She had cried out, when I carried up her dinner, that she couldn't bear any longer being in the cold; and I told her the master was going to Thrushcross Grange, and Earnshaw and I needn't hinder her from descending; so, as soon as she heard Heathcliff's horse trot off, she made her appearance, donned in black, and her yellow curls combed back behind her ears as plain as a Quaker: she couldn't comb them out.

I had told her the master was going to Thrushcross Grange; so as soon as she heard Heathcliff's horse trot off, she appeared dressed in black, with her yellow curls combed back as plain as a Quaker.
