Грозовий перевал
Chapter 32
ItsuitedCatherinetohavehimthere:atanyrate,itmadeherhateherroomupstairsmorethanever:andshewouldcompelmetofindoutbusinessbelow,thatshemightaccompanyme.
OnEasterMonday,JosephwenttoGimmertonfairwithsomecattle;and,intheafternoon,Iwasbusygettinguplineninthekitchen.Earnshawsat,moroseasusual,atthechimney-corner,andmylittlemistresswasbeguilinganidlehourwithdrawingpicturesonthewindowpanes;varyingheramusementbysmotheredburstsofsongsandwhisperedejaculations,andquickglancesofannoyanceandimpatienceinthedirectionofhercousin,whosteadfastlysmoked,andlookedintothegrate.AtanoticethatIcoulddowithhernolongerinterceptingmylight,sheremovedtothehearthstone.Ibestowedlittleattentiononherproceedings,but,presently,Iheardherbegin:
"I’vefoundout,Hareton,thatIwant—thatI’mglad—thatIshouldlikeyoutobemycousinnow,ifyouhadnotgrownsocrosstome,andsorough."
Haretonreturnednoanswer.
"Hareton,Hareton,Hareton!doyouhear?"shecontinued.
"Getoffwi’ye!"hegrowled,withuncompromisinggruffness.
"Letmetakethatpipe,"shesaid,cautiouslyadvancingherhandandabstractingitfromhismouth.
Beforehecouldattempttorecoverit,itwasbrokenandbehindthefire.Hesworeatherandseizedanother.
"Stop,"shecried,"youmustlistentomefirst;andIcan’tspeakwhilethosecloudsarefloatinginmyface."
