row did creep over! My master kept his room—I took possession of the lonely parlour, converting it into a nursery; and there I was sitting, with the moaning doll of a child laid on my knee; rocking it to and fro, and watching, meanwhile the still driving flakes build up the uncurtained window, when the door opened, and some person entered out of breath, and laughing!"
My anger was greater than my astonishment for a minute; I supposed it one of the maids, and I cried,
"Have done! How dare you show your giddiness, here? What would Mr. Linton say if he heard you?"
"Excuse me!" answered a familiar voice, "but I know Edgar is in bed, and I cannot stop myself."
With that, the speaker came forward to the fire, panting and holding her hand, to her side.
"I have run the whole way from Wuthering Heights!" she continued, after a pause. "Ex-
