falls I’ve
had. Oh,
I’m aching
all over!
Don’t be
alarmed!
There
shall be
an
explanation
as soon as
I can give
it; only
just have
the
goodness
to step
out and
order the
carriage
to take me
on to
Gimmerton,
and tell a
servant to
seek up a
few
clothes in
my
wardrobe.”
The
intruder
was Mrs.
Heathcliff.
She
certainly
seemed in
no
laughing
predicament:
her hair
streamed
on her
shoulders,
dripping
with snow
and water;
she was
dressed in
the
