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A bot posting out Emily Jane Bronte's Wuthering Heights into the void.
Don’t be alarmed!
November 12, 2025 at 4:32 PM
I did detect a figure creeping along the inner fence of the park; but it was not my young mistress: on its emerging into the light, I recognised one of the grooms.
November 12, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Nothing was stirring except a brindled, grey cat, which crept from the ashes, and saluted me with a querulous mew.
November 12, 2025 at 12:32 PM
I appeared to feel the warm breath of it displacing the sleet-laden wind.
November 12, 2025 at 10:31 AM
It is unutterable!
November 12, 2025 at 8:32 AM
But ere he had crossed the door-stones, Mr. Heathcliff, coming up the causeway, encountered him, and laying hold of his shoulder asked, ‘What’s to do now, my lad?’
November 12, 2025 at 6:32 AM
‘Don’t vex me.
November 12, 2025 at 4:32 AM
Our adieux were limited to a hasty bow, and then I pushed forward, trusting to my own resources; for the porter’s lodge is untenanted as yet.
November 12, 2025 at 2:32 AM
‘But I do,’ said her cousin, shuddering.
November 12, 2025 at 12:32 AM
She said Mr. Heathcliff seemed to dislike him ever longer and worse, though he took some trouble to conceal it: he had an antipathy to the sound of his voice, and could not do at all with his sitting in the same room with him many minutes together.
November 11, 2025 at 10:33 PM
‘Yes: you had the reason of going to bed with a proud heart and an empty stomach,’ said I.
November 11, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Are they red, any of them?
November 11, 2025 at 6:32 PM
While he was speaking, Joseph returned bearing a basin of milkporridge, and placed it before Linton: who stirred round the homely mess with a look of aversion, and affirmed he could not eat it.
November 11, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Having swept the hearth and wiped the table, I departed; more perplexed than ever.
November 11, 2025 at 2:33 PM
But, being in disgrace, I was not favoured with a description of the interesting objects she saw.
November 11, 2025 at 12:32 PM
They really did howl out something in that way.
November 11, 2025 at 10:32 AM
I should like to be climbing up there!
November 11, 2025 at 8:32 AM
My feet were thoroughly wetted; I was cross and low; exactly the humour suited for making the most of these disagreeable things.
November 11, 2025 at 6:32 AM
Well, there was cause.
November 11, 2025 at 4:32 AM
Another encounter between you and the master would kill her altogether.’
November 11, 2025 at 2:32 AM
Joseph seemed sitting in a sort of elysium alone, beside a roaring fire; a quart of ale on the table near him, bristling with large pieces of toasted oat-cake; and his black, short pipe in his mouth.
November 11, 2025 at 12:32 AM
‘You should have come, instead of writing.
November 10, 2025 at 10:32 PM
I went in; Earnshaw was there also, but he quitted the room directly.
November 10, 2025 at 8:32 PM
I should be miserable all night, and I won’t be miserable for you!’
November 10, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Something stirred in the porch; and, moving nearer, I distinguished a tall man dressed in dark clothes, with dark face and hair.
November 10, 2025 at 4:31 PM