Грозовий перевал
Chapter 32
Inwinternothingmoredreary,insummernothingmoredivine,thanthoseglensshutinbyhills,andthosebluff,boldswellsofheath.
IreachedtheGrangebeforesunset,andknockedforadmittance;butthefamilyhadretreatedintothebackpremises,Ijudged,byonethin,bluewreathcurlingfromthekitchenchimney,andtheydidnothear.Irodeintothecourt.Undertheporch,agirlofnineortensatknitting,andanoldwomanreclinedonthehousesteps,smokingameditativepipe.
"IsMrs.Deanwithin?"Idemandedofthedame.
"MistressDean?Nay!"sheanswered,"shoodoesn’tbidehere:Shoo’supatth’Heights."
"Areyouthehousekeeper,then?"Icontinued.
"Eea,awkeepth’house,"shereplied.
"Well,I’mMr.Lockwood,themaster.Arethereanyroomstolodgemein,Iwonder?Iwishtostayallnight."
"T’maister!"shecriedinastonishment."Whet,whoiverknewyahwurcoming?Yahsudha’sendword.They’snowtnortherdrynormensfulabahtt’place:nowtthereisn’t!"
Shethrewdownherpipeandbustledin,thegirlfollowed,andIenteredtoo;soonperceivingthatherreportwastrue,and,moreover,thatIhadalmostupsetherwitsbymyunwelcomeapparition,Ibadeherbecomposed.Iwouldgooutforawalk;and,meantime,shemusttrytoprepareacornerofasitting-roomformetosupin,andabedroomtosleepin.Nosweepinganddusting,onlygoodfireanddrysheetswerenecessary.
