He knocked desperately at the door... It was opened by a doddering old butler who stood staring at him.

9 seconds sound clip from the Wuthering Heights (1939)) classic radio play.

You can hear this line at 00:03:37 in the radio play.

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- She, too, has that emotional power which every character in this play seems to require.

- Now, the players are on the stage and our drama's about to begin. We raise the curtain on Act One of 'Wuthering Heights'...

- Desolate and lonely are the rolling moorlands of England where, in the winter night, the snowdrifts stand like giant spectres in the teeth of screaming gales.

- About one hundred years ago, a stranger lost his way on such a night.

- Freezing, blinded and stumbling, he saw at last the fitful lights of an old manor house, aged and crumbling on the hillside.

- He knocked desperately at the door... It was opened by a doddering old butler who stood staring at him.

- Then, without a word, he led the stranger into the musty living room, where in the dim candlelight, a man and two women sat without moving.

- The man was tall and dark-skinned, like a gypsy. On his face, the stamp of years of bitter suffering.

- At his feet, a great dog growled ominously.

- At last the man turned and spoke.

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