The man was tall and dark-skinned, like a gypsy. On his face, the stamp of years of bitter suffering.
8 seconds sound clip from the Wuthering Heights (1939)) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:03:53 in the radio play.
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- About one hundred years ago, a stranger lost his way on such a night.
- At his feet, a great dog growled ominously.
- At last the man turned and spoke.
- Who are you? And what do you want?
- My name's Lockwood. I've lost my way on the moors.
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