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Wuthering Heights

shall keep your ridiculous secrets. For shame! and you
must have led the way in writing such absurdities: he
would not have thought of beginning, I’m certain.’
’I didn’t! I didn’t!’ sobbed Cathy, fit to break her heart.

‘I didn’t once think of loving him till - ‘
’LOVING!’ cried I, as scornfully as I could utter the
word. ‘LOVING! Did anybody ever hear the like! I might
just as well talk of loving the miller who comes once a
year to buy our corn. Pretty loving, indeed! and both
times together you have seen Linton hardly four hours in
your life! Now here is the babyish trash. I’m going with it
to the library; and we’ll see what your father says to such
LOVING.’
She sprang at her precious epistles, but I hold them
above my head; and then she poured out further frantic
entreaties that I would burn them - do anything rather
than show them. And being really fully as much inclined
to laugh as scold - for I esteemed it all girlish vanity - I at
length relented in a measure, and asked, - ‘If I consent to
burn them, will you promise faithfully neither to send nor
receive a letter again, nor a book (for I perceive you have
sent him books), nor locks of hair, nor rings, nor
playthings?’

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