Грозовий перевал
Chapter 9
Butifyouwillnotmockatme,I’llexplainit:Ican’tdoitdistinctly:butI’llgiveyouafeelingofhowIfeel."
Sheseatedherselfbymeagain:hercountenancegrewsadderandgraver,andherclaspedhandstrembled.
"Nelly,doyouneverdreamqueerdreams?"shesaidsuddenly,aftersomeminutes’reflection.
"Yes,nowandthen,"Ianswered.
"AndsodoI.I’vedreamtinmylifedreamsthathavestayedwithmeeverafter,andchangedmyideas:they’vegonethroughandthroughme,likewinethroughwater,andalteredthecolourofmymind.Andthisisone;I’mgoingtotellit—buttakecarenottosmileatanypartofit."
"Oh!don’t,MissCatherine!"Icried."We’redismalenoughwithoutconjuringupghostsandvisionstoperplexus.Come,come,bemerryandlikeyourself!LookatlittleHareton—he’sdreamingnothingdreary.Howsweetlyhesmilesinhissleep!"
"Yes;andhowsweetlyhisfathercursesinhissolitude!Yourememberhim,Idaresay,whenhewasjustsuchanotherasthatchubbything:nearlyasyoungandinnocent.However,Nelly,Ishallobligeyoutolisten:it’snotlong;andI’venopowertobemerryto-night."
"Iwon’thearit,Iwon’thearit!"Irepeatedhastily.
Iwassuperstitiousaboutdreamsthen,andamstill;andCatherinehadanunusualgloominheraspect,thatmademedreadsomethingfromwhichImightshapeaprophecy,andforeseeafearfulcatastrophe.Shewasvexed,butshedidnotproceed.Apparentlytakingupanothersubject,sherecommencedinashorttime.
