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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 50 words
I thought, if I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it. They could not every day sit so grim and taciturn; and it was impossible, however ill tempered they might be, that the universal scowl they wore was their every day countenance.
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