Грозовий перевал
Chapter 17
Josephaffirmshe’ssurehe’sanalteredman:thattheLordhastouchedhisheart,andheissaved‘soasbyfire.’I’mpuzzledtodetectsignsofthefavorablechange:butitisnotmybusiness.
"Yester-eveningIsatinmynookreadingsomeoldbookstilllateontowardstwelve.Itseemedsodismaltogoupstairs,withthewildsnowblowingoutside,andmythoughtscontinuallyrevertingtothekirkyardandthenew-madegrave!Idaredhardlyliftmyeyesfromthepagebeforeme,thatmelancholyscenesoinstantlyusurpeditsplace.Hindleysatopposite,hisheadleantonhishand;perhapsmeditatingonthesamesubject.Hehadceaseddrinkingatapointbelowirrationality,andhadneitherstirrednorspokenduringtwoorthreehours.Therewasnosoundthroughthehousebutthemoaningwind,whichshookthewindowseverynowandthen,thefaintcracklingofthecoals,andtheclickofmysnuffersasIremovedatintervalsthelongwickofthecandle.HaretonandJosephwereprobablyfastasleepinbed.Itwasvery,verysad:andwhileIreadIsighed,foritseemedasifalljoyhadvanishedfromtheworld,nevertoberestored.
"Thedolefulsilencewasbrokenatlengthbythesoundofthekitchenlatch:Heathcliffhadreturnedfromhiswatchearlierthanusual;owing,Isuppose,tothesuddenstorm.Thatentrancewasfastened,andweheardhimcomingroundtogetinbytheother.IrosewithanirrepressibleexpressionofwhatIfeltonmylips,whichinducedmycompanion,whohadbeenstaringtowardsthedoor,toturnandlookatme.
