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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 52 words
Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily
And cried for mamma at every turn, I added, and trembled if a country lad heaved his fist against you, and sat at home all day for a shower of rain. Oh, Heathcliff, you are showing a poor spirit. Come to the glass, and Ill let you see what you should wish.
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