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Mr.
Linton
looked
up
.
"
What
is
the
matter
,
love
?
Have
you
hurt
yourself
?
"
he
said
.
His
tone
and
look
assured
her
he
had
not
been
the
discoverer
of
the
hoard
.
"
No
,
papa
!
"
she
gasped
.
"
Ellen
!
Ellen
!
come
upstairs
--
I
'm
sick
!
"
I
obeyed
her
summons
,
and
accompanied
her
out
.
"
Oh
,
Ellen
!
you
have
got
them
,
"
she
commenced
immediately
,
dropping
on
her
knees
,
when
we
were
enclosed
alone
.
"
Oh
,
give
them
to
me
,
and
I
'll
never
,
never
do
so
again
!
Do
n't
tell
papa
.
You
have
not
told
papa
,
Ellen
?
say
you
have
not
?
I
've
been
exceedingly
naughty
,
but
I
wo
n't
do
it
any
more
!
"
With
a
grave
severity
in
my
manner
,
I
bade
her
stand
up
.
"
So
,
"
I
exclaimed
,
"
Miss
Catherine
,
you
are
tolerably
far
on
,
it
seems
:
you
may
well
be
ashamed
of
them
!
a
fine
bundle
of
trash
you
study
in
your
leisure
hours
,
to
be
sure
:
why
,
it
's
good
enough
to
be
printed
!
And
what
do
you
suppose
the
master
will
think
,
when
I
display
it
before
him
?
I
have
n't
shown
it
yet
,
but
you
need
n't
imagine
I
shall
keep
your
ridiculous
secrets
.
For
shame
!
and
you
must
have
led
the
way
in
writing
such
absurdities
:
he
would
not
have
thought
of
beginning
,
I
'm
certain
.
"
"
I
did
n't
!
I
did
n't
!
"
sobbed
Cathy
,
fit
to
break
her
heart
.
"
I
did
n't
once
think
of
loving
him
till
-
"
