"...so he shall never know how I love him:
and that, not because he's handsome,
but because he's more myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same;
and Linton's is as different as a
moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire..."
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
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