Грозовий перевал
Chapter 6
Thehouseholdwenttobed;andI,tooanxioustoliedown,openedmylatticeandputmyheadouttohearken,thoughitrained:determinedtoadmittheminspiteoftheprohibition,shouldtheyreturn.Inawhile,Idistinguishedstepscominguptheroad,andthelightofalanternglimmeredthroughthegate.IthrewashawlovermyheadandrantopreventthemfromwakingMr.Earnshawbyknocking.TherewasHeathcliffbyhimself:itgavemeastarttoseehimalone.
"WhereisMissCatherine?"Icriedhurriedly."Noaccident,Ihope?""AtThrushcrossGrange,"heanswered;"andIwouldhavebeentheretoo,buttheyhadnotthemannerstoaskmetostay.""Well,youwillcatchit!"Isaid:"you’llneverbecontenttillyou’resentaboutyourbusiness.WhatintheworldledyouwanderingtoThrushcrossGrange?""Letmegetoffmywetclothes,andI’lltellyouallaboutit,Nelly,"hereplied.Ibidhimbewareofrousingthemaster,andwhileheundressedandIwaitedtoputoutthecandle,hecontinued—"CathyandIescapedfromthewash-housetohavearambleatliberty,andgettingaglimpseoftheGrangelights,wethoughtwewouldjustgoandseewhethertheLintonspassedtheirSundayeveningsstandingshiveringincorners,whiletheirfatherandmothersateatinganddrinking,andsingingandlaughing,andburningtheireyesoutbeforethefire.
