... character of Emily Brontë and not of the great trials of her life, I shouldhave ventured to dedicate this study. But to Emily& apos;s friend I only offer what, through her, I have learned of Emily; ... of encouragement, or recognition. Not so thesterner Emily, to whom expression was at once a necessity and a regret. Emily& apos;s brain, Emily& apos;s locked desk,these and nothing else knew ... here, no possibility ofsolitude. I think when Emily Brontë saw the place, she must have known very well she would not be happythere."My sister Emily loved the moors," says Charlotte,...
... 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 us at meals;...
... 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 spend it...
... 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 us, and...
... 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 that time...
... '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 the act...
... 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 my chair....