Chapter 22

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​⁠Summer drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared. Mr. Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the reapers; at the carrying of the last sheaves they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and damp, my master caught a bad cold, that settled obstinately on his lungs, and c