Грозовий перевал
Chapter 3
PoorHeathcliff!Hindleycallshimavagabond,andwon’tlethimsitwithus,noreatwithusanymore;and,hesays,heandImustnotplaytogether,andthreatenstoturnhimoutofthehouseifwebreakhisorders.Hehasbeenblamingourfather(howdaredhe?)fortreatingH.tooliberally;andheswearshewillreducehimtohisrightplace-"
Ibegantonoddrowsilyoverthedimpage:myeyewanderedfrommanuscripttoprint.Isawaredornamentedtitle—"SeventyTimesSeven,andtheFirstoftheSeventy-First.APiousDiscoursedeliveredbytheReverendJabesBranderham,intheChapelofGimmerdonSough."AndwhileIwas,halfconsciously,worryingmybraintoguesswhatJabesBranderhamwouldmakeofhissubject,Isankbackinbed,andfellasleep.Alas,fortheeffectsofbadteaandbadtemper!Whatelsecoulditbethatmademepasssuchaterriblenight?Idon’trememberanotherthatIcanatallcomparewithitsinceIwascapableofsuffering.
Ibegantodream,almostbeforeIceasedtobesensibleofmylocality.Ithoughtitwasmorning;andIhadsetoutonmywayhome,withJosephforaguide.Thesnowlayyardsdeepinourroad;and,asweflounderedon,mycompanionweariedmewithconstantreproachesthatIhadnotbroughtapilgrim’sstaff:tellingmethatIcouldnevergetintothehousewithoutone,andboastfullyflourishingaheavyheadedcudgel,whichIunderstoodtobesodenominated.ForamomentIconsidereditabsurdthatIshouldneedsuchaweapontogainadmittanceintomyownresidence.Thenanewideaflashedacrossme.
