Грозовий перевал
Chapter 3
Iblushedatmyinconsideration;but,withoutshowingfurtherconsciousnessoftheoffence,Ihastenedtoadd—"Thetruthis,sir,Ipassedthefirstpartofthenightin"—HereIstoppedafresh—Iwasabouttosay"perusingthoseoldvolumes,"thenitwouldhaverevealedmyknowledgeoftheirwritten,aswellastheirprintedcontents:so,correctingmyself,Iwenton,"inspellingoverthenamescratchedonthatwindowledge.Amonotonousoccupation,calculatedtosetmeasleep,likecounting,or-"
"Whatcanyoumeanbytalkinginthiswaytome?"thunderedHeathcliffwithsavagevehemence."How—howdareyou,undermyroof?—God!he’smadtospeakso!"Andhestruckhisforeheadwithrage.
Ididnotknowwhethertoresentthislanguageorpursuemyexplanation;butheseemedsopowerfullyaffectedthatItookpityandproceededwithmydreams;affirmingIhadneverheardtheappellationof"CatherineLinton"before,butreadingitoftenoverproducedanimpressionwhichpersonifieditselfwhenIhadnolongermyimaginationundercontrol.Heathcliffgraduallyfellbackintotheshelterofthebed,asIspoke;finallysittingdownalmostconcealedbehindit.Iguessed,however,byhisirregularandinterceptedbreathing,thathestruggledtovanquishanexcessofviolentemotion.NotlikingtoshowhimthatIhadheardtheconflict,Icontinuedmytoiletterathernoisily,lookedatmywatch,andsoliloquisedonthelengthofthenight:"Notthreeo’clockyet!Icouldhavetakenoathithadbeensix.Timestagnateshere:wemustsurelyhaveretiredtorestateight!"
"Alwaysatnineinwinter,andriseatfour,"saidmyhost,suppressingagroan:and,asIfanciedbythemotionofhisarm’sshadow,dashingatearfromhiseyes.
