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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 68 words
He told his wife the same story, and she seemed to believe him; but one night, while leaning on his shoulder, in the act of saying she thought she should be able to get up to morrow, a fit of coughing took her a very slight one he raised her in his arms; she put her two hands about his neck, her face changed, and she was dead.
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