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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 73 words
Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily
Saying this, he compelled us so to square our positions that we might receive from the far off fire a dull ray to show us the text of the lumber he thrust upon us. I could not bear the employment. I took my dingy volume by the scroop, and hurled it into the dog kennel, vowing I hated a good book. Heathcliff kicked his to the same place. Then there was a hubbub.
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