He needn't have raised that tale: it shall all be laid bare!' 'What do you mean ?' asked Zillah.

'It's not his tale: they tell that in the village--about your being lost in the marsh; and I calls to Earnshaw, when I come in--"Eh, they's queer things, Mr.Hareton, happened since I went off.

It's a sad pity of that likely young lass, and cant Nelly Dean." He stared.

I thought he had not heard aught, so I told him the rumour.

The master listened, and he just smiled to himself, and said, "If they have been in the marsh, they are out now, Zillah.