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237 girl!” “Aha, Ellen!” she cried gaily, jumping up, and running to my side. “I shall have a pretty story to tell tonight: and so you’ve found me out. Have you ever been here in your life before?” “Put that hat on, and home at once,” said I. “I’m dreadfully grieved at you, Miss Cathy; you’ve done extremely wrong! It’s no use pouting and crying,--that won’t repay the trouble I’ve had, scouring the country after you. To think how Mr. Linton charged me to keep you in; and you stealing off so! it shows you are a cunning little fox, and nobody will put faith in you any more.” “What have I done?” sobbed she, instantly checked. “Papa charged me nothing--he’ll not scold me, Ellen--he’s never cross, like you!” “Come, come!” I repeated. “I’ll tie the riband. Now, let us have no petulance. Oh, for shame! You thirteen years old, and such a baby!” This exclamation was caused by her pushing the hat from her head, and retreating to the chimney out of my reach. “Nay,” said the servant, “don’t be hard on the bonny lass, Mrs. Dean. We made her stop: she’d fain have ridden forwards, afeared you should be uneasy. But Hareton offered to go with her, and I thought he should: it’s a wild road over the hills.” Hareton, during the discussion, stood with his hands in his pockets, too awkward to speak, though he looked as if he did not relish my intrusion. “How long am I to wait?” I continued, disregarding the woman’s interference. “It will be dark in ten minutes. Where is the pony, Miss Cathy? And where is Phoenix? I shall leave you, unless you be quick; so please yourself.” |
