Yesterday afternoon set in, misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights…On that bleak hill-top, the earth was hard with a black frost, and the air made me shiver through every limb.
Before passing the threshold, I paused to admire a quantity of grotesque carving lavished over the front, and especially about the principal door; above which, among a wilderness of crumbling griffins and shameless little boys, I detected the date ‘1500…with trepidation, I entered into the house known as Wuthering Heights.
-Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
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