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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 79 words
Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily
Night walking amuses him, then, I remarked, affecting a careless manner. in reality as surprised as she was, and anxious to ascertain the truth of her statement; for to see the master looking glad would not be an every day spectacle. I framed an excuse to go in. Heathcliff stood at the open door; he was pale, and he trembled. yet, certainly, he had a strange joyful glitter in his eyes, that altered the aspect of his whole face.
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