British English narration of classic fiction
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had played James part in the row, merely the branch of a fir tree that touched my lattice as the blast wailed by and rattled, it's dry cones against the pains. I listened, doubting Lee. An instant detected the disturber, then turned and dozed and dreamt again, if possible, still more disagreeable than before. This time I remembered, I was lying in the closet and I heard distinctly the gusty wind, the driving of the snow, I heard also the for bow Repeat. It's teasing sound and described it to the right cause. But it annoyed me so much that I resolved to silence it, if possible. And I thought I rose and endeavoured to unhappy, asked the casement. The hook was soldered into the staple, a circumstance observed by me when awake but forgotten. I must stop it nevertheless, I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch, instead of which my fingers closed on the fingers of a little ice cold hand. The intense horror of Nightmare came over me. I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed. Let me in, Let me in. Who are you? I asked, struggling meanwhile, to disengage myself. Catherine Linton, it replied, shivering. Lee, Why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw 20 times for Lynton. I've come home. I've lost my way on the more as it spoke, I discerned obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel and finding it useless. To attempt to shake the creature off, I pulled its wrist onto the broken pain and rubbed it to and fro until the blood ran down and soaked the bed clothes. Still, it wailed, Let me in, let me in! And maintained its tenacious gripe, almost maddening me with fear.