Chapter 25

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​⁠“These things happened last winter, sir,” said Mrs. Dean; “hardly more than a year ago. Last winter, I did not think, at another twelve months’ end, I should be amusing a stranger to the family with relating them! Yet, who knows how long you’ll be a stranger? You’re too young to rest always contented, living by yourself; and I some way fancy no one could see Catherine Linton and not love her. You