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master that the young lady’s qualm of sickness was almost
gone, but I judged it best for her to lie down a while. She
wouldn’t dine; but she reappeared at tea, pale, and red
about the eyes, and marvellously subdued in outward

aspect. Next morning I answered the letter by a slip of
paper, inscribed, ‘Master Heathcliff is requested to send no
more notes to Miss Linton, as she will not receive them.’
And, henceforth, the little boy came with vacant pockets.

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