Грозовий перевал
Chapter 4
Onefinesummermorning—itwasthebeginningofharvest,Iremember—Mr.Earnshaw,theoldmaster,camedownstairs,dressedforajourney;andafterhehadtoldJosephwhatwastobedoneduringtheday,heturnedtoHindley,andCathy,andme—forIsateatingmyporridgewiththem—andhesaid,speakingtohisson,"Nowmybonnyman,I’mgoingtoLiverpooltoday,whatshallIbringyou?Youmaychoosewhatyoulike:onlyletitbelittle,forIshallwalkthereandback:sixtymileseachway,thatisalongspell!"Hindleynamedafiddle,andthenheaskedMissCathy;shewashardlysixyearsold,butshecouldrideanyhorseinthestable,andshechoseawhip.Hedidnotforgetme;forhehadakindheart,thoughhewasratherseveresometimes.Hepromisedtobringmeapocketfulofapplesandpears,andthenhekissedhischildren,saidgood-bye,andsetoff.
Itseemedalongwhiletousall—thethreedaysofhisabsence—andoftendidlittleCathyaskwhenhewouldbehome.Mrs.Earnshawexpectedhimbysupper-timeonthethirdevening,andsheputthemealoffhourafterhour;therewerenosignsofhiscoming,however,andatlastthechildrengottiredofrunningdowntothegatetolook.Thenitgrewdark;shewouldhavehadthemtobed,buttheybeggedsadlytobeallowedtostayup;and,justabouteleveno’clock,thedoorlatchwasraisedquietlyandinsteppedthemaster.Hethrewhimselfintoachair,laughingandgroaning,andbidthemallstandoff,forhewasnearlykilled—hewouldnothavesuchanotherwalkforthethreekingdoms.
"Andattheendofit,tobeflightedtodeath!"hesaid,openinghisgreat-coat,whichheheldbundledupinhisarms."Seehere,wife!Iwasneversobeatenwithanythinginmylife:butyoumuste’entakeitasagiftofGod;thoughit’sasdarkalmostasifitcamefromthedevil."
