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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 56 words
To hear you, people might think you were the mistress. she cried. You want setting down in your right place. Heathcliff, what are you about, raising this stir. I said you must let Isabella alone. I beg you will, unless you are tired of being received here, and wish Linton to draw the bolts against you.
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