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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 64 words
I surveyed the weapon inquisitively. A hideous notion struck me. how powerful I should be possessing such an instrument. I took it from his hand, and touched the blade. He looked astonished at the expression my face assumed during a brief second. it was not horror, it was covetousness. He snatched the pistol back, jealously; shut the knife, and returned it to its concealment.
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