Грозовий перевал
Chapter 3
Icouldnotbeartheemployment.Itookmydingyvolumebythescroop,andhurleditintothedog-kennel,vowingIhatedagoodbook.Heathcliffkickedhistothesameplace.Thentherewasahubbub!
"’MaisterHindley!’shoutedourchaplain.‘Maister,coomhither!MissCathy’sriventh’backoff"Th’Helmeto’Salvation,"un’Heathcliff’spawsedhisfitintot’firstparto’"T’BrooadWaytoDestruction!"It’sfairflaysomethatyelet‘emgoonthisgait.Ech!th’owdmanwadha’laced‘emproperly—buthe’sgoan!’
"Hindleyhurriedupfromhisparadiseonthehearth,andseizingoneofusbythecollar,andtheotherbythearm,hurledbothintothebackkitchen;where,Josephasseverated,‘owdNick’wouldfetchusassureaswewereliving:and,socomforted,weeachsoughtaseparatenooktoawaithisadvent.Ireachedthisbook,andapotofinkfromashelf,andpushedthehousedoorajartogivemelight,andIhavegotthetimeonwithwritingfortwentyminutes;butmycompanionisimpatient,andproposesthatweshouldappropriatethedairywoman’scloak,andhaveascamperonthemoors,underitsshelter.Apleasantsuggestion—andthen,ifthesurlyoldmancomein,hemaybelievehisprophecyverified—wecannotbedamper,orcolder,intherainthanwearehere."
IsupposeCatherinefulfilledherproject,forthenextsentencetookupanothersubject;shewaxedlachrymose.
"HowlittledidIdreamthatHindleywouldevermakemecryso!"shewrote."Myheadaches,tillIcannotkeepitonthepillow;andstillIcan’tgiveover.
