Грозовий перевал
Chapter 13
"Whoareyou?"
"MynamewasIsabellaLinton,"Ireplied."You’veseenmebefore,sir.I’mlatelymarriedtoMr.Heathcliff,andhehasbroughtmehere—Isupposebyyourpermission."
"Ishecomeback,then?"askedthehermit,glaringlikeahungrywolf.
"Yes—wecamejustnow,"Isaid;"butheleftmebythekitchendoor;andwhenIwouldhavegonein,yourlittleboyplayedsentinelovertheplace,andfrightenedmeoffbythehelpofabull-dog."
"It’swellthehellishvillainhaskepthisword!"growledmyfuturehost,searchingthedarknessbeyondmeinexpectationofdiscoveringHeathcliff;andthenheindulgedinasoliloquyofexecrations,andthreatsofwhathewouldhavedonehadthe"fiend"deceivedhim.
Irepentedhavingtriedthissecondentrance,andwasalmostinclinedtoslipawaybeforehefinishedcursing,butereIcouldexecutethatintention,heorderedmein,andshutandre-fastenedthedoor.Therewasagreatfire,andthatwasallthelightinthehugeapartment,whosefloorhadgrownauniformgrey;andtheoncebrilliantpewterdishes,whichusedtoattractmygazewhenIwasagirl,partookofasimilarobscurity,createdbytarnishanddust.IenquiredwhetherImightcallthemaid,andbeconductedtoabed-room?Mr.Earnshawvouchsafednoanswer.Hewalkedupanddown,withhishandsinhispockets,apparentlyquiteforgettingmypresence;andhisabstractionwasevidentlysodeep,andhiswholeaspectsomisanthropical,thatIshrankfromdisturbinghimagain.
