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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 42 words

Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily

And I never knew such a faint hearted creature, added the woman; nor one so careful of hisseln. He will go on, if I leave the window open a bit late in the evening. Oh. its killing, a breath of night air.

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