... and moss creeping up its foot; Heathcliff's still bare. WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 34 For some days after that evening Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting...
... astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him. WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 1 1801. - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary...
... 'I can sleep on a chair in this room,' I replied. WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 2 Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to...
... art, not force: with force she would have found it impossible. WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 6 Mr. Hindley came home to the funeral; and - a thing that amazed...
... interested in every character you have mentioned, more or less.' WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 7 Cathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks: till Christmas. By...
... sententiously. 'First and foremost, do you love Mr. Edgar?' WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 9 He entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in...
... somewhat later than usual, I saw, by the sunbeams piercing the WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 9 (P2) She laughed, and held me down; for I made a motion to leave...
... honourable soul, and a true one, or how could he remember her?' WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 10 (P2) 'It's a nice place for a young man to fix his dwelling...
... would resume their quarrel together. He began to speak first. WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 11 Sometimes, while meditating on these things in solitude, I've...
... spirit: our fiery Catherine was no better than a wailing child. WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 12 While Miss Linton moped about the park and garden, always silent,...
... with my pocket-handkerchief. Our labours were scarcely over when WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 13 For two months the fugitives remained absent; in those two months,...