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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 74 words
She emptied her blackened pieces into the flames, and motioned me to finish the immolation. It was done; I stirred up the ashes, and interred them under a shovelful of coals; and she mutely, and with a sense of intense injury, retired to her private apartment. I descended to tell my master that the young ladys qualm of sickness was almost gone, but I judged it best for her to lie down a while.
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