Niver heed, Hareton, lad--dunnut be 'feard--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 up-stairs.