Chapter 13 Chapter nine

He came in, yelling obscenities, just in time to see me hiding his son in the kitchen cupboard.Hareton had a horror of meeting either his bestial affections or his madman's rages, because in the one he had a chance of being crushed or kissed, and in the other In other cases, he has the chance of being thrown into the fire or smashed into the wall.His fright allowed me to place him wherever I liked, and the poor thing was always silent. "Why, I've found it!" cried Hindley, grabbing the skin of my neck, and dragging me back like a dog. "In all goodness, you must have sworn to murder that boy! Now I know why he's never near me. But help me, the devil, I'll make you swallow this cleaver, Nelly! Don't laugh." , because I just suffocated Kenneth head-down into the Black Horse Swamp, and both of them are the same——I want to kill you guys, and I won’t feel at ease if I don’t kill you!”

"But I don't like a cleaver, Mr. Hindley," I answered. "This one has just cut a smoked herring. I'd rather be shot if you would." "You'll be damned," said he, "and you'll be. There's no law in England against a man making his home presentable, and mine is a mess!—Open you Q!" He took the knife and poked the point between my teeth.And I've never been too afraid of his whims.I spit it out and I'm sure it tastes nasty - I don't swallow it anyway. "Ah!" said he, letting go of me, "I see that the wicked little rascal isn't Hareton—I beg your pardon, Nell—and if he is he ought to be flayed alive, for he won't come Welcome me, and scream like I was a monster. Unfilial son, come here! You cheated on a kind, deceitful father, and I'll teach you a lesson. Now, don't you think the kid should cut his hair short Could it be prettier? Dogs can look fiercer with a cropped coat, I love fierce things - give me a pair of scissors - fierce and neat things! And, that's the way of hell - cherish us The ears are devilish madness,--we are asses enough without ears. Shh, boy, shh! Come, my sweet baby! Don't cry, dry your eyes--this is a baby Lah. Kiss me. What! He won't? Kiss me, Hareton! Damn it, kiss me! God, as if I would keep such a monster! I'll break the damn boy's neck .”

Poor Hareton screamed and kicked with all his might in his father's arms, and he cried even more when he carried Hareton up the stairs, and lifted him over the railing.I yelled that he was going to drive the kid crazy, and ran to save him.No sooner had I reached them than Hindley leaned forward over the rail, listening to a sound downstairs, and almost forgot what he had in his hand. "Who is it?" he asked when he heard someone approaching the stairs.I also leaned forward, in order to sign to Heathcliff, whose step I had already recognized, to tell him not to come any more.The instant my eyes left Hareton, he flung himself free from his careless embrace, and fell.

We just don't have time to experience that sharp sense of terror just to see if this little thing is safe.Heathcliff came downstairs at a critical moment, he subconsciously caught him, and helped him stand, looking up to see who caused the trouble.Even a miser who forgoes a lucky lottery ticket for five cents, and finds the next day that he has lost five thousand pounds on the transaction, cannot show that when Heathcliff sees that the man upstairs is Mr. Earnshaw That look of bewilderment.That air expressed more clearly than words the deepest anguish that he had been the instrument to thwart his own vengeance.If it had been dark, I daresay he would have made up the mistake by smashing Hareton's head on the stairs, but we saw the child saved, and I went down at once and brought my precious child to my heart.Hindley came down leisurely, sober and ashamed.

"It's your fault, Ellen," he said. "You should have hid him from me. You should have snatched him from me. Did he fall somewhere?" "Fall!" I cried angrily. "He'd be an idiot if he ain't dead! Oh! I wonder how his mother doesn't get up from her grave to see what you do to him. You're better than a stranger Religionists are worse—treat your own flesh and blood like this!" He wants to touch the baby.As soon as the child realized that he was following me, he vented his terror and cried aloud.But no sooner had his father's fingers touched him than he screamed again, louder than before, and struggled as if about to startle.

"Leave him alone!" I continued. "He hates you—they all hate you—it's true! You've got a happy family and it's gotten you to such a mess!" "I'll make it worse, Nelly," laughed the lost man, recovering his obstinacy, "and now you take him away. And, listen, Heathcliff! You Get away too, as far away as possible. I won't kill you tonight unless, maybe, I set the house on fire: that's just what I think." As he spoke, he took out a small bottle of brandy from the cupboard and poured some into a glass. "No, don't!" I begged, "Mr Hindley, please accept my warning.

If you don't spare yourself, pity the unfortunate child! " "Anyone would have treated him better than me," he replied. "Have pity on your own soul!" I said, trying to wrest the cup from his hand. "I do not. On the contrary, I would rather send it to perdition to punish its Maker," cried the blasphemer, "to the soul's willingness to go to hell!" He finished his drink and told us impatiently to go away.Ending his order with a horrific string of expletives that cannot be repeated or remembered. "It's a pity he can't die drunk," said Heathcliff.As the door closed, there was a return of cursing, "He's trying his best, but his constitution can take it, and Mr. Kenneth said he'd bet his horses he'd outlive anyone around Gimmerton." grow, and will go to his grave like a gray-haired sinner, unless some unnatural chance happens to him."

I went into the kitchen and sat down to put my little lamb to sleep.I thought Heathcliff had gone to the barn.It was later learned that he had only gone to the side of the high-backed settee, collapsed on a stool by the wall, far away from the fire, and remained silent. I was rocking Hareton on my lap, and humming a tune which began thus-- "It's late at night, and the child is asleep. The mother in the grave heard—” Then Miss Catty, who had heard the disturbance in her room, put her head in, and whispered: "Are you alone, Nelly?" "Yes, ma'am," I replied.

She came in and approached the fireplace.I guessed what she was going to say, so I looked up.The expression on her face looked troubled and worried.Her mouth was half open, as if she wanted to say something.She took a breath, but the breath was a sigh instead of a word.I continued humming my song, not forgetting her attitude just now. "Where's Heathcliff?" she asked me, interrupting my singing. "Doing his work in the stable," was my reply. He didn't correct me either, maybe he was dozing off.There was another long pause.Then I saw a drop or two drip from Catherine's face onto the flagstones.Was she sorry for her shameful behaviour?That would be a novelty, I thought to myself.But she might like it—I'm not going to help her anyway!No, she didn't worry much about anything except her own concerns.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed at last, "I'm very unhappy!" "It's a pity," I said, "it's hard to make you happy. So many friends and so little care can't satisfy you!" "Nellie, will you keep my secret?" she pestered, knelt beside me, and lifted her charming eyes into my face with a look that would drive away anger, even in a very It's okay to be angry for a reason. "Is it worth it to be conservative?" I asked, not too awkwardly. "Yes, and it bothers me so much that I must speak! I want to know what I shall do. Edgar Linton asked me to marry him today, and I have answered him. Now, Before I tell you whether the answer is yes or no, tell me what it should be."

"Really, Miss Catherine, how should I know?" I answered. "Of course, considering how much you made a fool of yourself in front of him this afternoon, I can say it was wise to say no to him. Since he begged you after that, he must either be a hopeless fool, or An adventurous fool." "If you say that, I won't tell you any more," she replied complainingly, standing up. "I take it, Nelly. Come on, tell me if I'm wrong!" "You accepted? Then what's the use of discussing it? You've made a deal, and you can't take it back." "But tell me whether I should do it—say!" she cried in an exasperated tone, wringing her hands and frowning. "There are many things to consider before answering that question correctly," I said lecturing. "First and foremost, do you love Mr. Edgar?" "Who can't love? Of course I do," she replied. Then I asked her questions and answers: For a twenty-two-year-old girl, these questions are not uninformed. "Why do you love him, Miss Catty?" "It's a boring question, I love—that's enough." "No, you have to say why." "Well, because he's pretty and he's a joy to be with." "Oops," was my comment. "And because he's young and lively." "Still bad." "And because he loves me." "That's irrelevant." "And he's going to have money, and I'd love to be the greatest woman around, and I'd be proud to have such a husband." "Too bad! Now, tell me how you love him?" "It's like everybody's in love. You're so confused, Nelly." "Not at all, answer." "I love the ground under his feet, the sky above him, everything he touches, and every word he utters. I love all his expressions and all his movements, and the whole Him. Come on!" "why?" "No, you're joking, it's too nasty! It's no joke to me!" said the lady, frowning, and turning her face to the fire. "I'm not joking, Miss Catherine!" I answered. "You love Mr. Edgar because he's handsome, young, lively, rich, and loves you. That last point, however, doesn't matter, and you might still love him without it; and with this, You don't have to, unless he has four advantages." "Yeah, of course, if he's ugly and a brute, maybe I'll just pity him--hate him." "But there's a lot of nice, rich young men in the world--probably prettier than him, and richer. Why don't you love 'em?" "They're not in my way, if anything! I haven't seen anyone like Edgar." "You can still see some, and he won't always be pretty and young and he won't always be rich." "He is now, and as long as I look forward, I hope you will say something reasonable." "Well, that's settled, if you only care about the present, marry Mr Linton." "I don't want your permission for this—I want to marry him. But you haven't told me whether I'm right or not." "If people marry only what is right for the moment, it is quite true. Now let us hear why you are not pleased. Your brother will be, and the old lady and gentleman will not object. You will, I think, from A messy, uncomfortable home escapes into a rich, respectable one. And you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems to be going your way—where's the obstacle?" "Here, here!" answered Catherine, beating her forehead with one hand and her breast with the other: "wherever there is a soul—in mine, and in my heart, I feel that I am wrong!" "That's very strange! I don't understand it." "That's my secret. But if you don't laugh at me, I'll explain it. I can't say very well--but I want you to feel how I feel. " She sat down beside me again, her expression becoming sadder and more serious, her clenched hands trembling. "Nellie, don't you ever have strange dreams?" she said suddenly, after thinking for a few minutes. "Sometimes." I replied. "Me too. Some of the dreams I've had in my life will stay with me forever after they've been dreamed and change my mind. They flow back and forth in my mind like wine in water Same, changed the color of my heart. It's a—I'm going to tell—but don't laugh at anything." "Oh, stop it, Miss Catherine!" I cried. "We're miserable enough without ghosts haunting us. Come, come, cheer up and be as you are! Look at little Harry." Don--he can't dream sad things. How sweetly he laughs in his sleep!" "Yes, and how sweetly his father cursed when he was lonely and bored! I dare say you remember when he was just like that fat little thing--nearly the same small and innocent. But, Nelly, I'll ask you Listen—it's not long; and I'm not happy tonight." "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!" I hurriedly said repeatedly. I was superstitious about dreams then, and I still am now.Catherine's face again had a strange look of sadness, which made me fear what her dream would give me, and make me foresee a terrible disaster.She was troubled, but she did not go on.After a pause she started talking again, apparently picking another topic. "If I were in heaven, Nelly, I must be very miserable." "Because you are not worthy to be there," I answered, "and all sinners will be wretched in Paradise." "Not for that. I dreamed I was there once." "I tell you I don't want to listen to your dreams, Miss Catherine! I'm going to bed." I interrupted her again.She smiled and sat me down as I was leaving the chair. "It's nothing," she cried, "I just want to say that heaven is not like my home. I cried very much and wanted to come back to earth. And the angels were very angry and threw me In the middle of the meadows at Wuthering Heights. There I woke up, crying with joy. That would explain my secret, as well as everything else. When it comes to marrying Edgar Linton, I don't compare myself to heaven. Be more zealous. I wouldn't have thought of it if that wicked man over there hadn't brought Heathcliff down so low. Now, marrying Heathcliff would degrade me, so he never won't know how much I love him; and it's not because he's pretty, Nelly, but because he's more like me than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his is the same as mine; and Lin Dun's soul is like moonlight and lightning, or frost and fire, completely different." Before the passage was finished, I realized that Heathcliff was here.I noticed a slight movement, and I turned my head to see him get up from the stool and quietly go out.He kept hearing Catherine say that marrying him would lower her status, so he stopped listening.My companion, sitting on the ground, was hidden by the back of the settee, and could not see him here, nor his departure.But I was taken aback, and told her to be quiet. "What?" she asked, looking around nervously. "Joseph is coming," I answered, just as I happened to hear his wheels rumbling down the road, "and Heathcliff will come in with him. I can't be sure he's at the door at the moment." "Oh, he couldn't have been overhearing me at the door!" she said. "Leave Hareton to me, and you get your supper ready, and let me eat with you when it's done. I am willing to deceive my poor conscience, and am convinced that Heathcliff did not think of these things. He didn't, did he?He doesn't know what love is, does he? " "I see no reason why he should not understand as well as you," I replied. "If you were his choice, he would be the most unfortunate man in the world. Once you become Mrs. Linton, He's lost friends, love, and everything! Have you considered? How you'll bear this separation, and how he'll bear being utterly abandoned in the world, because, Miss Catherine—" "He's totally abandoned! We're separated!" she shouted, in angry tones. "Pray, who separates us? They shall meet Miro's fate! As long as I live, Ellen--no one dares to do that. Every Linton in the world may be wiped out, and I will never promise Give up Heathcliff. Oh, that's not what I meant--that's not what I meant! I'm not Mrs. Linton for the price! His whole life will be to me as he is to me now as precious. Edgar must get over his antipathy for Heathcliff, and, at least, put up with him. When he knows my true feelings for him, he will. Now I understand, Nelly, You think I'm a selfish bitch. But, has it never occurred to you that if Heathcliff and I marry, we'll have to be beggars? And if I marry Linton, I can help Heathcliff. Li Fu was promoted, and he was placed in a position where my brother has no right to intervene." ① Milo - Milo, who was a Roman tribune in 57 BC.Originally Beloved's subordinate, the original organization fighter and Claudius secretly fought for five years.In 55 BC he became consul of Rome.Murdered Claudius in 52 BC, was charged and exiled.In 48 BC, he organized a rebellion and was arrested and executed in Xhosa. "With your husband's money, Miss Catherine?" I asked. "You will find he is not so submissive as you expect. And, though I am not in a position to say, I think that is your last chance of being wife to little Linton." Bad motive." "No," she retorted, "that's the best! The other motives were to satisfy my fancy; Edgar's also contained the same feeling he felt for myself. I cannot express it, but you and others certainly understand that there is, or should be, another you besides you. If I It's all here, so what's the use of creating me? My greatest grief in this world is Heathcliff's, and I've noticed and felt each other from the first. In my In life, he is my strongest thought. If everything else is destroyed, and he remains, I can continue to live; if everything else remains, and he is destroyed, this world is for me It would be a very strange place. I would not be a part of it. My love for Linton is like the leaves in the woods: I know full well that as winter changes the trees, time changes the leaves. I am Heathcliff's love is like the eternal rock below: although it seems that it does not give you much pleasure, but this pleasure is necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He will always Forever in my heart. He is not as a pleasure, not necessarily more interesting than I am to myself, but as myself. So stop talking about our separation-that is impossible arrived; and—" She stopped, and hid her face in the folds of my skirt; but I pushed her away with all my might.I have no patience for her absurdity! "If I can make any sense out of your nonsense, miss," I said, "it only leads me to believe that you are completely neglecting your marital responsibilities; otherwise, you are a vicious, immoral girl. Don't bother me with any more secrets. I can't promise to keep them." "Are you willing to keep this a secret?" she asked anxiously. "No, I don't agree," I repeated. She was about to insist when Joseph came in and our conversation was over.Catherine moved her chair into a corner and tended Hareton while I cooked.When the meal was ready, my partner and I started arguing over who should bring Hindley's meal, and we couldn't settle it until it was almost cold.Then we made a deal that we'll just wait for him to come and ask for it, if he wants it.Because when he is alone for a while, we are all very afraid to go to him. "Why hasn't that good-for-nothing come back from the field at this time? Why has he gone? Is he loitering again?" asked the old man, looking about for Heathcliff. "I'll call him," I replied. "He's in the barn, I think it's all right." I went to call, but there was no answer.On my return I whispered to Catherine, whom I expected to have heard most of what she had to say, and told her how I had seen him leave the kitchen just as she was complaining about her brother's behavior towards him.She jumped up in astonishment--threw Hareton on the high-backed chair, and ran out to find her friend herself, without giving much thought to why she was so excited, or how her conversation might affect him.She was gone for a long time, so Joseph suggested that we need not wait any longer.He half-heartedly surmised that they were staying out to avoid his protracted prayer.They were "too bad to do bad things," he concluded.And, for their conduct, he added that evening to the usual quarter of an hour of prayers before dinner, and added a special prayer which would have followed, had not his little mistress burst in at this moment, and hurriedly Order him to run to the road, find Heathcliff wherever he wanders, and ask him to come in again at once! "I'm going to talk to him, I have to talk to him before I go upstairs," she said. "The gate is open, and he's gone to a place where he can't hear the shouting. For I shouted as loud as I could from the top of the farm, and he didn't answer." Joseph was reluctant at first, but she was too anxious for him to object.At last he put his hat on his head and went out muttering. Meanwhile Catherine was walking up and down the floor, crying, "I wonder where he is--I wonder where he could go! What did I say, Nelly? I forgot, he blamed me today Losing his temper in the afternoon? Tell me, my dear, what did I say to make him sad? I wish he came. I wish he would come!" "Shouting for no reason!" I shouted, although I was a little uneasy myself. "The little thing scares you! Of course there's nothing big to fuss about. Heathcliff might come out for a month's walk on the moor, or just lie in the straw stable, too awkward to talk to us." Talk. I dare say he's hiding there. Look, I'll be damned if I don't find him!" I went to search again and was disappointed, as did Joseph. "The kid is getting worse!" he said as soon as he came in. "He opened the gate, and the young lady's pony trampled two rows of wheat, and ran straight into the grass! Anyway, the master must make a fuss tomorrow morning, and make a good fuss. He's so careless, The dreadful fellow has no patience--he has no such patience! But he can't always--look, you all! You shouldn't let him go mad for no reason!" "Did you find Heathcliff? You jackass," interrupted Catherine. "Did you find him as I told you?" "I'd rather go to the horse," he answered. "That would make sense. But on a night like this there's no way to find it--it's as dark as a chimney! And Heathcliff isn't one to come at my call--maybe he'll come if you ask him to." Listen better!" It was a very dark night indeed, being summer.It was overcast and very likely a thunderstorm, and I said we'd better sit down: the coming rain would surely bring him home without further trouble.But Catherine could not be persuaded to calm down.She had been wandering back and forth from the gate to the door of the house, too excited to rest for a moment, and finally stood still beside a wall near the road.There, in spite of my advice, in spite of the rumble of thunder and the rain that was beginning to patter all around her, she just stayed there, calling and listening and crying.No Hareton, or any child, could have wailed louder than this. About midnight, while we were all still sitting, the storm rumbled furiously over the top of the estate.There was a gust of wind and a burst of thunder. I don't know whether it was the wind or the thunder that knocked down a tree in the corner of the house.A great tree-trunk fell down on the roof, and knocked down a piece of the east chimney, sending a mass of stones and soot into the kitchen fire.We thought lightning had fallen among us, and Joseph knelt down and begged the Lord not to forget Noah and Lot.And, more as before, while he strikes at the ungodly, he pardons the innocent.I also kind of feel it must be a referee for us too.In my mind Jonah was Mr Earnshaw.I shook the handle of the door of his hut to see if he was still alive.He answered so weakly that my companion shouted louder than before, as if to draw a line between a saint like himself and a sinner like his master.But after twenty minutes the disturbance passed, leaving us all safe and sound.Only Katie, drenched from her obstinate refusal to take shelter from the rain, stood there without hat or shawl while her hair and clothes soaked.She came in and lay down on the high-backed chair, dripping with water, with her face to the back of the chair and her hands in front of her face. ①Noah——Noah, see the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth chapters of Genesis in the Old Testament of the Bible.God's wrath sent floods to the world, and Noah was inspired by God to build an ark and put his family and all kinds of poultry in the ark to avoid disasters. Lot——Lot, for Abraham's nephew, see the nineteenth chapter of Genesis in the Old Testament of the Bible.There used to be a city named Sodom (named Sodom in the Bible) at the Dead Sea today. ②Jonah——Jonah, see the first chapter of Jonah in the Old Testament of the Bible.Jonah fled by boat because of his disobedience to God. God gave a strong wind, and he was blown into the sea, swallowed by a giant fish, and trapped in the belly of the fish for three days and nights. "There, miss!" I cried, stroking her shoulder. "You're not determined to die, are you? Do you know what time it is? It's half-past twelve. Come! Go to bed. Don't wait for that silly boy, he must be going to Gimmerton, and He must live there now. He guessed we wouldn't be awake for him at this late hour, or at least he guessed only Mr. Hindley would be up, and he'd rather avoid having the master open the door for him." "No, no, he won't be at Gimmerton," said Joseph. "I reckon he must've gone down in the bog. It's a hell of a disaster. I hope you'll see, miss—it'll be you next time. Thank God for everything! It all fits together." As if plucked from the trash for their own good! You know what the Bible says—" He began by quoting several scriptures, pointing out the chapters for us, and asking us to look them up. I begged the obstinate girl to stand up and change her wet dress, but in vain, I went away, and left her to pray and tremble, while I took Hareton to bed myself.Little Hareton slept so soundly that it seemed everyone around him was asleep.Later I heard Joseph read the scriptures for a while.Then, I could still hear his slow step up the ladder, and then I fell asleep. I came down later than usual, and by the sunlight filtering in through the shutters saw Miss Catherine still seated in the fire-room.The hall door was still ajar, and light came in from the open window.Hindley had come out, and stood haggard and languid by the kitchen fire. "What's bothering you, Katie?" he was saying when I came in. "Look at you as miserable as a drowned puppy. Why are you so daft and pale, boy?" "I'm wet," she replied reluctantly, "and I'm cold, that's all." "Oh, she's so naughty!" I said aloud, and I could see that the master was still quite awake. "She soaked in the heavy rain last night, and she sat up all night, and I couldn't persuade her to move." Mr. Earnshaw looked at us in surprise. "All night," he repeated, "what keeps her up? Surely it can't be the fear of thunder? The thunder stopped a few hours ago." Neither of us wanted to keep Heathcliff's disappearance as long as we could, so I replied I don't know how she got up and sat up, and she didn't say anything.The morning air was fresh and cool, and I opened the window, and the room was immediately filled with the sweet aroma from the garden.But Catherine called me petulantly, "Ellen, close the window. I'm freezing to death!" She moved closer to the nearly extinct embers, huddling, her teeth chattering. "She's sick," said Hindley, taking her wrist. "I suppose that's why she won't go to bed. Bad luck! I don't want any sick trouble here. Why did you go out into the rain?" "As usual, chasing boys!" Joseph murmured, taking the opportunity to slander us when we were hesitating. "If I were you, my lord, I'd give 'em a slap in the face whether they're high or low! Whenever you're out of the house, Linton the greedy cat sneaks in. And Miss Nelly, She's a fine lady, too! She sits in the kitchen and watches over you, and when you come in one door, she goes out the other. And our dame walks up to her to curry favor! That's a good thing, ten nights After two o'clock, hiding in the field with that wild gypsy ghost, Heathcliff! They thought I was blind, but I was not: not at all! I saw little Linton coming, and I saw him too Come on, I see you (pointing to me), you worthless, shabby witch! As soon as you hear your master's hooves clattering in the road, you jump up and run into the hall." "Shut up, eavesdropper!" cried Catherine, "you will not be allowed to be presumptuous in my presence! Hindley, Edgar Linton happened to be here yesterday, and I told him to go, because I knew you never liked to meet he." "You lie, Katie, no doubt," replied her brother, "you are a loathsome fool! But leave Linton alone for the present.—Tell me, were you not with Heathcliff last night? ?Now, tell the truth. You needn't be afraid of me hurting him. Though I've always hated him so much, he did me a good thing not too long ago, and my conscience won't allow me to cut his neck. To prevent this I'm going to drive him away this morning. After he's gone, I advise you all to be careful, I'm going to be rude to you!" "I didn't see Heathcliff at all last night," answered Catherine.She began to cry bitterly: "If you throw him out of the gate, I will definitely go with him. But, maybe, you will never have a chance! Maybe he has already gone." At this point, she couldn't help crying Crying, she couldn't hear what she said next. Hindley sneered at her, swore at her, and told her to go back to her room at once, or to cry without cause!I beg her to obey.I will never forget what a scene she put on when we got to her bedroom, it really terrified me—I thought she was going mad, and I begged Joseph to run for the doctor.This proved to be the beginning of a fever, and as soon as Mr. Kenneth saw her he declared that she was in danger, that she had a fever.He bled her, told me to only give her milk and porridge, and be careful not to let her jump off buildings or windows, and then he left.For he is busy enough in this parish, and in this part of the country it is not uncommon for this village to be separated from that by two or three miles. Although I can't say that I am a gentle nurse, Joseph and the master are not necessarily better than me.而且虽然我们的病人是病人中最麻烦、最任性的——可是她总算起死回生了。当然啦，老林惇夫人来拜访了好几次，而且百般挑剔，把我们都骂了一阵，吩咐了一阵，当凯瑟琳病快复原的时候，她坚持要把她送到画眉田庄去。这真是皇恩大赦，我们非常感谢。但是这可怜的太太很有理由后悔她的善心，她和她丈夫都被传染了热病，在几天之内，两人便相继逝世了。 我们的小姐回到我们这儿来，比以前更拗，更暴躁，也更傲慢了。希刺克厉夫自从雷雨之夜后就毫无音讯。有一天她惹得我气极啦，我自认倒霉竟把他的失踪归罪于她身上了。的确这责任是该她负，她自己也明白。从那个时期起，有好几个月，她不理我，仅仅保持主仆关系。约瑟夫也受到冷遇：尽管他只顾说他自己的想法，还拿她当个小姑娘似的教训她，她却把自己当作成年女子，是我们的女主人。并且以为她最近这场病使她有权要求别人体谅她。还有，大夫也说过她不能再受很多打击了，她得由着她自己的性子才行。在她眼里，任何人若敢于站起来反对她，就跟谋杀差不多。她对恩萧先生和他的同伴们都躲得远远的，她哥哥受了肯尼兹的教导，又想到她的狂怒常常会引起一阵癫痫的严重威胁，也就对她百依百顺，尽量不去惹恼她。讲到容忍她的反复无常，他实在是太迁就了，这并不是出于感情，而是出于妄自尊大，他真心盼望能看到她和林惇家联姻以便门第增光，并且只要她不去打扰他，她就尽可以把我们当奴隶一样践踏，他才不管呢！埃德加·林惇，像在他以前和以后的多数人一样，是给迷住了。他父亲逝世三年后，他把她领到吉默吞教堂那天，他自信是世上最幸福的人。 我很勉强地被劝说离开了呼啸山庄，陪她到这儿来了。小哈里顿差不多五岁了，我才开始教他认字，我们分别得很惨。可是凯瑟琳的眼泪比我们的更有力量——当我拒绝去，而她发觉她的请求不能感动我的时候，她就到她丈夫和她哥哥跟前去恸哭。她丈夫要给我很多工钱，她哥哥命令我打铺盖——他说，现在没有女主人啦，他屋里不需要女佣人了。至于哈里顿，不久就有副牧师来照管了。因此我只有一条路可以选择，叫我做什么就照办吧。我告诉主人说，他把所有的正派人都打发走了，那只会让他毁灭得更快些。我亲亲哈里顿作为告别。从此以后他和我是陌生人啦，想起来可非常古怪，可是我敢说他已把丁艾伦一古脑儿全忘了，也忘了他曾经是她在世上最宝贵的，而她也曾是他最宝贵的！ 管家把故事讲到这里，偶然向烟囱上的时钟瞅了一眼：出乎她的意料，时针已指到一点半。她就再也不肯多待一秒钟。老实说，我自己也有意让她的故事的续篇搁一搁。现在她已经不见踪影，睡觉去了，我又沉思了一两个钟头，虽然我的头和四肢痛得不想动，可是我也得鼓起勇气去睡觉了。