Грозовой перевал / Wuthering Heights

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This reply seemed to make her even angrier, and she flung the teaspoon back into the canister and slumped into her chair, her lower lip pushed out, ready to cry.

All this time, the young man was standing in front of the fire, glaring at me as if I were his deadly enemy. I had thought at first that he must be a servant, but now I began to wonder – he seemed so proud, and made no effort at all to look after the lady of the house. I decided it would be best to ignore him, and after five minutes of awkward silence I was greatly relieved when Heathcliff arrived.

«You see sir, I have come to visit you again,» I announced cheerfully, «but I’ll need to stay for another half an hour until the snow has died down again[4 - until the snow has died down again – пока снег не прекратится].»

«Half an hour?» said Heathcliff, shaking the snowflakes from his clothes. «I can tell you there’s no chance of this snow stopping now. Whatever made you come out in weather like this?»

В«Well perhaps one of your servants could guide me back across the moors? Could you spare me one for the night?В»

В«No, I could not.

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Then Heathcliff turned to the young lady, В«Are you going to make the tea?В» he demanded.

В«Is he having any?В» she asked in disgust.

В«Just get it ready,В» was all he said, in a voice so savage I drew back in shock. Was this the man I wanted to have as my friend?

As soon as the tea was ready, the four of us sat down to eat.

I decided it was up to me to put everyone in a better mood[5 - to put everyone in a better mood – приподнять всем настроение].

«It’s strange,» I began, «how different people are. Some folks would feel very lonely up here, cut off from the rest of the world. But I’m sure, Mr. Heathcliff, you are perfectly happy, with your charming lady by your side…»

«My charming lady!» he interrupted, with a sneer on his face. «Where is she – my charming lady?»

В«Mrs.

Heathcliff, your wife, I mean.В»

«Oh – my wife! So you reckon she’s become an angel and hovers around us here, even though she’s dead and buried? Is that what you mean, sir?»

I realized I had made a terrible mistake. But then a new thought struck me – the rough young man who was sitting beside me must be Heathcliff’s son and the lady’s husband.

В«Mrs. Heathcliff is my daughter-in-law,В» said Heathcliff, confirming my guess.