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Mrs.
Linton
,
on
the
third
day
,
unbarred
her
door
,
and
having
finished
the
water
in
her
pitcher
and
decanter
,
desired
a
renewed
supply
,
and
a
basin
of
gruel
,
for
she
believed
she
was
dying
.
That
I
set
down
as
a
speech
meant
for
Edgar
's
ears
;
I
believed
no
such
thing
,
so
I
kept
it
to
myself
and
brought
her
some
tea
and
dry
toast
.
She
ate
and
drank
eagerly
;
and
sank
back
on
her
pillow
again
clenching
her
hands
and
groaning
.
"
Oh
,
I
will
die
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
"
since
no
one
cares
anything
about
me
.
I
wish
I
had
not
taken
that
.
"
Then
a
good
while
after
I
heard
her
murmur
,
"
No
,
I
'll
not
die
--
he
'd
be
glad
--
he
does
not
love
me
at
all
--
he
would
never
miss
me
!
"
"
Did
you
want
anything
,
ma'am
?
"
I
enquired
,
still
preserving
my
external
composure
,
in
spite
of
her
ghastly
countenance
and
strange
exaggerated
manner
.
"
What
is
that
apathetic
being
doing
?
"
she
demanded
,
pushing
her
thick
entangled
locks
from
her
wasted
face
.
"
Has
he
fallen
into
a
lethargy
,
or
is
he
dead
?
"
"
Neither
,
"
replied
I
;
"
if
you
mean
Mr.
Linton
.
He
's
tolerably
well
,
I
think
,
though
his
studies
occupy
him
rather
more
than
they
ought
:
he
is
continually
among
his
books
,
since
he
has
no
other
society
.
"
I
should
not
have
spoken
so
,
if
I
had
known
her
true
condition
,
but
I
could
not
get
rid
of
the
notion
that
she
acted
a
part
of
her
disorder
.
"
Among
his
books
!
"
she
cried
,
confounded
.
"
And
I
dying
!
I
on
the
brink
of
the
grave
!
My
God
!
does
he
know
how
I
'm
altered
?
"
continued
she
,
staring
at
her
reflection
in
a
mirror
hanging
against
the
opposite
wall
.
"
Is
that
Catherine
Linton
!
He
imagines
me
in
a
pet
--
in
play
,
perhaps
.
Can
not
you
inform
him
that
it
is
frightful
earnest
?
Nelly
,
if
it
be
not
too
late
,
as
soon
as
I
learn
how
he
feels
,
I
'll
choose
between
these
two
;
either
to
starve
at
once
--
that
would
be
no
punishment
unless
he
had
a
heart
--
or
to
recover
,
and
leave
the
country
.
Are
you
speaking
the
truth
about
him
now
?
Take
care
.
Is
he
actually
so
utterly
indifferent
for
my
life
?
"
"
Why
,
ma'am
,
"
I
answered
,
"
the
master
has
no
idea
of
your
being
deranged
;
and
of
course
he
does
not
fear
that
you
will
let
yourself
die
of
hunger
.
"
"
You
think
not
?
Can
not
you
tell
him
I
will
?
"
she
returned
.
"
Persuade
him
!
speak
of
your
own
mind
:
say
you
are
certain
I
will
!
"
