"Yes that's all the good that such a brute as you can get from them!" cried Catherine, sucking her damaged lip, and watching the conflagration with indignant eyes.
"You'd _better_ hold your tongue, now," he answered fiercely.
And his agitation precluded further speech; he advanced hastily to the entrance, where I made way for him to pass. But ere he had crossed the door-stones, Mr. Heathcliff, coming up the causeway, encountered him, and laying hold of his shoulder asked,-"What's to do now, my lad?"
"Naught, naught," he said, and broke away to enjoy his grief and anger in solitude.
Heathcliff gazed after him, and sighed.

'Yes, that's all a brute like you can do with them!' cried Catherine.
'You'd better hold your tongue,' he answered fiercely, and he strode to the door. Mr. Heathcliff, coming up the path, laid hold of his shoulder and asked, 'What's to do now, my lad?'
'Naught, naught,' he said, and broke away to enjoy his grief and anger in solitude.
Heathcliff gazed after him, and sighed.
