Грозовой перевал

           Wedeferredourexcursiontilltheafternoon;agoldenafternoonofAugust:everybreathfromthehillssofulloflife,thatitseemedwhoeverrespiredit,thoughdying,mightrevive.Catherine’sfacewasjustlikethelandscape—shadowsandsunshineflittingoveritinrapidsuccession;buttheshadowsrestedlonger,andthesunshinewasmoretransient;andherpoorlittleheartreproacheditselfforeventhatpassingforgetfulnessofitscares.

           WediscernedLintonwatchingatthesamespothehadselectedbefore.Myyoungmistressalighted,andtoldmethat,asshewasresolvedtostayaverylittlewhile,Ihadbetterholdtheponyandremainonhorseback;butIdissented:Iwouldn’trisklosingsightofthechargecommittedtomeaminute;soweclimbedtheslopeofheathtogether.MasterHeathcliffreceiveduswithgreateranimationonthisoccasion:nottheanimationofhighspiritsthough,noryetofjoy;itlookedmorelikefear.

           "Itislate!"hesaid,speakingshortandwithdifficulty,"Isnotyourfatherveryill?Ithoughtyouwouldn’tcome."

           "Whywon’tyoubecandid?"criedCatherine,swallowinghergreeting."Whycannotyousayatonceyoudon’twantme?Itisstrange,Linton,thatforthesecondtimeyouhavebroughtmehereonpurpose,apparently,todistressusboth,andfornoreasonbesides!"

           Lintonshivered,andglancedather,halfsupplicating,halfashamed;buthiscousin’spatiencewasnotsufficienttoendurethisenigmaticalbehaviour.