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"In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her - That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least - for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at night, caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!"

                                                                                        --------------Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights.
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