Quotation from: Wuthering Heights

Written by: Emily Bronte

'It's noan Nelly!' answered Joseph. 'I sudn't shift for Nelly -
nasty ill nowt as shoo is. Thank God! SHOO cannot stale t' sowl o'
nob'dy! Shoo wer niver soa handsome, but what a body mud look at
her 'bout winking. It's yon flaysome, graceless quean, that's
witched our lad, wi' her bold een and her forrard ways - till -
Nay! it fair brusts my heart! He's forgotten all I've done for
him, and made on him, and goan and riven up a whole row o' t'
grandest currant-trees i' t' garden!' and here he lamented
outright; unmanned by a sense of his bitter injuries, and
Earnshaw's ingratitude and dangerous condition.