Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Submitted by ventilationdestination.
[ ♕;; — —he taunts her with a pout. ]
❝ Now I amtruly offended. You’ve talked
to me for no longer than a few minutes
& I’m infuriating. My, my; my reputation proceeds me. ❞
“Do not mistake my insults for
a boost to your e g o , trickster.”
Sif walks over, a hand planted at the hilt of her sheathed blade.
She would not unsheathe it; she had orders. For now.
“You still have much to
a t o n e .”
That “oh, no” doesn’t sound too good. Need a hand?
No. That “oh, no” was directed to you, if I did not make it clear enough.