Грозовий перевал
Chapter 12
YoumayfancyaglimpseoftheabysswhereIgrovelled!Shakeyourheadasyouwill,Nelly,youhavehelpedtounsettleme!YoushouldhavespokentoEdgar,indeedyoushould,andcompelledhimtoleavemequiet!Oh,I’mburning!IwishIwereoutofdoors!IwishIwereagirlagain,halfsavageandhardy,andfree;andlaughingatinjuries,notmaddeningunderthem!WhyamIsochanged?whydoesmybloodrushintoahelloftumultatafewwords?I’msureIshouldbemyselfwereIonceamongtheheatheronthosehills.Openthewindowagainwide:fastenitopen!Quick,whydon’tyoumove?"
"BecauseIwon’tgiveyouyourdeathofcold,"Ianswered.
"Youwon’tgivemeachanceoflife,youmean,"shesaidsullenly."However,I’mnothelpless,yet:I’llopenitmyself."
AndslidingfromthebedbeforeIcouldhinderher,shecrossedtheroom,walkingveryuncertainly,threwitback,andbentout,carelessofthefrostyairthatcutabouthershouldersaskeenasaknife.Ientreated,andfinallyattemptedtoforcehertoretire.ButIsoonfoundherdeliriousstrengthmuchsurpassedmine(shewasdelirious,Ibecameconvincedbyhersubsequentactionsandravings).Therewasnomoon,andeverythingbeneathlayinmistydarkness:notalightgleamedfromanyhouse,farornear—allhadbeenextinguishedlongago;andthoseatWutheringHeightswerenevervisible—stillsheassertedshecaughttheirshining.
