Грозовий перевал
Chapter 6
GiveSkulkersomewater,Jenny.Tobeardamagistrateinhisstronghold,andontheSabbath,too!Wherewilltheirinsolencestop?Oh,mydearMary,lookhere!Don’tbeafraid,itisbutaboy—yetthevillainscowlssoplainlyinhisface;woulditnotbeakindnesstothecountrytohanghimatonce,beforeheshowshisnatureinactsaswellasfeatures?’Hepulledmeunderthechandelier,andMrs.Lintonplacedherspectaclesonhernoseandraisedherhandsinhorror.Thecowardlychildrencreptneareralso,Isabellalisping—‘Frightfulthing!puthiminthecellar,papa.He’sexactlylikethesonofthefortune-tellerthatstolemytamepheasant.Isn’the,Edgar?’
"Whiletheyexaminedme,Cathycameround;sheheardthelastspeech,andlaughed.EdgarLinton,afteraninquisitivestare,collectedsufficientwittorecogniseher.Theyseeusatchurch,youknow,thoughweseldommeetthemelsewhere.‘That’sMissEarnshaw!’hewhisperedtohismother,‘andlookhowSkulkerhasbittenher—howherfootbleeds!’
"’MissEarnshaw?Nonsense!’criedthedame;‘MissEarnshawscouringthecountrywithagypsy!Andyet,mydear,thechildisinmourning—surelyitis—andshemaybemaimedforlife!’
"’Whatculpablecarelessnessinherbrother!’exclaimedMr.Linton,turningfrommetoCatherine.‘I’veunderstoodfromShielders’(thatwasthecurate,sir)thatheletshergrowupinabsoluteheathenism.
