Грозовий перевал

           Tossingabout,sheincreasedherfeverishbewildermenttomadness,andtorethepillowwithherteeth;thenraisingherselfupallburning,desiredthatIwouldopenthewindow.Wewereinthemiddleofwinter,thewindblewstrongfromthenorth-east,andIobjected.Boththeexpressionsflittingoverherface,andthechangesofhermoods,begantoalarmmeterribly;andbroughttomyrecollectionherformerillness,andthedoctor’sinjunctionthatsheshouldnotbecrossed.Aminutepreviouslyshewasviolent;now,supportedononearm,andnotnoticingmyrefusaltoobeyher,sheseemedtofindchildishdiversioninpullingthefeathersfromtherentsshehadjustmade,andrangingthemonthesheetaccordingtotheirdifferentspecies:hermindhadstrayedtootherassociations.

           "That’saturkey’s,"shemurmuredtoherself;"andthisisawildduck’s;andthisisapigeon’s.Ah,theyputpigeons’feathersinthepillows—nowonderIcouldn’tdie!LetmetakecaretothrowitonthefloorwhenIliedown!Andhereisamoor-cock’s;andthis—Ishouldknowitamongathousand—it’salapwing’s.Bonnybird;wheelingoverourheadsinthemiddleofthemoor.Itwantedtogettoitsnest,forthecloudshadtouchedtheswells,anditfeltraincoming.Thisfeatherwaspickedupfromtheheath,thebirdwasnotshot:wesawitsnestinthewinter,fulloflittleskeletons.Heathcliffsetatrapoverit,andtheoldonesdarenotcome.Imadehimpromisehe’dnevershootalapwingafterthat,andhedidn’t.