Грозовий перевал
Chapter 17
Peoplefeelwiththeirhearts,Ellen:andsincehehasdestroyedmine,Ihavenotpowertofeelforhim:andIwouldnot,thoughhegroanedfromthistohisdyingday,andwepttearsofbloodforCatherine.No,indeed,indeed,Iwouldn’t."AndhereIsabellabegantocry;but,immediatelydashingthewaterfromherlashes,sherecommenced."Youasked,whathasdrivenmetoflightatlast?Iwascompelledtoattemptit,becauseIhadsucceededinrousinghisrageapitchabovehismalignity.Pullingoutthenerveswithred-hotpincersrequiresmorecoolnessthanknockingonthehead.Hewasworkeduptoforgetthefiendishprudenceheboastedof,andproceededtomurderousviolence.Iexperiencedpleasureinbeingabletoexasperatehim;thesenseofpleasurewokemyinstinctofself-preservation,soIfairlybrokefree;andifeverIcomeintohishandsagainheiswelcometoasignalrevenge.
"Yesterday,youknow,Mr.Earnshawshouldhavebeenatthefuneral.Hekepthimselfsoberforthepurpose—tolerablysober;notgoingtobedmadatsixo’clockandgettingupdrunkattwelve.Consequentlyherose,insuicidallowspirits,asfitforthechurchasforadance;andinstead,hesatdownbythefireandswallowedginorbrandybytumblerfuls.
"Heathcliff—Ishuddertonamehim!hasbeenastrangerinthehousefromlastSundaytillto-day.Whethertheangelshavefedhim,orhiskinbeneath,Icannottell;buthehasnoteatenamealwithusfornearlyaweek.
