for six weeks, and I have used more serious measures, and attempted to frighten him out of his idiocy, he gets worse daily, and he'll be under the sod before summer, unless you restore him!"
"How can you lie so glaringly to the poor child!" I called from the inside. "Pray ride on! How can you deliberately get up such paltry falsehoods? Miss Cathy, I'll knock the lock off with a stone, you wont believe that vile nonsense. You can feel in yourself, it is impossible that a person should die for love of a stranger."
"I was not aware there were eaves-droppers," muttered the detected villain. "Worthy Mrs. Dean, I like you, but I don't like your double dealing," he added, aloud. "How could you lie so glaringly, as to affirm I hated the 'poor child?' And invent bugbear stories to terrify her from my door-stones? Catherine Linton, (the very name warms me), my bonny lass, I shall be from home all this week, go and
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