Quotation from: Wuthering Heights

Written by: Emily Bronte


'Oh, I hope you'll die in a garret, starved to death!' said the
boy, mistaking our approach for that of his negligent attendant.


He stopped on observing his error: his cousin flew to him.


'Is that you, Miss Linton?' he said, raising his head from the arm
of the great chair, in which he reclined. 'No - don't kiss me: it
takes my breath. Dear me! Papa said you would call,' continued
he, after recovering a little from Catherine's embrace; while she
stood by looking very contrite. 'Will you shut the door, if you
please? you left it open; and those - those DETESTABLE creatures
won't bring coals to the fire. It's so cold!'

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