Whose then-your master's？
Whose then-your master's？
Whose then-your master's？
I made her put on her hat and prepare to leave． Printing
‘Whose house is this？'she asked suddenly．‘It's your father's，isn't it？'she added，turming to Hareton． ‘No，’he replied，looking down．His face went very red．
‘Whose then-your master's？'she asked．
Whose then-your master's？
He swore，and turned away． “Ellen，he didn't say miss to me．Servants should always say ‘miss’，shouldn't they？”
Hareton frowned and looked very angry，but said nothing．‘You，get my horse，'she ordered him ‘Hurry！’ ‘What the devil do you mean？I'm not your servant！’he growled． ‘You see，Miss Cathy？Nice words to be used to a young lady！Now come along，let's fetch the pony and leave，’I said． ‘But Ellen，'she cried，staring horrified at him,Mold，‘how dare he speak to me like that！Printing
He must do as I tell him！’
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