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He retreated out of arm's length, and picked up a large flint.
`I am come to see thy father, Hareton,' I added, guessing from the action that Nelly, if she lived in his memory at all, was not recognized as one with me.
He raised his missile to hurl it; I commenced a soothing speech, but could not stay his hand: the stone struck my bonnet; and then ensued, from the stammering lips of the little fellow, a string of curses, which, whether he comprehended them or not, were delivered with practised emphasis, and distorted his baby features into a shocking expression of malignity. You may be certain this grieved more than angered me. Fit to cry, I took an orange from my pocket, and offered it to propitiate him. He hesitated, and then
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`Who has taught you those fine words, my bairn?' I inquired. `The curate?'
`Damn the curate, and thee! Gie me that,' he replied.
`Tell us where you got your lessons, and you shall have it,' said I. `Who's your master?'
`Devil daddy,' was his answer.
`And what do you learn from daddy?' I continued.
He jumped at the fruit; I raised it higher. `What does he teach you?' I asked.
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