Грозовий перевал
Chapter 32
Sheseemedwillingtodoherbest;thoughshethrustthehearth-brushintothegratesinmistakeforthepoker,andmal-appropriatedseveralotherarticlesofhercraft:butIretired,confidinginherenergyforaresting-placeagainstmyreturn.WutheringHeightswasthegoalofmyproposedexcursion.Anafter-thoughtbroughtmeback,whenIhadquittedthecourt.
"AllwellattheHeights?"Ienquiredofthewoman.
"Eea,f’rowteeknew,"sheanswered,skurryingawaywithapanofhotcinders.
IwouldhaveaskedwhyMrs.DeanhaddesertedtheGrange,butitwasimpossibletodelayheratsuchacrisis,soIturnedawayandmademyexit,ramblingleisurelyalongwiththeglowofasinkingsunbehind,andthemildgloryofarisingmooninfront—onefading,andtheotherbrightening—asIquittedthepark,andclimbedthestonybyroadbranchingofftoMr.Heathcliff’sdwelling.BeforeIarrivedinsightofit,allthatremainedofdaywasabeamlessamberlightalongthewest:butIcouldseeeverypebbleonthepath,andeverybladeofgrass,bythatsplendidmoon.Ihadneithertoclimbthegatenortoknock—ityieldedtomyhand.Thatisanimprovement,Ithought.AndInoticedanother,bytheaidofmynostrils;afragranceofstocksandwall-flowerswaftedontheairfromamongstthehomelyfruit-trees.
Bothdoorsandlatticeswereopen;andyet,asisusuallythecaseinacoaldistrict,afine,redfireilluminedthechimney:thecomfortwhichtheeyesderivesfromitrenderstheextraheatendurable.
