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"
Eh
,
dear
!
Mrs.
Dean
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
Well
!
there
is
a
talk
about
you
at
Gimmerton
.
I
never
thought
but
you
were
sunk
in
the
Blackhorse
marsh
,
and
missy
with
you
,
till
master
told
me
you
'd
been
found
,
and
he
'd
lodged
you
here
!
What
!
and
you
must
have
got
on
an
island
,
sure
?
And
how
long
were
you
in
the
hole
?
Did
master
save
you
,
Mrs.
Dean
?
But
you
're
not
so
thin
--
you
've
not
been
so
poorly
,
have
you
?
"
"
Your
master
is
a
true
scoundrel
!
"
I
replied
.
"
But
he
shall
answer
for
it
.
He
need
n't
have
raised
that
tale
:
it
shall
all
be
laid
bare
!
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
asked
Zillah
.
"
It
's
not
his
tale
;
they
tell
that
in
the
village
--
about
your
being
lost
in
the
marsh
:
and
I
calls
to
Earnshaw
,
when
I
come
in
--
'
Eh
,
they
's
queer
things
,
Mr.
Hareton
,
happened
since
I
went
off
.
It
's
a
sad
pity
of
that
likely
young
lass
,
and
cant
Nelly
Dean
.
'
He
stared
.
I
thought
he
had
not
heard
aught
,
so
I
told
him
the
rumour
.
The
master
listened
,
and
he
just
smiled
to
himself
,
and
said
,
'
If
they
have
been
in
the
marsh
,
they
are
out
now
,
Zillah
.
Nelly
Dean
is
lodged
,
at
this
minute
,
in
your
room
.
You
can
tell
her
to
flit
,
when
you
go
up
;
here
is
the
key
.
The
bog-water
got
into
her
head
,
and
she
would
have
run
home
quite
flighty
;
but
I
fixed
her
till
she
came
round
to
her
senses
.
You
can
bid
her
go
to
the
Grange
at
once
,
if
she
be
able
,
and
carry
a
message
from
me
,
that
her
young
lady
will
follow
in
time
to
attend
the
squire
's
funeral
.
"
"
Mr.
Edgar
is
not
dead
?
"
I
gasped
.
"
Oh
!
Zillah
,
Zillah
!
"
"
No
,
no
;
sit
you
down
,
my
good
mistress
,
"
she
replied
,
"
you
're
right
sickly
yet
.
He
's
not
dead
;
Doctor
Kenneth
thinks
he
may
last
another
day
.
I
met
him
on
the
road
and
asked
.
"
Instead
of
sitting
down
,
I
snatched
my
outdoor
things
,
and
hastened
below
,
for
the
way
was
free
.
On
entering
the
house
,
I
looked
about
for
some
one
to
give
information
of
Catherine
.
The
place
was
filled
with
sunshine
,
and
the
door
stood
wide
open
;
but
nobody
seemed
at
hand
.
As
I
hesitated
whether
to
go
off
at
once
,
or
return
and
seek
my
mistress
,
a
slight
cough
drew
my
attention
to
the
hearth
.
Linton
lay
on
the
settle
,
sole
tenant
,
sucking
a
stick
of
sugar-candy
,
and
pursuing
my
movements
with
apathetic
eyes
.
"
Where
is
Miss
Catherine
?
"
I
demanded
sternly
,
supposing
I
could
frighten
him
into
giving
intelligence
,
by
catching
him
thus
,
alone
.
He
sucked
on
like
an
innocent
.
"
Is
she
gone
?
"
I
said
.
"
No
,
"
he
replied
;
"
she
's
upstairs
:
she
's
not
to
go
,
we
wo
n't
let
her
.
"
"
You
wo
n't
let
her
,
little
idiot
!
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
Direct
me
to
her
room
immediately
,
or
I
'll
make
you
sing
out
sharply
.
"
