“Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
A Jane Austen (and sometimes the Brontes) blog
“Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte