Грозовой перевал

           "Mypoormistressisill,andshequitemastersme:Icannotmanageheratall;pray,comeandpersuadehertogotobed.Forgetyouranger,forshe’shardtoguideanywaybutherown."

           "Catherineill?"hesaid,hasteningtous."Shutthewindow,Ellen!Catherine!why-"

           Hewassilent.ThehaggardnessofMrs.Linton’sappearancesmotehimspeechless,andhecouldonlyglancefromhertomeinhorrifiedastonishment.

           "She’sbeenfrettinghere"Icontinued,"andeatingscarcelyanything,andnevercomplaining;shewouldadmitnoneofustillthisevening,andsowecouldn’tinformyouofherstateaswewerenotawareofitourselves;butitisnothing."

           IfeltIutteredmyexplanationsawkwardly;themasterfrowned."Itisnothing,isit,EllenDean?"hesaidsternly."Youshallaccountmoreclearlyforkeepingmeignorantofthis!"Andhetookhiswifeinhisarms,andlookedatherwithanguish.

           Atfirstshegavehimnoglanceofrecognition;hewasinvisibletoherabstractedgaze.Thedeliriumwasnotfixed,however;havingweanedhereyesfromcontemplatingtheouterdarkness,bydegreesshecenteredherattentiononhim,anddiscoveredwhoitwasthatheldher.

           "Ah!youarecome,areyou,EdgarLinton?"shesaid,withangryanimation.