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Why isn't there the smell of heather in your hair?
Isabella: Oh Heathcliff, why won't you let me come near you? You're not black and horrible as they all think. You're full of pain. I can make you happy. Let me try. You won't regret it. I'll be your slave. I can bring life back to you, new and fresh.
Heathcliff: Why are your eyes always empty? Like Linton's eyes.
Isabella: They're not empty, if you'd only look deeper. Look at me. I'm pretty. I'm a woman and I love you. You're all of life to me. Let me be a single breath of it for you. Heathcliff, let your heart look at me just once!
Heathcliff: Almighty God, give me life. What is it but hunger and pain?
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