"'Pretty Linton! I wish you were my brother!'

'And then you would like me as well as your father?' observed he more cheerfully. 'But papa says you would love me better than him, and all the world, if you were my wife - so I'd rather you were that!'

'No! I should never love anybody better than papa,' she returned gravely. 'And people hate their wives, sometimes; but not their sisters and brothers, and if you were the latter, you would live with us, and papa would be as fond of you as he is of me'" (Wuthering Heights, Volume II, Chapter IX).