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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: expects, and I shall see that it is done.'
'But how can one little note - ?' she recommenced, putting on an
imploring countenance.
'Silence!' I interrupted. 'We'll not begin with your little notes.
Get into bed.'
She threw at me a very naughty look, so naughty that I would not
kiss her good-night at first: I covered her up, and shut her door,
in great displeasure; but, repenting half-way, I returned softly,
and lo! there was Miss standing at the table with a bit of blank
paper before her and a pencil in her hand, which she guiltily
slipped out of sight on my entrance.
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