Грозовий перевал
Chapter 16
WhenIfirstlookedintohisface,Iperceivedthathehadgotintelligenceofthecatastrophe;andafoolishnotionstruckmethathisheartwasquelledandheprayed,becausehislipsmovedandhisgazewasbentontheground.
"Yes,she’sdead!"Ianswered,checkingmysobsanddryingmycheeks."Gonetoheaven,Ihope;wherewemay,everyone,joinher,ifwetakeduewarningandleaveourevilwaystofollowgood!"
"Didshetakeduewarning,then?"askedHeathcliff,attemptingasneer."Didshedielikeasaint?Come,givemeatruehistoryoftheevent.Howdid-"
Heendeavoredtopronouncethename,butcouldnotmanageit;andcompressinghismouthheheldasilentcombatwithhisinwardagony,defying,meanwhile,mysympathywithanunflinchingferociousstare."Howdidshedie?"heresumedatlast—fain,notwithstandinghishardihood,tohaveasupportbehindhim;for,afterthestruggle,hetrembled,inspiteofhimself,tohisveryfinger-ends.
"Poorwretch!"Ithought;"youhaveaheartandnervesthesameasyourbrothermen!Whyshouldyoubeanxioustoconcealthem?YourpridecannotblindGod!YoutemptHimtowringthem,tillHeforcesacryofhumiliation."
"Quietlyasalamb!"Iansweredaloud.
