’No, she’s a sly one,’ he (to remark), shaking his head.
‘She (to keep) her own counsel! But she’s a real little fool. I
(to have) it from good authority that last night (and a pretty
night it was!) she and Heathcliff (to be, to walk) in the
plantation at the back of your house above two hours; and
he (to press) her not to go in again, but just mount his horse
and away with him! My informant (to say) she could only put
him off by pledging her word of honour to be prepared
on their first meeting after that: when it was to be he
didn’t hear; but you urge Mr. Linton to look sharp!’

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