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Wuthering Heights - Brontë, Emily · 66 words
You are a boastful champion, replied Heathcliff; but I dont like you well enough to hurt him. you shall get the full benefit of the torment, as long as it lasts. It is not I who will make him hateful to you it is his own sweet spirit. Hes as bitter as gall at your desertion and its consequences. dont expect thanks for this noble devotion.
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