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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 45 words
I wer sure hed sarve ye out. Hes a grand lad. Hes getten t raight sperrit in him. He knaws ay, he knaws, as weel as I do, who sud be t maister yonder Ech, ech, ech. He made ye skift properly. Ech, ech, ech.
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