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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 76 words
Nonsense. cried Catherine in a passion. Foolish, silly boy. And there. he trembles, as if I were really going to touch him. You neednt bespeak contempt, Linton. anybody will have it spontaneously at your service. Get off. I shall return home. it is folly dragging you from the hearth stone, and pretending what do we pretend. Let go my frock. If I pitied you for crying and looking so very frightened, you should spurn such pity.
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