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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 45 words

Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily

Whear the divil. began the religious elder. The Lord bless us. The Lord forgie us. Whear the hell wold ye gang. ye marred, wearisome nowt. Yeve seen all but Haretons bit of a chamer. Theres not another hoile to lig down in i th hahse.

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