Now, you shall hear how I have been received in my new home, as I am led to imagine Heights will be. It is to amuse myself that I dwell on such subjects as the lack of external comforts: they never occupy my thoughts, except at the moment when I miss them. I should laugh and dance for joy, if I found their absence was the total of my miseries, and the rest was an unnatural dream!
-(Isabella Heathcliff to Ellen Dean) Emily Bronte, p. 125 (1847)
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