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"
No
,
she
's
a
sly
one
,
"
he
remarked
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
She
keeps
her
own
counsel
!
But
she
's
a
real
little
fool
.
I
have
it
from
good
authority
,
that
,
last
night
(
and
a
pretty
night
it
was
!
)
she
and
Heathcliff
were
walking
in
the
plantation
at
the
back
of
your
house
,
above
two
hours
;
and
he
pressed
her
not
to
go
in
again
,
but
just
mount
his
horse
and
away
with
him
!
My
informant
said
she
could
only
put
him
off
by
pledging
her
word
of
honour
to
be
prepared
on
their
first
meeting
after
that
:
when
it
was
to
be
,
he
did
n't
hear
;
but
you
urge
Mr.
Linton
to
look
sharp
!
"
This
news
filled
me
with
fresh
fears
:
I
outstripped
Kenneth
,
and
ran
most
of
the
way
back
.
The
little
dog
was
yelping
in
the
garden
yet
.
I
spared
a
minute
to
open
the
gate
for
it
,
but
instead
of
going
to
the
house
door
,
it
coursed
up
and
down
snuffing
the
grass
,
and
would
have
escaped
to
the
road
,
had
I
not
seized
and
conveyed
it
in
with
me
.
On
ascending
to
Isabella
's
room
,
my
suspicions
were
confirmed
:
it
was
empty
.
Had
I
been
a
few
hours
sooner
,
Mrs.
Linton
's
illness
might
have
arrested
her
rash
step
.
But
what
could
be
done
now
?
There
was
a
bare
possibility
of
overtaking
them
if
pursued
instantly
.
I
could
not
pursue
them
,
however
;
and
I
dare
not
rouse
the
family
,
and
fill
the
place
with
confusion
;
still
less
unfold
the
business
to
my
master
,
absorbed
as
he
was
in
his
present
calamity
,
and
having
no
heart
to
spare
for
a
second
grief
!
I
saw
nothing
for
it
but
to
hold
my
tongue
,
and
suffer
matters
to
take
their
course
;
and
Kenneth
being
arrived
,
I
went
with
a
badly
composed
countenance
to
announce
him
.
Catherine
lay
in
a
troubled
sleep
:
her
husband
had
succeeded
in
soothing
the
excess
of
frenzy
:
he
now
hung
over
her
pillow
,
watching
every
shade
,
and
every
change
of
her
painfully
expressive
features
.
The
doctor
,
on
examining
the
case
for
himself
,
spoke
hopefully
to
him
of
its
having
a
favourable
termination
,
if
we
could
only
preserve
around
her
perfect
and
constant
tranquillity
.
To
me
,
he
signified
the
threatening
danger
was
not
so
much
death
,
as
permanent
alienation
of
intellect
.
I
did
not
close
my
eyes
that
night
,
nor
did
Mr.
Linton
:
indeed
,
we
never
went
to
bed
;
and
the
servants
were
all
up
long
before
the
usual
hour
,
moving
through
the
house
with
stealthy
tread
,
and
exchanging
whispers
as
they
encountered
each
other
in
their
vocations
.
Every
one
was
active
,
but
Miss
Isabella
;
and
they
began
to
remark
how
sound
she
slept
:
her
brother
,
too
,
asked
if
she
had
risen
,
and
seemed
impatient
for
her
presence
,
and
hurt
that
she
showed
so
little
anxiety
for
her
sister-in-law
.
I
trembled
lest
he
should
send
me
to
call
her
;
but
I
was
spared
the
pain
of
being
the
first
proclamation
of
her
flight
.
One
of
the
maids
,
a
thoughtless
girl
,
who
had
been
on
an
early
errand
to
Gimmerton
,
came
panting
upstairs
,
open
mouthed
,
and
dashed
into
the
chamber
,
crying
:
"
Oh
,
dear
,
dear
!
What
mun
we
have
next
?
Master
,
master
,
our
young
lady
!
"
"
Hold
your
noise
!
"
cried
I
hastily
,
enraged
at
her
clamorous
manner
.
"
Speak
lower
,
Mary
--
What
is
the
matter
?
"
said
Mr.
Linton
.
"
What
ails
your
young
lady
?
"
