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Wuthering Heights

than she by her single ‘Oh!’ and the change that
transfigured her late happy countenance. Mr. Linton
looked up.
’What is the matter, love? Have you hurt yourself?’ he

said.
His tone and look assured her HE had not been the
discoverer of the hoard.
’No, papa!’ she gasped. ‘Ellen! Ellen! come up-stairs -
I’m sick!’
I obeyed her summons, and accompanied her out.
’Oh, Ellen! you have got them,’ she commenced
immediately, dropping on her knees, when we were
enclosed alone. ‘Oh, give them to me, and I’ll never,
never do so again! Don’t tell papa. You have not told
papa, Ellen? say you have not? I’ve been exceedingly
naughty, but I won’t do it any more!’
With a grave severity in my manner I bade her stand
up.
’So,’ I exclaimed, ‘Miss Catherine, you are tolerably far
on, it seems: you may well be ashamed of them! A fine
bundle of trash you study in your leisure hours, to be sure:
why, it’s good enough to be printed! And what do you
suppose the master will think when I display it before
him? I hav’n’t shown it yet, but you needn’t imagine I

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