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306 in us. Niver heed, Hareton, lad--dunnut be ’feared--he cannot get at thee!’ “I took hold of Linton’s hands, and tried to pull him away; but he shrieked so shockingly that I dared not proceed. At last, his cries were choked by a dreadful fit of coughing; blood gushed from his mouth, and he fell on the ground. I ran into the yard, sick with terror, and called for Zillah, as loud as I could. She soon heard me: she was milking the cows in a shed behind the barn, and hurrying from her work, she inquired what there was to do? I hadn’t breath to explain; dragging her in, I looked about for Linton. Earnshaw had come out to examine the mischief he had caused, and he was then conveying the poor thing upstairs. Zillah and I ascended after him; but he stopped me at the top of the steps, and said I shouldn’t go in,--I must go home. “I exclaimed that he had killed Linton, and I would enter. “Joseph locked the door, and declared I should do ‘no sich stuff’, and asked me whether I were ‘bahn to be as mad as him’. “I stood crying, till the housekeeper reappeared. She affirmed that he would be better in a bit, but he couldn’t do with that shrieking and din; and she took me, and nearly carried me into the house. “Ellen, I was ready to tear my hair off my head! I sobbed and wept so that my eyes were almost blind; and the ruffian you have such sympathy with stood opposite, presuming every now and then to bid me ‘wisht’, and denying that it was his fault; and finally, frightened by my assertions that I would tell Papa, and that he should be put in prison and hanged, he commenced blubbering himself, and hurried out to hide his cowardly agitation. “Still, I was not rid of him: when at length they compelled me to |
