"Hareton, Hareton, Hareton! do you hear?" she continued.
"Get off wi' ye!" he growled, with uncompromising gruffness.
"Let me take that pipe," she said, cautiously advancing her hand and abstracting it from his mouth.
Before he could attempt to recover it, it was broken, and behind the fire. He swore at her and seized another.
"Stop," she cried, "you must listen to me first; and I can't speak while those clouds are floating in my face."

'Hareton, Hareton! do you hear?' she continued.
'Get off wi' ye!' he growled gruffly.
'Let me take that pipe,' she said, 'you must listen to me; and I can't speak while those clouds are floating in my face.'
