Грозовий перевал
Chapter 2
"Hareton,drivethosedozensheepintothebarnporch.They’llbecoveredifleftinthefoldallnight:andputaplankbeforethem,"saidHeathcliff.
"HowmustIdo?"Icontinued,withrisingirritation.
Therewasnoreplytomyquestion;andonlookingroundIsawonlyJosephbringinginapailofporridgeforthedogs,andMrs.Heathcliffleaningoverthefire,divertingherselfwithburningabundleofmatcheswhichhadfallenfromthechimney-pieceassherestoredtheteacanistertoitsplace.Theformer,whenhehaddepositedhisburden,tookacriticalsurveyoftheroom,andincrackedtones,gratedout:
"Awwonderhowyahcanfaishiontostandtheari’idlenessunwar,whenallonem’sgoanout!Budyah’reanowt,andit’snousetalking—yah’llnivermendo’yerillways,butgoaraighttot’devil,likeyermotheraforeye!"
Iimagined,foramoment,thatthispieceofeloquencewasaddressedtome;and,sufficientlyenraged,steppedtowardstheagedrascalwithanintentionofkickinghimoutofthedoor.Mrs.Heathcliff,however,checkedmebyheranswer.
"Youscandalousoldhypocrite!"shereplied."Areyounotafraidofbeingcarriedawaybodily,wheneveryoumentionthedevil’sname?Iwarnyoutorefrainfromprovokingme,orI’llaskyourabductionasaspecialfavour.Stop!lookhere,Joseph,"shecontinued,takingalong,darkbookfromashelf;"I’llshowyouhowfarI’veprogressedintheBlackArt:Ishallsoonbecompetenttomakeaclearhouseofit.Theredcowdidn’tdiebychance;andyourrheumatismcanhardlybereckonedamongprovidentialvisitations!"
