"Ay!" he answered again.
Desiring to have his reasons for liking him, I could only gather the sentences-"I known't: he pays dad back what he gies to me-he curses daddy for cursing me. He says I mun do as I will."
"And the curate does not teach you to read and write, then?" I pursued.
"No, I was told the curate should have his -- teeth dashed down his -- throat, if he stepped over the threshold-Heathcliff had promised that!"
I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that a woman called Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him, by the garden gate. He went up the walk, and entered the house; but, instead of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared on the door-stones; and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could race, making no halt till I gained the guide-post, and feeling as scared as if I had raised a goblin. This is not much connected with Miss Isabella's affair: except that it urged me to resolve further on mounting vigilant guard, and doing my utmost to check the spread of such bad influence at the Grange: even though I should wake a domestic storm, by thwarting Mrs. Linton's pleasure.

'Ay!' he answered. 'He curses daddy for cursing me. He says I can do as I will.'
'And the curate does not teach you to read and write, then?'
'No, Heathcliff said the curate should have his ___ teeth dashed down his ___ throat, if he came here!'
I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him. He entered the house; but, instead of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared at the door; and I turned and ran down the road as hard as I could, not stopping till I reached the guide-post.
