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Another week over--and I am so many days nearer health,
and spring! I have now heard all my neighbourís history,
at different sittings, as the housekeeper could spare time
from more important occupations. Iíll continue it in her own
words, only a little condensed. She is, on the whole, a very fair
narrator, and I donít think I could improve her style.
In the evening, she said, the evening of my visit to the Heights, I
knew, as well as if I saw him, that Mr. Heathcliff was about the
place; and I shunned going out, because I still carried his letter in
my pocket, and didnít want to be threatened, or teased any more.
I had made up my mind not to give it till my master went
somewhere, as I could not guess how its receipt would affect
Catherine. The consequence was, that it did not reach her before
the lapse of three days. The fourth was Sunday, and I brought it
into her room after the family were gone to church.
There was a manservant left to keep the house with me, and we
generally made a practice of locking the doors during the hours of
service; but on that occasion the weather was so warm and
pleasant that I set them wide open, and, to fulfil my engagement,
as I knew who would be coming, I told my companion that the
mistress wished very much for some oranges, and he must run
over to the village and get a few, to be paid for on the morrow. He
departed, and I went upstairs.
Mrs. Linton sat in a loose, white dress, with a light shawl over
her shoulders, in the recess of the open window, as usual. Her
thick, long hair had been partly removed at the beginning of her