Грозовий перевал
Chapter 7
Cathy,catchingaglimpseofherfriendinhisconcealment,flewtoembracehim;shebestowedsevenoreightkissesonhischeekwithinthesecond,andthenstopped,anddrawingback,burstintoalaugh,exclaiming,"Why,howveryblackandcrossyoulook!andhow—howfunnyandgrim!Butthat’sbecauseI’musedtoEdgarandIsabellaLinton.Well,Heathcliff,haveyouforgottenme?"
Shehadsomereasontoputthequestion,forshameandpridethrewdoublegloomoverhiscountenance,andkepthimimmovable.
"Shakehands,Heathcliff,"saidMr.Earnshaw,condescendingly;"onceinaway,thatispermitted."
"Ishallnot,"repliedtheboy,findinghistongueatlast;"Ishallnotstandtobelaughedat.Ishallnotbearit!"
Andhewouldhavebrokenfromthecircle,butMissCathyseizedhimagain.
"Ididnotmeantolaughatyou,"shesaid;"Icouldnothindermyself:Heathcliff,shakehandsatleast!Whatareyousulkyfor?Itwasonlythatyoulookedodd.Ifyouwashyourfaceandbrushyourhair,itwillbeallright;butyouaresodirty!"
Shegazedconcernedlyattheduskyfingerssheheldinherown,andalsoatherdress;whichshefearedhadgainednoembellishmentfromitscontactwithhis.
"Youneedn’thavetouchedme!"heanswered,followinghereyeandsnatchingawayhishand."IshallbeasdirtyasIplease:andIliketobedirty,andIwillbedirty."
