"...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."
I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING. And you know it's real because I hate Zillah more with each word but she gagged me this time
— Dec 17, 2025 04:49PM
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