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Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

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  1. 01CHAPTER I~13 min
  2. 02CHAPTER II~21 min
  3. 03CHAPTER III — part 1~25 min
  4. 04CHAPTER III — part 2~6 min
  5. 05CHAPTER IV~17 min
  6. 06CHAPTER V~9 min
  7. 07CHAPTER VI~17 min
  8. 08CHAPTER VII — part 1~25 min
  9. 09CHAPTER VII — part 2~1 min
  10. 10CHAPTER VIII~22 min
  11. 11CHAPTER IX — part 1~25 min
  12. 12CHAPTER IX — part 2~14 min
  13. 13CHAPTER X — part 1~25 min
  14. 14CHAPTER X — part 2~16 min
  15. 15CHAPTER XI — part 1~25 min
  16. 16CHAPTER XI — part 2~1 min
  17. 17CHAPTER XII — part 1~25 min
  18. 18CHAPTER XII — part 2~7 min
  19. 19CHAPTER XIII — part 1~24 min
  20. 20CHAPTER XIII — part 2~3 min
  21. 21CHAPTER XIV~22 min
  22. 22CHAPTER XV~20 min
  23. 23CHAPTER XVI~12 min
  24. 24CHAPTER XVII — part 1~25 min
  25. 25CHAPTER XVII — part 2~19 min
  26. 26CHAPTER XVIII~23 min
  27. 27CHAPTER XIX~11 min
  28. 28CHAPTER XX~14 min
  29. 29CHAPTER XXI — part 1~25 min
  30. 30CHAPTER XXI — part 2~16 min

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1801—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist’s Heaven—and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name. “Mr. Heathcliff?” I said.

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