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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 48 words
Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily
Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar, but gave no intimation of ascending; so his master dived down to him, leaving me vis vis the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheep dogs, who shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements.
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