Грозовой перевал / Wuthering Heights

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�I hope it will be a lesson to you to make no more rash journeys on these hills,’ cried Heathcliff’s stern voice from the kitchen entrance. �As to staying here, I don’t keep accommodations for visitors: you must share a bed with Hareton or Joseph, if you do.’

�I can sleep on a chair in this room,’ I replied.

�No, no! A stranger is a stranger, be he rich or poor: it will not suit me to permit any one the range of the place while I am off guard!’ said the unmannerly wretch.

With this insult my patience was at an end. I uttered an expression of disgust, and pushed past him into the yard, running against Earnshaw in my haste. It was so dark that I could not see the means of exit; and, as I wandered round, I heard another specimen of their civil behaviour amongst each other. At first the young man appeared about to befriend me.

�I’ll go with him as far as the park,’ he said.

�You’ll go with him to hell!’ exclaimed his master, or whatever relation he bore. �And who is to look after the horses, eh?’

�A man’s life is of more consequence than one evening’s neglect of the horses: somebody must go,’ murmured Mrs. Heathcliff, more kindly than I expected.

�Not at your command!’ retorted Hareton. �If you set store on[9 - Set store on – считать особенно важным.

�Then I hope his ghost will haunt you; and I hope Mr. Heathcliff will never get another tenant till the Grange is a ruin,’ she answered, sharply.

�Hearken, hearken, shoo’s cursing on ’em!’ muttered Joseph, towards whom I had been steering.

He sat within earshot, milking the cows by the light of a lantern, which I seized unceremoniously, and, calling out that I would send it back on the morrow, rushed to the nearest postern.

�Maister, maister, he’s staling t’ lanthern!’ shouted the ancient, pursuing my retreat. �Hey, Gnasher! Hey, dog! Hey Wolf, holld him, holld him!’

On opening the little door, two hairy monsters flew at my throat, bearing me down, and extinguishing the light; while a mingled guffaw from Heathcliff and Hareton put the copestone on my rage and humiliation.