Quotation from: Wuthering Heights

Written by: Emily Bronte

'Yes!' I reflected to myself, 'we shall have a fit of illness. I
cannot conceive what he has been doing.'

That noon he sat down to dinner with us, and received a heaped-up
plate from my hands, as if he intended to make amends for previous
fasting.

'I've neither cold nor fever, Nelly,' he remarked, in allusion to
my morning's speech; 'and I'm ready to do justice to the food you
give me.'