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"
It
has
been
revived
,
"
muttered
Cathy
sulkily
.
"
Must
not
be
continued
,
then
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
'll
see
,
"
was
her
reply
,
and
she
set
off
at
a
gallop
,
leaving
me
to
toil
in
the
rear
.
We
both
reached
home
before
our
dinner-time
;
my
master
supposed
we
had
been
wandering
through
the
park
,
and
therefore
he
demanded
no
explanation
of
our
absence
As
soon
as
I
entered
,
I
hastened
to
change
my
soaked
shoes
and
stockings
;
but
sitting
such
a
while
at
the
Heights
had
done
the
mischief
On
the
succeeding
morning
I
was
laid
up
,
and
during
three
weeks
I
remained
incapacitated
for
attending
to
my
duties
:
a
calamity
never
experienced
prior
to
that
period
,
and
never
,
I
am
thankful
to
say
,
since
.
My
little
mistress
behaved
like
an
angel
,
in
coming
to
wait
on
me
,
and
cheer
my
solitude
:
the
confinement
brought
me
exceedingly
low
.
It
is
wearisome
,
to
a
stirring
active
body
:
but
few
have
slighter
reasons
for
complaint
than
I
had
.
The
moment
Catherine
left
Mr.
Linton
's
room
,
she
appeared
at
my
bedside
.
Her
day
was
divided
between
us
;
no
amusement
usurped
a
minute
:
she
neglected
her
meals
,
her
studies
,
and
her
play
;
and
she
was
the
fondest
nurse
that
ever
watched
.
She
must
have
had
a
warm
heart
,
when
she
loved
her
father
so
,
to
give
so
much
to
me
.
I
said
her
days
were
divided
between
us
;
but
the
master
retired
early
,
and
I
generally
needed
nothing
after
six
o'clock
;
thus
the
evening
was
her
own
.
Poor
thing
!
I
never
considered
what
she
did
with
herself
after
tea
.
And
though
frequently
,
when
she
looked
in
to
bid
me
good-night
,
I
remarked
a
fresh
colour
in
her
cheeks
and
a
pinkness
over
her
slender
fingers
;
instead
of
fancying
the
hue
borrowed
from
a
cold
ride
across
the
moors
,
I
laid
it
to
the
charge
of
a
hot
fire
in
the
library
.
At
the
close
of
those
weeks
,
I
was
able
to
quit
my
chamber
,
and
move
about
the
house
.
And
on
the
first
occasion
of
my
sitting
up
in
the
evening
,
I
asked
Catherine
to
read
to
me
,
because
my
eyes
were
weak
.
We
were
in
the
library
,
the
master
having
gone
to
bed
:
she
consented
,
rather
unwillingly
,
I
fancied
;
and
imagining
my
sort
of
books
did
not
suit
her
,
I
bid
her
please
herself
in
the
choice
of
what
she
perused
.
She
selected
one
of
her
own
favourites
,
and
got
forward
steadily
about
an
hour
;
then
came
frequent
questions
.
"
Ellen
,
are
not
you
tired
?
Had
n't
you
better
lie
down
now
?
You
'll
be
sick
,
keeping
up
so
long
,
Ellen
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
dear
,
I
'm
not
tired
,
"
I
returned
continually
.
Perceiving
me
immovable
,
she
essayed
another
method
of
showing
her
disrelish
for
her
occupation
.
It
changed
to
yawning
,
and
stretching
,
and
:
