Грозовой перевал

           Henoticedthis,andthrustataninnerdoorwiththeendofhisspade,intimatingbyaninarticulatesoundthattherewastheplacewhereImustgo,ifIchangedmylocality.

           Itopenedintothehouse,wherethefemaleswerealreadyastir.Zillahurgingflakesofflameupthechimneywithacolossalbellows;andMrs.Heathcliff,kneelingonthehearthreadingabookbytheaidoftheblaze.Sheheldherhandinterposedbetweenthefurnace-heatandhereyes,andseemedabsorbedinheroccupation;desistingfromitonlytochidetheservantforcoveringherwithsparks,ortopushawayadog,nowandthen,thatsnoozleditsnoseoverforwardlyintoherface.IwassurprisedtoseeHeathclifftherealso.Hestoodbythefire,hisbacktowardsme,justfinishingastormyscenetopoorZillah;whoeverandanoninterruptedherlabourtopluckupthecornerofherapron,andheaveanindignantgroan.

           "Andyou,youworthless"—hebrokeout,asIentered,turningtohisdaughter-in-law,andemployinganepithetasharmlessasduck,orsheep,butgenerallyrepresentedbyadash-."Thereyouare,atyouridletricksagain!Therestofthemdoearntheirbread—youliveonmycharity!putyourtrashaway,andfindsomethingtodo.Youshallpaymefortheplagueofhavingyoueternallyinmysight—doyouhear,damnablejade?"

           "I’llputmytrashaway,becauseyoucanmakeme,ifIrefuse,"answeredtheyounglady,closingherbook,andthrowingitonachair."ButI’llnotdoanything,thoughyoushouldswearyourtongueout,exceptwhatIplease!"

           Heathcliffliftedhishand,andthespeakersprangtoasaferdistance,obviouslyacquaintedwithitsweight.