Грозовой перевал / Wuthering Heights

The last, however, goes for nothing: you would love him without that, probably; and with it you wouldn’t, unless he possessed the four former attractions.’

�No, to be sure not: I should only pity him – hate him, perhaps, if he were ugly, and a clown.’

�But there are several other handsome, rich young men in the world: handsomer, possibly, and richer than he is. What should hinder you from loving them?’

�If there be any, they are out of my way: I’ve seen none like Edgar.’

�You may see some; and he won’t always be handsome, and young, and may not always be rich.

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�He is now; and I have only to do with the present. I wish you would speak rationally.’

�Well, that settles it: if you have only to do with the present, marry Mr. Linton.’

�I don’t want your permission for that. I SHALL marry him: and yet you have not told me whether I’m right.’

�Perfectly right; if people be right to marry only for the present. And now, let us hear what you are unhappy about.

Your brother will be pleased; the old lady and gentleman will not object, I think; you will escape from a disorderly, comfortless home into a wealthy, respectable one; and you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle?’

�HERE! and HERE!’ replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast: �in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I’m convinced I’m wrong!’

�That’s very strange! I cannot make it out.

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�It’s my secret. But if you will not mock at me, I’ll explain it: I can’t do it distinctly; but I’ll give you a feeling of how I feel.’

She seated herself by me again: her countenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled.

�Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams?’ she said, suddenly, after some minutes’ reflection.

�Yes, now and then,’ I answered.

�And so do I. I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

And this is one: I’m going to tell it, but take care not to smile at any part of it.’

�Oh! don’t, Miss Catherine!’ I cried. �We’re dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us. Come, come, be merry and like yourself! Look at little Hareton! HE’S dreaming nothing dreary.