Грозовий перевал
Chapter 3
Henoticedthis,andthrustataninnerdoorwiththeendofhisspade,intimatingbyaninarticulatesoundthattherewastheplacewhereImustgo,ifIchangedmylocality.
Itopenedintothehouse,wherethefemaleswerealreadyastir.Zillahurgingflakesofflameupthechimneywithacolossalbellows;andMrs.Heathcliff,kneelingonthehearthreadingabookbytheaidoftheblaze.Sheheldherhandinterposedbetweenthefurnace-heatandhereyes,andseemedabsorbedinheroccupation;desistingfromitonlytochidetheservantforcoveringherwithsparks,ortopushawayadog,nowandthen,thatsnoozleditsnoseoverforwardlyintoherface.IwassurprisedtoseeHeathclifftherealso.Hestoodbythefire,hisbacktowardsme,justfinishingastormyscenetopoorZillah;whoeverandanoninterruptedherlabourtopluckupthecornerofherapron,andheaveanindignantgroan.
"Andyou,youworthless"—hebrokeout,asIentered,turningtohisdaughter-in-law,andemployinganepithetasharmlessasduck,orsheep,butgenerallyrepresentedbyadash-."Thereyouare,atyouridletricksagain!Therestofthemdoearntheirbread—youliveonmycharity!putyourtrashaway,andfindsomethingtodo.Youshallpaymefortheplagueofhavingyoueternallyinmysight—doyouhear,damnablejade?"
"I’llputmytrashaway,becauseyoucanmakeme,ifIrefuse,"answeredtheyounglady,closingherbook,andthrowingitonachair."ButI’llnotdoanything,thoughyoushouldswearyourtongueout,exceptwhatIplease!"
Heathcliffliftedhishand,andthespeakersprangtoasaferdistance,obviouslyacquaintedwithitsweight.
