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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 79 words
Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily
Your beasts have trotted off, he said, and now Linton. snivelling again. What has she been doing to you. Come, come have done, and get to bed. In a month or two, my lad, youll be able to pay her back her present tyrannies with a vigorous hand. Youre pining for pure love, are you not. nothing else in the world. and she shall have you. There, to bed. Zillah wont be here to night; you must undress yourself.
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