Wuthering Heights: A NovelHarper & Brothers, publishers, 1848 - 288 páginas |
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... hour , if you can afford me shelter during that space . " 66 " Half an hour ? " he said , shaking the white flakes from his clothes ; I wonder you should select the thick of a snow- storm to ramble about in . Do you know that you run a ...
... hour , if you can afford me shelter during that space . " 66 " Half an hour ? " he said , shaking the white flakes from his clothes ; I wonder you should select the thick of a snow- storm to ramble about in . Do you know that you run a ...
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... hours , and yet my brother had the face to ex- claim , when he saw us descending , " What , done already ! ' " On Sunday evenings we used to be permitted to play , if we did not make much noise ; now a mere titter is sufficient to send ...
... hours , and yet my brother had the face to ex- claim , when he saw us descending , " What , done already ! ' " On Sunday evenings we used to be permitted to play , if we did not make much noise ; now a mere titter is sufficient to send ...
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... hour — foolish palaver that we should be ashamed of . " We made ourselves as snug as our means allowed in the arch of the dresser . I had just fastened our pinafores together , and hung them up for a curtain , when in comes Joseph on an ...
... hour — foolish palaver that we should be ashamed of . " We made ourselves as snug as our means allowed in the arch of the dresser . I had just fastened our pinafores together , and hung them up for a curtain , when in comes Joseph on an ...
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... hour , yet the instant I listened again , there was the doleful cry moan- ing on . 66 Begone ! " I shouted , " I'll never let you in , not if you beg for twenty years ! " misfortune to scream in my sleep , owing to a. " twenty years , I ...
... hour , yet the instant I listened again , there was the doleful cry moan- ing on . 66 Begone ! " I shouted , " I'll never let you in , not if you beg for twenty years ! " misfortune to scream in my sleep , owing to a. " twenty years , I ...
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... hour for every mile of the usual way from Wuthering Heights . My human fixture and her satellites rushed to welcome me , exclaiming , tumultuously , they had completely given me up ; every body conjectured that I perished last night ...
... hour for every mile of the usual way from Wuthering Heights . My human fixture and her satellites rushed to welcome me , exclaiming , tumultuously , they had completely given me up ; every body conjectured that I perished last night ...
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answered asked baht began candle Catherine Earnshaw Catherine Heath Catherine's chair child choly cliff commenced companion countenance cousin cried dare Dean door Earnshaw Edgar Linton ejaculated Ellen exclaimed eyes face fancy father fear feel felt fire gaze Gimmerton guess hand Hareton hate head hear heard heart Heath Heathcliff Hindley Hindley Earnshaw hour inquired Isabella Joseph keep kissed kitchen laugh leave live look master melan mind minute Miss Catherine Miss Cathy Miss Linton mistress moors morning muttered Nelly never night norther papa porridge replied returned round seat seemed servant Skulker smile soon speak stared stay stood talk tell Theodorus Bailey thing thought Thrushcross Grange told took turn up-stairs walk whispered wicked window wish word Wuthering Heights young lady Zillah
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Página 272 - I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Página 63 - I was only going to say t!:nt heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
Página 97 - It wanted to get to its nest, for the clouds had touched the swells, and it felt rain coming. This feather was picked up from the heath, the bird was not shot: we saw its nest in the winter, full of little skeletons. Heathcliff set a trap over it, and the old ones dare not come. I made him promise he'd never shoot a lapwing after that, and he didn't. Yes, here are more! Did he shoot my lapwings, Nelly? Are they red, any of them? Let me look.
Página 128 - 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.
Página 64 - 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 a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Página 269 - No minister need come; nor need anything be said over me - I tell you, I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether unvalued, and uncoveted by me!
Página 4 - Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun.
Página 80 - Nelly, help me to convince her of her madness. Tell her what Heathcliff is — an unreclaimed creature, without refinement, without cultivation; an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone.
Página 176 - He has satisfied my expectations. If he were a born fool I should not enjoy it half so much. But he's no fool; and I can sympathise with all his feelings, having felt them myself. I know what he suffers now, for instance, exactly — it is merely a beginning of what he shall suffer, though. And he'll never be able to emerge from his bathos of coarseness and ignorance. I've got him faster than his scoundrel of a father secured me, and lower; for he takes a pride in his brutishness. I've taught him...
Página 37 - Then the woman servant brought a basin of warm water, and washed her feet; and Mr. Linton mixed a tumbler of negus, and Isabella emptied a plateful of cakes into her lap, and Edgar stood gaping at a distance. Afterwards, they dried and combed her beautiful hair, and gave her a pair of enormous slippers, and wheeled her to the fire, and I left her, as merry as she could be, dividing her food between the little dog and Skulker whose nose she pinched as...