Грозовий перевал
Chapter 9
Bud,Icanlookfornortherhorsenurmanofaneeghtloikethis—asblackast’chimbley!undHeathcliff’snoant’chaptocoomatmywhistle—happenhe’llbeleshardo’hearingwi’ye!"
Itwasaverydarkeveningforsummer:thecloudsappearedinclinedtothunder,andIsaidwehadbetterallsitdown;theapproachingrainwouldbecertaintobringhimhomewithoutfurthertrouble.However,Catherinewouldnotbepersuadedintotranquillity.Shekeptwanderingtoandfro,fromthegatetothedoor,inastateofagitationwhichpermittednorepose;andatlengthtookupapermanentsituationononesideofthewall,neartheroad:where,heedlessofmyexpostulationsandthegrowlingthunder,andthegreatdropsthatbegantosplasharoundher,sheremained,callingatintervals,andthenlistening,andthencryingoutright.ShebeatHareton,oranychild,atagoodpassionatefitofcrying.
Aboutmidnight,whilewestillsatup,thestormcamerattlingovertheHeightsinfullfury.Therewasaviolentwind,aswellasthunder,andeitheroneortheothersplitatreeoffatthecornerofthebuilding:ahugeboughfellacrosstheroof,andknockeddownaportionoftheeastchimney-stack,sendingaclatterofstonesandsootintothekitchenfire.Wethoughtabolthadfalleninthemiddleofus;andJosephswungontohiskneesbeseechingtheLordtorememberthepatriarchsNoahandLot,and,asinformertimes,sparetherighteous,thoughHesmotetheungodly.Ifeltsomesentimentthatitmustbeajudgmentonusalso.
