behaviour, lurking amang t'flields, after twelve ut' night, wi that fahl, flaysome divil uf a gipsy, Heathcliff,! They think Aw'm blind; but Aw'm noan, now't ut t'soart! Aw seed young Linton, boath coming and going, and Aw seed yah (directing his discourse to me.) Yah gooid fur nowt, slattenly witch! nip up nud bolt intuh th' haks, t' minute yah heard t'maister's horse fit clatter up t' road.
"Silence, eavesdropper!" cried Catherine, "None of your insolence, before me!" Edgar Linton, came yesterday, by chance, Hindley: and it was I who told him to be off: because, I knew you would not like to have met him as you were."
"You lie, Cathy, no doubt," answered her brother, "and you are a confounded simpleton! But, never mind Linton, at present—Tell me, were you not with Heathcliff, last night? Speak the truth, now. You need not be afraid of harming him—Though I hate him as much as ever, he did me a good turn, a short
