Грозовой перевал

           "Whatwillbecomeofher?"Iejaculated,pushingthroughagapwhichthemanwasrepairing,andmakingstraightforthehighroad.Iwalkedasifforawager,mileaftermile,tillaturnbroughtmeinviewoftheHeights;butnoCatherinecouldIdetectfarornear.TheCragslieaboutamileandahalfbeyondMr.Heathcliff’splace,andthatisfourfromtheGrange,soIbegantofearnightwouldfallereIcouldreachthem."Andwhatifsheshouldhaveslippedinclamberingamongthem?"Ireflected,"andbeenkilled,orbrokensomeofherbones?"Mysuspensewastrulypainful;and,atfirst,itgavemedelightfulrelieftoobserve,inhurryingbythefarmhouse,Charlie,thefiercestofthepointers,lyingunderawindow,withswelledheadandbleedingear.Iopenedthewicketandrantothedoor,knockingvehementlyforadmittance.AwomanwhomIknew,andwhoformerlylivedatGimmerton,answered:shehadbeenservanttheresincethedeathofMr.Earnshaw.

           "Ah,"saidshe,"youarecomeaseekingyourlittlemistress!don’tbefrightened.She’sheresafe:butI’mgladitisn’tthemaster."

           "Heisnotathomethen,ishe?"Ipanted,quitebreathlesswithquickwalkingandalarm.

           "No,no,"shereplied:"bothheandJosephareoff,andIthinktheywon’treturnthishourormore.Stepinandrestyouabit."

           Ientered,andbeheldmystraylambseatedonthehearth,rockingherselfinalittlechairthathadbeenhermother’swhenachild.