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‘this is nothing,’cried she:’i was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and i broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of wuthering heights; where i woke sobbing for joy.
that will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. i’ve no more business to marry edgar linton than i have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought heathcliff so low, i shouldn’t have thought of it. it would degrade me to marry heathcliff now;so he should never know i love him: and that not because he’s handsome, nelly, but because he’s more myself than i am. whatever our souls are made of his and mine are same;and linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning,or frost from fire. -wuthering heights- by emily brontë