Sshhh. Keep it down. The screws'll hear...Fishee fishee fisheeee...

so happy prove To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Rom. O, let

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from his stool, and giving Bob such a dig in the waistcoat that he

Where the hell is he? �

Ion. Yes.

And the soul, with shrilling cry, passed like smoke beneath the earth. And, --

Chapter 6

Grandma Fa [walking in with a Cri-Kee in a cage]: How lucky can they be,they're dead. Besides, I've got all the luck we'll need. [Speaking toCri-Kee] This is your chance to prove yourself. [Cri-Kee chirps approvingly. Grandma Fa covers her eyes steps into a busy street]

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Cathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks: till Christmas. By that time her ankle was thoroughly cured, and her manners much improved. The mistress visited her often in the interval, and commenced her plan of reform by trying to raise her self-respect with fine clothes and flattery, which she took readily; so that, instead of a wild, hatless little savage jumping into the house, and rushing to squeeze us all breathless, there alighted from a handsome black pony a very dignified person, with brown ringlets falling from the cover of a feathered beaver, and a long cloth habit, which she was obliged to hold up with both hands that she might sail in. Hindley lifted her from her horse, exclaiming delightedly, `Why, Cathy, you are quite a beauty! I should scarcely have known you: you look like a lady now. Isabella Linton is not to be compared with her, is she, Frances?'