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Tonight, I continue the story, the tenant of Wild Fell Hole.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Chapter 13 My dear Gilbert, I wish you would try to be a little more amiable, said my mother one morning,

after some display of unjustifiable ill-humour on my part.

You say there's nothing the matter with you, and nothing has happened to grieve you,

and yet I never saw anyone so altered as you within these last few days. You haven't had a good

word for anybody, friends and strangers, equals and inferiors.

It's all the same.

I do wish you try to check it.

Check what?

Why, your strange temper?

You don't know how it spoils you.

I'm sure a finer disposition than yours by nature could not be if you'd let it

have fair play, so you've no excuse that way. While she thus remonstrated, I took up a book

and laying it open on the table before me pretended to be deeply absorbed in its perusal,

for I was equally unable to

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