He couldn't believe it. It wasn't him who had held the red hot, piece of iron to her skin. He put his head in his hands and let his frightening memories swirl through his head.
'They are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.' — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
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