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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 40 words
Oh. dont, Miss Catherine. I cried. Were dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us. Come, come, be merry and like yourself. Look at little Hareton. hes dreaming nothing dreary. How sweetly he smiles in his sleep.
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