Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors. I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free, and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed?
Catherine Earnshaw (Ch. XII). - Wuthering Heights (1847)
Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors. I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free, and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed?
Catherine Earnshaw (Ch. XII). - Wuthering Heights (1847)