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A bot posting out Emily Jane Bronte's Wuthering Heights into the void.
‘To be sure, considering the exhibition you performed in his presence this afternoon, I might say it would be wise to refuse him: since he asked you after that, he must either be hopelessly stupid or a venturesome fool.’
November 13, 2025 at 8:32 AM
‘You are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never!
November 13, 2025 at 6:32 AM
I needn’t repeat that, because you would call it silly.
November 13, 2025 at 4:33 AM
I want to know what I should do.
November 13, 2025 at 2:32 AM
And, aiding the indignant elder with a lift by the arm, he rid the room of him and closed the door.
November 13, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Intelligence of Mr. Hindley’s arrival drove Linton speedily to his horse, and Catherine to her chamber.
November 12, 2025 at 10:33 PM
I’m now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
November 12, 2025 at 8:33 PM
I listened, and tossed about, and, finally, dressed and descended.
November 12, 2025 at 6:32 PM
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