"Naught," said he, "but to keep out of his gait. Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him."
"Ah! and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?" I observed.
"Ay-nay," he drawled.
"Who, then?"
"Heathcliff."
"I asked if he liked Mr. Heathcliff."

'Naught,' said he, 'but to keep out of his way. Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him.'
'Ah! and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?' I observed.
'Ay - nay,' he drawled.
'Who, then?'
'Heathcliff.'
I asked if he liked Mr. Heathcliff.
