"Oh, Edgar, Edgar!" she panted, flinging her arms round his neck. "Oh, Edgar darling! Heathcliff's come back-he is!" And she tightened her embrace to a squeeze.
"Well, well," cried her husband, crossly, "don't strangle me for that! He never struck me as such a marvellous treasure. There is no need to be frantic!"

'Oh, Edgar, Edgar!' she panted, flinging her arms round his neck. 'Oh, Edgar darling! Heathcliff's come back!'
'Well, well,' cried her husband, crossly, 'don't strangle me for that! He never struck me as such a marvellous treasure.'
