Грозовой перевал

           Kennethsayshewouldwagerhismare,thathe’lloutliveanymanonthissideGimmerton,andgotothegraveahoarysinner;unlesssomehappychanceoutofthecommoncoursebefallhim."

           Iwentintothekitchen,andsatdowntolullmylittlelambtosleep.Heathcliff,asIthought,walkedthroughtothebarn.Itturnedoutafterwardsthatheonlygotasfarastheothersidethesettle,whenheflunghimselfonabenchbythewall,removedfromthefire,andremainedsilent.

           IwasrockingHaretononmyknee,andhummingasongthatbegan:

           Itwasfarinthenight,andthebairniesgrat,

           Themitherbeneaththemoolsheardthat—

           whenMissCathy,whohadlistenedtothehubbubfromherroom,putherheadin,andwhispered:"Areyoualone,Nelly?"

           "Yes,miss,"Ireplied.

           Sheenteredandapproachedthehearth.I,supposingshewasgoingtosaysomething,lookedup.Theexpressionofherfaceseemeddisturbedandanxious.Herlipswerehalfasunder,asifshemeanttospeak,andshedrewabreath;butitescapedinasighinsteadofasentence.Iresumedmysong;nothavingforgottenherrecentbehaviour.

           "Where’sHeathcliff?"shesaid,interruptingme.

           "Abouthisworkinthestable,"wasmyanswer.

           Hedidnotcontradictme;perhapshehadfallenintoadoze.Therefollowedanotherlongpause,duringwhichIperceivedadroportwotricklefromCatherine’scheektotheflags.Isshesorryforhershamefulconduct?Iaskedmyself.