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Wuthering Heights, Chapter 15
could be free instantly. That is the most diabolical deed that ever you did. We are all 
done for—master, mistress, and servant.”
I wrung my hands, and cried out; and Mr. Linton hastened his step at the noise. In 
the midst of my agitation, I was sincerely glad to observe that Catherine’s arms had 
fallen relaxed and her head hung down.
“She’s fainted or dead,” I thought: “so much the better. Far better that she should 
be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her.”
Edgar sprang to his unbidden guest, blanched with astonishment and rage. What he 
meant to do, I cannot tell; however, the other stopped all demonstrations, at once, by 
placing the lifeless-looking form in his arms.
“Look there!” he said; “unless you be a fiend, help her first—then you shall speak 
to me!”
He walked into the parlour, and sat down. Mr. Linton summoned me, and with 
great difficulty, and after resorting to many means, we managed to restore her to 
sensation; but she was all bewildered; she sighed, and moaned, and knew nobody. 
Edgar, in his anxiety for her, forgot her hated friend. I did not. I went, at the earliest 
opportunity, and besought him to depart; affirming that Catherine was better, and he 
should hear from me in the morning how she passed the night.
“I shall not refuse to go out of doors,” he answered; “but I shall stay in the garden: 
and, Nelly, mind you keep your word to-morrow. I shall be under those larch trees. 
Mind! or I pay another visit, whether Linton be in or not.”
He sent a rapid glance through the half-open door of the chamber, and ascertaining 
that what I stated was apparently true, delivered the house of his luckless presence.