Грозовий перевал
Chapter 17
InmyflightthroughthekitchenIbidJosephspeedtohismaster;IknockedoverHareton,whowashangingalitterofpuppiesfromachair-backinthedoorway;and,blestasasoulescapedfrompurgatory,Ibounded,leaped,andflewdownthesteeproad;then,quittingitswindings,shotdirectacrossthemoor,rollingoverbanks,andwadingthroughmarshes:precipitatingmyself,infact,towardsthebeaconlightoftheGrange.AndfarratherwouldIbecondemnedtoaperpetualdwellingintheinfernalregions,than,evenforonenight,abidebeneaththeroofofWutheringHeightsagain."
Isabellaceasedspeaking,andtookadrinkoftea;thensherose,andbiddingmeputonherbonnet,andagreatshawlIhadbrought,andturningadeafeartomyentreatiesforhertoremainanotherhour,shesteppedontoachair,kissedEdgar’sandCatherine’sportraits,bestowedasimilarsaluteonme,anddescendedtothecarriage,accompaniedbyFanny,whoyelpedwildwithjoyatrecoveringhermistress.Shewasdrivenaway,nevertorevisitthisneighbourhood:butaregularcorrespondencewasestablishedbetweenherandmymasterwhenthingsweremoresettled.Ibelievehernewabodewasinthesouth,nearLondon;thereshehadasonborn,afewmonthssubsequenttoherescape.HewaschristenedLinton,and,fromthefirst,shereportedhimtobeanailing,peevishcreature.
Mr.Heathcliff,meetingmeonedayinthevillage,enquiredwhereshelived.Irefusedtotell.
