Wuthering Heights

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.

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