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Heathcliff went to the back of her chair, and leant over, but not so far as to let her see his face, which was livid with emotion. She bent round to look at him; he would not permit it. turning abruptly, he walked to the fireplace, where he stood, silent, with his back towards us. Mrs. Lintons glance followed him suspiciously. every movement woke a new sentiment in her.