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"
Ellen
,
I
'm
tired
.
"
"
Give
over
then
and
talk
,
"
I
answered
.
That
was
worse
:
she
fretted
and
sighed
,
and
looked
at
her
watch
till
eight
,
and
finally
went
to
her
room
,
completely
over-done
with
sleep
;
judging
by
her
peevish
,
heavy
look
,
and
the
constant
rubbing
she
inflicted
on
her
eyes
.
The
following
night
she
seemed
more
impatient
still
;
and
on
the
third
from
recovering
my
company
,
she
complained
of
a
headache
,
and
left
me
.
I
thought
her
conduct
odd
;
and
having
remained
alone
a
long
while
,
I
resolved
on
going
and
inquiring
whether
she
were
better
,
and
asking
her
to
come
and
lie
on
the
sofa
,
instead
of
upstairs
in
the
dark
.
No
Catherine
could
I
discover
upstairs
,
and
none
below
.
The
servants
affirmed
they
had
not
seen
her
.
I
listened
at
Mr.
Edgar
's
door
;
all
was
silence
.
I
returned
to
her
apartment
,
extinguished
my
candle
,
and
seated
myself
in
the
window
.
The
moon
shone
bright
;
a
sprinkling
of
snow
covered
the
ground
,
and
I
reflected
that
she
might
,
possibly
,
have
taken
it
into
her
head
to
walk
about
the
garden
,
for
refreshment
.
I
did
detect
a
figure
creeping
along
the
inner
fence
of
the
park
;
but
it
was
not
my
young
mistress
:
on
its
merging
into
the
light
,
I
recognized
one
of
the
grooms
.
He
stood
a
considerable
period
,
viewing
the
carriage-road
through
the
grounds
;
then
started
off
at
a
brisk
pace
,
as
if
he
had
detected
something
,
and
reappeared
presently
,
leading
Miss
's
pony
;
and
there
she
was
,
just
dismounted
,
and
walking
by
its
side
.
The
man
took
his
charge
stealthily
across
the
grass
towards
the
stable
.
Cathy
entered
by
the
casement-window
of
the
drawingroom
,
and
glided
noiselessly
up
to
where
I
awaited
her
.
She
put
the
door
gently
to
,
slipped
off
her
snowy
shoes
,
untied
her
hat
,
and
was
proceeding
,
unconscious
of
my
espionage
,
to
lay
aside
her
mantle
,
when
I
suddenly
rose
and
revealed
myself
.
The
surprise
petrified
her
an
instant
:
she
uttered
an
inarticulate
exclamation
,
and
stood
fixed
.
"
My
dear
Miss
Catherine
,
"
I
began
,
too
vividly
impressed
by
her
recent
kindness
to
break
into
a
scold
,
"
where
have
you
been
riding
out
at
this
hour
?
And
why
should
you
try
to
deceive
me
,
by
telling
a
tale
?
Where
have
you
been
?
Speak
.
"
"
To
the
bottom
of
the
park
,
"
she
stammered
.
"
I
did
n't
tell
a
tale
.
"
"
And
nowhere
else
?
"
I
demanded
.
"
No
,
"
was
the
muttered
reply
.
"
Oh
,
Catherine
!
"
I
cried
sorrowfully
.
"
You
know
you
have
been
doing
wrong
,
or
you
would
n't
be
driven
to
uttering
an
untruth
to
me
.
That
does
grieve
me
.
I
'd
rather
be
three
months
ill
,
than
hear
you
frame
a
deliberate
lie
.
"
