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"
Catherine
ill
?
"
he
said
,
hastening
to
us
.
"
Shut
the
window
,
Ellen
!
Catherine
!
why
-
"
He
was
silent
.
The
haggardness
of
Mrs.
Linton
's
appearance
smote
him
speechless
,
and
he
could
only
glance
from
her
to
me
in
horrified
astonishment
.
"
She
's
been
fretting
here
"
I
continued
,
"
and
eating
scarcely
anything
,
and
never
complaining
;
she
would
admit
none
of
us
till
this
evening
,
and
so
we
could
n't
inform
you
of
her
state
as
we
were
not
aware
of
it
ourselves
;
but
it
is
nothing
.
"
I
felt
I
uttered
my
explanations
awkwardly
;
the
master
frowned
.
"
It
is
nothing
,
is
it
,
Ellen
Dean
?
"
he
said
sternly
.
"
You
shall
account
more
clearly
for
keeping
me
ignorant
of
this
!
"
And
he
took
his
wife
in
his
arms
,
and
looked
at
her
with
anguish
.
At
first
she
gave
him
no
glance
of
recognition
;
he
was
invisible
to
her
abstracted
gaze
.
The
delirium
was
not
fixed
,
however
;
having
weaned
her
eyes
from
contemplating
the
outer
darkness
,
by
degrees
she
centered
her
attention
on
him
,
and
discovered
who
it
was
that
held
her
.
"
Ah
!
you
are
come
,
are
you
,
Edgar
Linton
?
"
she
said
,
with
angry
animation
.
"
You
are
one
of
those
things
that
are
ever
found
when
least
wanted
,
and
when
you
are
wanted
,
never
!
I
suppose
we
shall
have
plenty
of
lamentations
now
--
I
see
we
shall
--
but
they
ca
n't
keep
me
from
my
narrow
home
out
yonder
:
my
resting-place
,
where
I
'm
bound
before
spring
is
over
!
There
it
is
:
not
among
the
Lintons
,
mind
,
under
the
chapel-roof
,
but
in
the
open
air
,
with
a
headstone
;
and
you
may
please
yourself
,
whether
you
go
to
them
or
come
to
me
!
"
"
Catherine
,
what
have
you
done
?
"
commenced
the
master
.
"
Am
I
nothing
to
you
any
more
?
Do
you
love
that
wretch
Heath
-
"
"
Hush
!
"
cried
Mrs.
Linton
.
"
Hush
,
this
moment
!
You
mention
that
name
and
I
end
the
matter
instantly
,
by
a
spring
from
the
window
!
What
you
touch
at
present
you
may
have
;
but
my
soul
will
be
on
that
hill-top
before
you
lay
hands
on
me
again
.
I
do
n't
want
you
.
Edgar
:
I
'm
past
wanting
you
.
Return
to
your
books
.
I
'm
glad
you
possess
a
consolation
,
for
all
you
had
in
me
is
gone
.
"
"
Her
mind
wanders
,
sir
,
"
I
interposed
.
"
She
has
been
talking
nonsense
the
whole
evening
;
but
let
her
have
quiet
,
and
proper
attendance
,
and
she
'll
rally
.
Hereafter
,
we
must
be
cautious
how
we
vex
her
.
"
