He's exactly like the son of the fortune-teller that stole my tame pheasant.

Isn't he, Edgar ?" 'While they examined me, Cathy came round; she heard the last speech, and laughed.

Edgar Linton, after an inquisitive stare, collected sufficient wit to recognise her.

They see us at church, you know, though we seldom meet them elsewhere.

"That's Miss Earnshaw ?" he whispered to his mother, "and look how Skulker has bitten her--how her foot bleeds!" '"Miss Earnshaw?
Nonsense!" cried the dame; "Miss Earnshaw scouring the country with a gipsy! And yet, my dear, the child is in mourning--surely it is--and she may be lamed for life!" '"What culpable carelessness in her brother!" exclaimed Mr.Linton, turning from me to Catherine.