Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
Emily Brontewondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Emily BronteHush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
Emily Brontewondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Emily Bronte