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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 64 words

Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily

My little mistress behaved like an angel in coming to wait on me, and cheer my solitude; the confinement brought me exceedingly low. It is wearisome, to a stirring active body. but few have slighter reasons for complaint than I had. The moment Catherine left Mr. Lintons room she appeared at my bedside. Her day was divided between us; no amusement usurped a minute.

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