Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
You loved me - then what RIGHT had you to leave me? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, YOU, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart - YOU have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - oh, God! Would YOU like to live with your soul in the grave?
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