The Friday 56 is a meme hosted by Freda's Voice
*Grab a book, any book
*Turn to page 56, or 56% in your eReader
*Find any sentence (or a few, just don't spoil it!) that grabs you
*Comment with your (url) post.
This week's pick: Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
Under these circumstances I remained solitary. I smelt the rich scent of the heating spices; and admired the shining kitchen utensils, the polished clock, decked in holly, the silver mugs ranged on a tray ready to be filled with mulled ale for supper; and, above all, the speckless purity of my particular care -- the scoured and well-swept floor.