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... tell of comfort and order , but leave all unguessed the great riches of the master . How he became so rich is almost a puzzle ; for , though the farm be his own , it is not large ; and though prudent and frugal on ordinary occasions ...
... tell of comfort and order , but leave all unguessed the great riches of the master . How he became so rich is almost a puzzle ; for , though the farm be his own , it is not large ; and though prudent and frugal on ordinary occasions ...
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... tell a dismal story of two sheep - stealers who , sixty years ago , were found hidden in that copse , and only taken after great difficulty and resistance , and the maiming of a peace - officer . " Pray don't go there , Miss ! For ...
... tell a dismal story of two sheep - stealers who , sixty years ago , were found hidden in that copse , and only taken after great difficulty and resistance , and the maiming of a peace - officer . " Pray don't go there , Miss ! For ...
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... tell her who I am , eh , Joseph ? " " Nor - ne me ! I'll hae no hend wi't , " muttered the head , vanishing . The snow began to drive thickly . I seized the handle to essay another trial ; when a young man without coat , and shouldering ...
... tell her who I am , eh , Joseph ? " " Nor - ne me ! I'll hae no hend wi't , " muttered the head , vanishing . The snow began to drive thickly . I seized the handle to essay another trial ; when a young man without coat , and shouldering ...
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... in the marshes ? People familiar with these moors often miss their road on such evenings ; and I can tell you there is no chance of a change at present . " " Perhaps I can get a guide among your lads ΙΟ WUTHERING HEIGHTS.
... in the marshes ? People familiar with these moors often miss their road on such evenings ; and I can tell you there is no chance of a change at present . " " Perhaps I can get a guide among your lads ΙΟ WUTHERING HEIGHTS.
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... tell me my way , not to show it ; or else to persuade Mr Heathcliff to give me a guide . " " Who ? There is himself , Earnshaw , Zillah , Joseph and I. Which would you have ? " " Are there no boys at the farm ? " " No ; those are all ...
... tell me my way , not to show it ; or else to persuade Mr Heathcliff to give me a guide . " " Who ? There is himself , Earnshaw , Zillah , Joseph and I. Which would you have ? " " Are there no boys at the farm ? " " No ; those are all ...
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Page 39 - Both of us were able to look in by standing on the basement, and clinging to the ledge, and we saw - ah! it was beautiful - a splendid place carpeted with crimson, and crimson-covered chairs and tables, and a pure white ceiling bordered by gold, a shower of glass-drops hanging in silver chains from the centre, and shimmering with little soft tapers.
Page 44 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 132 - I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there : not seeing it dimly through tears and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart ; but really with it and in it. Nelly, you think you are better and more fortunate than I ; in full health and strength : you are sorry for me — very soon that will be altered. I shall be sorry for you. I shall be incomparably beyond and above you all.
Page 269 - I tried to close his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, lifelike gaze of exultation, before anyone else beheld it. They would not shut: they seemed to sneer at my attempts; and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too! Taken with another fit of cowardice, I cried out for Joseph. Joseph shuffled up and made a noise, but resolutely refused to meddle with him. 'Th...
Page 50 - Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!' 'For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. 'It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.' 'No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall,
Page 69 - If all else perished, and he re-mained, I should still continue to be ; and, if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods : time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for HeathclifF resembles the eternal rocks beneath : a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff — he's always, always in my mind — not as...
Page 126 - You talk of her mind being unsettled. How the devil could it be otherwise in her frightful isolation? And that insipid, paltry creature attending her from duty and humanity! From pity and charity! He might as well plant an oak in a flower-pot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
Page 185 - I exclaimed, pointing to a nook under the roots of one twisted tree. " Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up, and pluck it to show to papa...
Page 270 - We buried him, to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood, as he wished. Earnshaw and I, the sexton, and six men to carry the coffin, comprehended the whole attendance. The six men departed when they had let it down into the grave: we stayed to see it covered. Hareton, with a streaming face, dug green sods, and laid them over the brown mould himself...
Page 132 - Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears : they'll blight you — they'll damn you. You loved me — then what right had you to leave me...