. . . "it would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how much 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 the same, . . . "
Oh, swoon. Oh throb. Oh, how many semicolons can one use in a single novel?
I read this book every summer btw fifth and eighth grade. Sigh.