"...finally, Earnshaw crossed over, and whispered to me.
‘Will you ask her to read to us, Zillah? I’m stalled of doing naught; and I do like—I could like to hear her! Dunnot say I wanted it, but ask of yourseln.’
‘Mr. Hareton wishes you would read to us, ma’am,’ I said, immediately."
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add a skeleton here at some point
3 days ago