Грозовий перевал
Chapter 9
Kennethsayshewouldwagerhismare,thathe’lloutliveanymanonthissideGimmerton,andgotothegraveahoarysinner;unlesssomehappychanceoutofthecommoncoursebefallhim."
Iwentintothekitchen,andsatdowntolullmylittlelambtosleep.Heathcliff,asIthought,walkedthroughtothebarn.Itturnedoutafterwardsthatheonlygotasfarastheothersidethesettle,whenheflunghimselfonabenchbythewall,removedfromthefire,andremainedsilent.
IwasrockingHaretononmyknee,andhummingasongthatbegan:
Itwasfarinthenight,andthebairniesgrat,
Themitherbeneaththemoolsheardthat—
whenMissCathy,whohadlistenedtothehubbubfromherroom,putherheadin,andwhispered:"Areyoualone,Nelly?"
"Yes,miss,"Ireplied.
Sheenteredandapproachedthehearth.I,supposingshewasgoingtosaysomething,lookedup.Theexpressionofherfaceseemeddisturbedandanxious.Herlipswerehalfasunder,asifshemeanttospeak,andshedrewabreath;butitescapedinasighinsteadofasentence.Iresumedmysong;nothavingforgottenherrecentbehaviour.
"Where’sHeathcliff?"shesaid,interruptingme.
"Abouthisworkinthestable,"wasmyanswer.
Hedidnotcontradictme;perhapshehadfallenintoadoze.Therefollowedanotherlongpause,duringwhichIperceivedadroportwotricklefromCatherine’scheektotheflags.Isshesorryforhershamefulconduct?Iaskedmyself.
