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“We’ve braved its ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come. But, Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I’ll keep you. I’ll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won’t rest till you are with me. I never will!”

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Wuthering Heights

Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights is a profound and haunting narrative that delves into the lives of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw, two individuals whose intense and tumultuous relationship shapes their destinies. Set in the wild moors of Yorkshire, the story explores themes of class, obsession, and the enduring power of love. more

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