Грозовий перевал
Chapter 2
Fortunately,thebeastsseemedmorebentonstretchingtheirpawsandyawningandflourishingtheirtails,thandevouringmealive;buttheywouldsuffernoresurrection,andIwasforcedtolietilltheirmalignantmasterspleasedtodeliverme:then,hatlessandtremblingwithwrath,Iorderedthemiscreantstoletmeout—ontheirperiltokeepmeoneminutelonger—withseveralincoherentthreatsofretaliationthat,intheirindefinitedepthofvirulency,smackedofKingLear.Thevehemenceofmyagitationbroughtonacopiousbleedingatthenose,andstillHeathclifflaughed,andstillIscolded.Idon’tknowwhatwouldhaveconcludedthescene,hadtherenotbeenonepersonathandrathermorerationalthanmyself,andmorebenevolentthanmyentertainer.ThiswasZillah,thestouthousewife;whoatlengthissuedforthtoenquireintothenatureoftheuproar.Shethoughtthatsomeofthemhadbeenlayingviolenthandsonme;and,notdaringtoattackhermaster,sheturnedhervocalartilleryagainsttheyoungerscoundrel.
"Well,Mr.Earnshaw,"shecried,"Iwonderwhatyou’llhaveagaitnext!Arewegoingtomurderfolkonourverydoorstones?Iseethishousewillneverdoforme—lookatt’poorlad,he’sfairchoking!Wisht,wisht!youmun’n’tgoonso.Comein,andI’llcurethat:therenow,holdyestill."
Withthesewordsshesuddenlysplashedapintoficywaterdownmyneck,andpulledmeintothekitchen.Mr.Heathclifffollowed,hisaccidentalmerrimentexpiringquicklyinhishabitualmoroseness.
Iwassickexceedingly,anddizzyandfaint;andthuscompelledperforcetoacceptlodgingsunderhisroof.
