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crowded round, and there was a dirty, ragged, black-haired child; big enough both to walk and talk: indeed, its face looked olde
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Oh, indeed! Well, then, I m
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As I dressed, I thought over what had happened, and wondered if it were a dream. I could not be certain of the reality till I saw Mr. Rochester again and he repeated his oath. I looked at my face in the glas
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1801. I have just returned from a visit to my landlord-the only neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful c
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'Always at nine in winter, and rise at four,' said my host, suppressing a groan: and, as I fancied, by the motion of his arm's shadow, dashing a tear from his eyes.
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forgotten to draw my curta
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continued to walk. It grew dark, and it started to rain heavier. My clothes were wet, and I knew that if I found no shelter soon, I would catch cold. I started to look for some kind of bush or rock at least. It was at that moment that I saw a glowing light ahead. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But it stayed steady, so I headed toward it.
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had heard of the house of Ferndean before. Mr. Rochester often spoke about it, and sometimes went there. Ferndean was in a forest, and
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But the hardships of Lowood lessened. Spring came. The snows of winter melted. The nights and mornings were not so freezing cold any longer. First flowers
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Heathcliff bore this pret
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