I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead! — Emily Brontë
I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead! — Emily Brontë
I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead! — Emily Brontë
I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead! — Emily Brontë
I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead! — Emily Brontë
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I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead!

— Emily Brontë
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