Грозовий перевал
Chapter 12
"Look!"shecriedeagerly,"that’smyroomwiththecandleinit,andthetreesswayingbeforeit:andtheothercandleisinJoseph’sgarret.Josephsitsuplate,doesn’the?He’swaitingtillIcomehomethathemaylockthegate.Well,he’llwaitawhileyet.It’saroughjourney,andasadhearttotravelit;andwemustpassbyGimmertonKirk,togothatjourney!We’vebraveditsghostsoftentogether,anddaredeachothertostandamongthegravesandaskthemtocome.But,Heathcliff,ifIdareyounow,willyouventure?Ifyoudo,I’llkeepyou.I’llnotlietherebymyself:theymayburymetwelvefeetdeep,andthrowthechurchdownoverme,butIwon’tresttillyouarewithme.Ineverwill!"
Shepaused,andresumedwithastrangesmile."He’sconsidering—he’dratherI’dcometohim!Findaway,then!notthroughthatkirkyard.Youareslow!Becontent,youalwaysfollowedme!"
Perceivingitvaintoargueagainstherinsanity,IwasplanninghowIcouldreachsomethingtowrapabouther,withoutquittingmyholdofherself,forIcouldnottrustheralonebythegapinglattice),when,tomyconsternation,Iheardtherattleofthedoor-handle,andMr.Lintonentered.Hehadonlythencomefromthelibrary;and,inpassingthroughthelobby,hadnoticedourtalkingandbeenattractedbycuriosity,orfear,toexaminewhatitsignified,atthatlatehour.
"Oh,sir!"Icried,checkingtheexclamationrisentohislipsatthesightwhichmethim,andthebleakatmosphereofthechamber.
