First weekend of the year for a random out of context page Wuthering HeightsEmily Brontë ‘May she wake in torment!’ he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. ‘Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there–not in heaven–not perished–where? Oh! you said Continue reading