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"
I
saw
her
at
morn
,
"
he
replied
;
"
she
would
have
me
to
cut
her
a
hazel
switch
,
and
then
she
leapt
her
Galloway
over
the
hedge
yonder
,
where
it
is
lowest
,
and
galloped
out
of
sight
.
"
You
may
guess
how
I
felt
at
hearing
this
news
.
It
struck
me
directly
she
must
have
started
for
Peniston
Crags
.
"
What
will
become
of
her
?
"
I
ejaculated
,
pushing
through
a
gap
which
the
man
was
repairing
,
and
making
straight
for
the
highroad
.
I
walked
as
if
for
a
wager
,
mile
after
mile
,
till
a
turn
brought
me
in
view
of
the
Heights
;
but
no
Catherine
could
I
detect
far
or
near
.
The
Crags
lie
about
a
mile
and
a
half
beyond
Mr.
Heathcliff
's
place
,
and
that
is
four
from
the
Grange
,
so
I
began
to
fear
night
would
fall
ere
I
could
reach
them
.
"
And
what
if
she
should
have
slipped
in
clambering
among
them
?
"
I
reflected
,
"
and
been
killed
,
or
broken
some
of
her
bones
?
"
My
suspense
was
truly
painful
;
and
,
at
first
,
it
gave
me
delightful
relief
to
observe
,
in
hurrying
by
the
farmhouse
,
Charlie
,
the
fiercest
of
the
pointers
,
lying
under
a
window
,
with
swelled
head
and
bleeding
ear
.
I
opened
the
wicket
and
ran
to
the
door
,
knocking
vehemently
for
admittance
.
A
woman
whom
I
knew
,
and
who
formerly
lived
at
Gimmerton
,
answered
:
she
had
been
servant
there
since
the
death
of
Mr.
Earnshaw
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
she
,
"
you
are
come
a
seeking
your
little
mistress
!
do
n't
be
frightened
.
She
's
here
safe
:
but
I
'm
glad
it
is
n't
the
master
.
"
"
He
is
not
at
home
then
,
is
he
?
"
I
panted
,
quite
breathless
with
quick
walking
and
alarm
.
"
No
,
no
,
"
she
replied
:
"
both
he
and
Joseph
are
off
,
and
I
think
they
wo
n't
return
this
hour
or
more
.
Step
in
and
rest
you
a
bit
.
"
I
entered
,
and
beheld
my
stray
lamb
seated
on
the
hearth
,
rocking
herself
in
a
little
chair
that
had
been
her
mother
's
when
a
child
.
Her
hat
was
hung
against
the
wall
,
and
she
seemed
perfectly
at
home
,
laughing
and
chattering
,
in
the
best
spirits
imaginable
,
to
Hareton
--
now
a
great
,
strong
lad
of
eighteen
--
who
stared
at
her
with
considerable
curiosity
and
astonishment
:
comprehending
precious
little
of
the
fluent
succession
of
remarks
and
questions
which
her
tongue
never
ceased
pouring
forth
.
"
Very
well
,
miss
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
concealing
my
joy
under
an
angry
countenance
.
"
This
is
your
last
ride
,
till
papa
comes
back
.
I
'll
not
trust
you
over
the
threshold
again
,
you
naughty
,
naughty
girl
!
"
"
Aha
,
Ellen
!
"
she
cried
gaily
,
jumping
up
and
running
to
my
side
.
"
I
shall
have
a
pretty
story
to
tell
to-night
:
and
so
you
've
found
me
out
.
Have
you
ever
been
here
in
your
life
before
?
"
