Emily Brontë: Wuthering Heights

25 September 2019


I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy and free, and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them; why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

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