Грозовий перевал
Chapter 34
Thefirehadsmoulderedtoashes;theroomwasfilledwiththedamp,mildairofthecloudyevening;andsostill,thatnotonlythemurmurofthebeckdownGimmertonwasdistinguishable,butitsripplesanditsgurglingoverthepebbles,orthroughthelargestoneswhichitcouldnotcover.Iutteredanejaculationofdiscontentatseeingthedismalgrate,andcommencedshuttingthecasements,oneafteranother,tillIcametohis.
"MustIclosethis?"Iasked,inordertorousehim;forhewouldnotstir.
ThelightflashedonhisfeaturesasIspoke.Oh,Mr.Lockwood,IcannotexpresswhataterriblestartIgotbythemomentaryview!Thosedeepblackeyes!Thatsmile,andghastlypaleness!Itappearedtome,notMr.Heathcliff,butagoblin;and,inmyterror,Iletthecandlebendtowardsthewall,anditleftmeindarkness.
"Yes,closeit,"hereplied,inhisfamiliarvoice."There,thatispureawkwardness!Whydidyouholdthecandlehorizontally?Bequick,andbringanother."
Ihurriedoutinafoolishstateofdread,andsaidtoJoseph:
"Themasterwishesyoutotakehimalightandrekindlethefire."ForIdarednotgoinmyselfagainjustthen.
Josephrattledsomefireintotheshovel,andwent;buthebroughtitbackimmediately,withthesupper-trayinhisotherhand,explainingthatMr.Heathcliffwasgoingtobed,andhewantednothingtoeattillmorning.
