Грозовий перевал
Chapter 11
Ibroughtaglassfull;andasshewouldnotdrink,Isprinkleditonherface.Inafewsecondsshestretchedherselfoutstiff,andturneduphereyes,whilehercheeks,atonceblanchedandlivid,assumedtheaspectofdeath,Lintonlookedterrified.
"Thereisnothingintheworldthematter,"Iwhispered.Ididnotwanthimtoyield,thoughIcouldnothelpbeingafraidinmyheart.
"Shehasbloodonherlips!"hesaid,shuddering.
"Nevermind!"Iansweredtartly.AndItoldhimhowshehadresolved,previoustohiscoming,onexhibitingafitoffrenzy,Iincautiouslygavetheaccountaloud.andsheheardme;forshestartedup—herhairflyingoverhershoulders,hereyesflashing,themusclesofherneckandarmsstandingoutpreternaturally.Imadeupmymindforbrokenbones,atleast;butsheonlyglaredaboutherforaninstant,andthenrushedfromtheroom.Themasterdirectedmetofollow;Idid,toherchamberdoor:shehinderedmefromgoingfurtherbysecuringitagainstme.
Assheneverofferedtodescendtobreakfastnextmorning,Iwenttoaskwhethershewouldhavesomecarriedup."No!"sherepliedperemptorily.Thesamequestionwasrepeatedatdinnerandtea;andagainonthemorrowafter,andreceivedthesameanswer.Mr.Linton,onhispart,spenthistimeinthelibrary,anddidnotenquireconcerninghiswife’soccupations
