"If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results."
"The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away."
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Source: Emily Bronte (2007). “Wuthering Heights”, Broadview Press
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