Then says he, "There's somebody gone after 'em, I guess ?" I stared.

He saw I knew nought about it, and he told how a gentleman and lady had stopped to have a horse's shoe fastened at a blacksmith's shop, two miles out of Gimmerton, not very long after midnight! and how the blacksmith's lass had got up to spy who they were: she knew them both directly.

And she noticed the man--Heathcliff it was, she felt certain: nob'dy could mistake him, besides--put a sovereign in her father's hand for payment.

The lady had a cloak about her face; but having desired a sup of water, while she drank it fell back, and she saw her very plain.

Heathcliff held both bridles as they rode on, and they set their faces from the village, and went as fast as the rough roads would let them.