Wuthering heights
| dc.contributor | Michael Hart, Project Gutenberg |
| dc.contributor.author | Bronte, Emily |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:54:57Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:54:57Z |
| dc.date.created | 1847 |
| dc.date.issued | 1992-01-15 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1507 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1507 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1507 |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Novels -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
| dc.subject.other | Novels |
| dc.title | Wuthering heights |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 663080 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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WUTHERING HEIGHTS by Emily Bronte. CHAPTER I.
l80l.---I have just returned from a visit to my land-
lord---the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled
with. This is certainly a beautiful country. In all Eng-
land I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situa-
tion 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 be-
tween 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.
A nod was the answer.
"Mr. Lockwood, your new tenant, sir. I do myself
the honour of calling as soon as possible after my ar-
rival, to express the hope that I have not incon-
venienced you by my perseverance in soliciting t . . .
