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"
Yes
,
"
I
observed
,
"
about
as
starved
and
sackless
as
you
:
your
cheeks
are
bloodless
;
let
us
take
hold
of
hands
and
run
.
You
're
so
low
,
I
dare
say
I
shall
keep
up
with
you
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
repeated
,
and
continued
sauntering
on
,
pausing
at
intervals
,
to
muse
over
a
bit
of
moss
,
or
a
tuft
of
blanched
grass
,
or
a
fungus
spreading
its
bright
orange
among
the
heaps
of
brown
foliage
;
and
,
ever
and
anon
,
her
hand
was
lifted
to
her
averted
face
.
"
Catherine
,
why
are
you
crying
,
love
?
"
I
asked
,
approaching
and
putting
my
arm
over
her
shoulder
.
"
You
must
n't
cry
because
papa
has
a
cold
;
be
thankful
it
is
nothing
worse
.
"
She
now
put
no
further
restraint
on
her
tears
;
her
breath
was
stifled
by
sobs
.
"
Oh
,
it
will
be
something
worse
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
what
shall
I
do
when
papa
and
you
leave
me
,
and
I
am
by
myself
!
I
ca
n't
forget
your
words
,
Ellen
;
they
are
always
in
my
ear
.
How
life
will
be
changed
,
how
dreary
the
world
will
be
when
papa
and
you
are
dead
.
"
"
None
can
tell
,
whether
you
wo
n't
die
before
us
,
"
I
replied
.
"
It
's
wrong
to
anticipate
evil
.
We
'll
hope
there
are
years
and
years
to
come
before
any
of
us
go
:
master
is
young
,
and
I
am
strong
,
and
hardly
forty-five
.
My
mother
lived
till
eighty
,
a
canty
dame
to
the
last
.
And
suppose
Mr.
Linton
were
spared
till
he
saw
sixty
,
that
would
be
more
years
than
you
have
counted
,
miss
.
And
would
it
not
be
foolish
to
mourn
a
calamity
above
twenty
years
beforehand
?
"
"
But
Aunt
Isabella
was
younger
than
papa
,
"
she
remarked
,
gazing
up
with
timid
hope
to
seek
further
consolation
.
"
Aunt
Isabella
had
not
you
and
me
to
nurse
her
,
"
I
replied
.
"
She
was
n't
as
happy
as
master
;
she
had
n't
as
much
to
live
for
.
All
you
need
do
,
is
to
wait
well
on
your
father
,
and
cheer
him
by
letting
him
see
you
cheerful
;
and
avoid
giving
him
anxiety
on
any
subject
:
mind
that
,
Cathy
!
I
'll
not
disguise
but
you
might
kill
him
,
if
you
were
wild
and
reckless
,
and
cherished
a
foolish
,
fanciful
affection
for
the
son
of
a
person
who
would
be
glad
to
have
him
in
his
grave
;
and
allowed
him
to
discover
that
you
fretted
over
the
separation
he
has
judged
it
expedient
to
make
.
"
"
I
fret
about
nothing
on
earth
except
papa
's
illness
,
"
answered
my
companion
.
"
I
care
for
nothing
in
comparison
with
papa
.
And
I
'll
never
--
never
--
oh
,
never
,
while
I
have
my
senses
,
do
an
act
or
say
a
word
to
vex
him
.
I
love
him
better
than
myself
,
Ellen
;
and
I
know
it
by
this
:
I
pray
every
night
that
I
may
live
after
him
;
because
I
would
rather
be
miserable
than
that
he
should
be
:
that
proves
I
love
him
better
than
myself
"
