Грозовий перевал
Chapter 17
Theworldissurelynotworthlivinginnow,isit?YouhaddistinctlyimpressedonmetheideathatCatherinewasthewholejoyofyourlife:Ican’timaginehowyouthinkofsurvivingherloss.’
"’He’sthere,ishe?’exclaimedmycompanion,rushingtothegap.‘IfIcangetmyarmoutIcanhithim!’
"I’mafraid,Ellen,you’llsetmedownasreallywicked;butyoudon’tknowall,sodon’tjudge.Iwouldn’thaveaidedorabettedanattemptonevenhislifeforanything.Wishthatheweredead,Imust;andthereforeIwasfearfullydisappointed,andunnervedbyterrorfortheconsequencesofmytauntingspeech,whenheflunghimselfonEarnshaw’sweaponandwrencheditfromhisgrasp.
"’Thechargeexploded,andtheknife,inspringingback,closedintoitsowner’swrist.Heathcliffpulleditawaybymainforce,slittingupthefleshasitpassedon,andthrustitdrippingintohispocket.Hethentookastone,struckdownthedivisionbetweentwowindows,andsprangin.Hisadversaryhadfallensenselesswithexcessivepainandtheflowofbloodthatgushedfromanarteryoralargevein.Theruffiankickedandtrampledonhim,anddashedhisheadrepeatedlyagainsttheflags,holdingmewithonehand,meantime,topreventmesummoningJoseph.Heexertedpreterhumanself-denialinabstainingfromfinishinghimcompletely;butgettingoutofbreathhefinallydesisted,anddraggedtheapparentlyinanimatebodyontothesettle.
