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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 73 words
That is nothing to the purpose, said Heathcliff. He it was. I dont hate my son, I suppose; and it is concerning him that I demand your attention. Yes; you have cause to blush. Two or three months since, were you not in the habit of writing to Linton. making love in play, eh. You deserved, both of you, flogging for that. You especially, the elder; and less sensitive, as it turns out.
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