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236 would fall ere I could reach them. “And what if she should have slipped in clambering among them,” I reflected, “and been killed, or broken some of her bones?” My suspense was truly painful; and, at first, it gave me delightful relief to observe, in hurrying by the farmhouse, Charlie, the fiercest of the pointers, lying under a window, with swelled head and bleeding ear. I opened the wicket and ran to the door, knocking vehemently for admittance. A woman whom I knew, and who formerly lived at Gimmerton, answered--she had been servant there since the death of Mr. Earnshaw. “Ah,” said she, “you are coming a-seeking your little mistress! don’t be frightened. She’s here safe: but I’m glad it isn’t the master.” “He is not at home then, is he?” I panted, quite breathless with quick walking and alarm. “No, no,” she replied; “both he and Joseph are off, and I think they won’t return this hour or more. Step in and rest you a bit.” I entered, and beheld my stray lamb seated on the hearth, rocking herself in a little chair that had been her mother’s when a child. Her hat was hung against the wall, and she seemed perfectly at home, laughing and chattering, in the best spirits imaginable, to Hareton--now a great, strong lad of eighteen--who stared at her with considerable curiosity and astonishment, comprehending precious little of the fluent succession of remarks and questions which her tongue never ceased pouring forth. “Very well, Miss!” I exclaimed, concealing my joy under an angry countenance. “This is your last ride, till Papa comes back. I’ll not trust you over the threshold again, you naughty, naughty |
