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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: certainly annoy Mr. Heathcliff, and he'll be mad at you both.'
'I'm not going to,' she answered.
The minute after, she had sidled to him, and was sticking primroses
in his plate of porridge.
He dared not speak to her there: he dared hardly look; and yet she
went on teasing, till he was twice on the point of being provoked
to laugh. I frowned, and then she glanced towards the master:
whose mind was occupied on other subjects than his company, as his
countenance evinced; and she grew serious for an instant,
scrutinizing him with deep gravity. Afterwards she turned, and
recommenced her nonsense; at last, Hareton uttered a smothered
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