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Summer was already past its prime, when Edgar reluctantly yielded his assent to their entreaties, and Catherine and I set out on our first ride to join her cousin. It was a close, sultry day: devoid o
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Summer was already past its prime, when Edgar reluctantly yielded his assent to their entreaties, and Catherine and I set out on our first ride to join her cousin. It was a close, sultry day: devoid o
For some days after that evening Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting us at meals; yet he would not consent formally to exclu…
On the morrow of that Monday, Earnshaw being still unable to follow his ordinary employments, and therefore remaining a…
1802.—This September I was invited to devastate the moors of a friend in the north, and on my journey to his abode, I u…
Yesterday was bright, calm, and frosty. I went to the Heights as I proposed: my housekeeper entreated me to bear a litt…
I have paid a visit to the Heights, but I have not seen her since she left: Joseph held the door in his hand when I cal…
The evening after the funeral, my young lady and I were seated in the library; now musing mournfully—one of us despairi…
On the fifth morning, or rather afternoon, a different step approached—lighter and shorter; and, this time, the person …
Seven days glided away, every one marking its course by the henceforth rapid alteration of Edgar Linton’s state. The ha…
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