Грозовой перевал

           Herhatwashungagainstthewall,andsheseemedperfectlyathome,laughingandchattering,inthebestspiritsimaginable,toHareton—nowagreat,strongladofeighteen—whostaredatherwithconsiderablecuriosityandastonishment:comprehendingpreciouslittleofthefluentsuccessionofremarksandquestionswhichhertongueneverceasedpouringforth.

           "Verywell,miss!"Iexclaimed,concealingmyjoyunderanangrycountenance."Thisisyourlastride,tillpapacomesback.I’llnottrustyouoverthethresholdagain,younaughty,naughtygirl!"

           "Aha,Ellen!"shecriedgaily,jumpingupandrunningtomyside."Ishallhaveaprettystorytotellto-night:andsoyou’vefoundmeout.Haveyoueverbeenhereinyourlifebefore?"

           "Putthathaton,andhomeatonce,"saidI."I’mdreadfullygrievedatyou,MissCathy:you’vedoneextremelywrong.It’snousepoutingandcrying:thatwon’trepaythetroubleI’vehad,scouringthecountryafteryou.TothinkhowMr.Lintonchargedmetokeepyouin;andyoustealingoffso!itshowsyouareacunninglittlefox,andnobodywillputfaithinyouanymore."

           "WhathaveIdone?"sobbedshe,instantlychecked."Papachargedmenothing:he’llnotscoldme,Ellen—he’snevercross,likeyou!"

           "Come,come!"Irepeated."I’lltietheriband.Now,letushavenopetulance.Oh,forshame!Youthirteenyearsold,andsuchababy!"

           Thisexclamationwascausedbyherpushingthehatfromherhead,andretreatingtothechimneyoutofmyreach.