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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 76 words
Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily
I left him there, and proceeded down the valley alone. The grey church looked greyer, and the lonely churchyard lonelier. I distinguished a moor sheep cropping the short turf on the graves. It was sweet, warm weather too warm for travelling; but the heat did not hinder me from enjoying the delightful scenery above and below. had I seen it nearer August, Im sure it would have tempted me to waste a month among its solitudes.
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