Wuthering Heights

Chapter 28

When reaching out to pull the fruit, her hat fell off the ground.Because the door was locked, she wanted to climb down to pick up the hat.I told her to be careful, so as not to fall into a fight, and she disappeared after three or two strokes.

But coming back is not as easy as that.The stone walls were slippery and well-built, and the rosebushes and black mold vines were struggling to climb.Like a fool, I didn't recover until I heard her laughing, and she exclaimed:

"Alan. You must get the key, or I'll have to go round to the porter. I can't climb that wall."

"Stand still," I answered. "I've got a bunch of keys in my pocket. Maybe I can get the lock off. If I can't, I'll get it."

Catherine was jumping and playing in front of the door, and I tried the big keys one by one.I tried the last one and found nothing.Therefore, I once again told her to stay where she was, and I was about to rush home as soon as possible, when suddenly a sound from far and near stopped me.This is the sound of horseshoes.Cathy's dance stopped, and 1 minute later, the horse stopped too.

"Who is it?" I asked quietly.

"Alan, I hope you can open this door." My companion also replied in a low voice, very anxious.

"Oh, Miss Linton!" cried a low voice, the voice of the rider, "I'm glad to see you. Don't hurry in, because I have a question to ask you to explain."

"I won't talk to you, Mr. Heathcliff," replied Catherine. "Dad said you were a bad man, you hated him and you hated me, and Ellen said the same thing."

"That has nothing to do with it," said Heathcliff--it was he. "I don't think I hate my son, and I've come to talk to you for his sake. Yes! You have reason to blush. You haven't written to Linton for two or three months, have you? What a love affair, eh? You deserve it, you both deserve a whip for it! Especially you, you're older, and you turn out to be more fickle. I'm keeping your letter, if you disrespect me , I'll take the letter to your father. I guess you got tired of playing it and dropped it, didn't you? Well, you dropped it with Linton in the Pit of Despair. He was serious , really in love. Just as real as I am alive, he is going to die for you, broken heart for your ups and downs, this is not a metaphor, it is real. Although Hareton laughed at him For six weeks, I used a more serious method to scare away his infatuation, he is getting more and more emaciated, unless you rescue him, he will be buried in the ground before summer."

"How dare you blatantly lie to the poor child," I shouted through the door. "Please ride away!"How could you have contrived such a despicable lie?Miss Cathy, I'm here to stone the lock.Don't believe that dirty nonsense.You yourself will realize that it is impossible for a person to die for loving a stranger. "

"I didn't think anyone was eavesdropping," murmured the exposed villain. "My dear Mrs. Dean, I like you. But I don't like your double talk," he went on aloud. "And how can you lie so blatantly that I hate this 'poor child'? Can you make up a story so lurid that it will scare her away from my door? Katherine Linton—that name warms my heart, my Good girl, I'm going to be away for a week, just go and see if I'm telling the truth. Go, that's a good baby! Just think if your father was in my place, Linton in In your place, think what you would think of your heartless lover if your father begged him himself and he wouldn't move a step to comfort you. Don't be fooled for a moment and repeat the same mistakes. I take my soul Bet, he is about to go to the grave, only you can save him!"

The lock came loose and I rushed out.

"I swear. Linton is going to die," resumed Heathcliff, looking fiercely at me. "Sorrow and disappointment are pushing him to his death. If you won't let her go, Nelly, you can go by yourself. I won't be home until this time next week. I think it's rare for your master himself to object." She went to see her cousin!"

"Come in," I said, grabbing Cathy by the arm, and almost yanking her back, for she was still hesitating, looking in Heathcliff's face with uncertain eyes.His face was tense, showing no treachery in his heart.

He urged the horse to take a step closer, bent down and said:

"Miss Catherine, I confess to you that I am impatient with Linton, and even more impatient with Hareton and Joseph. I confess that he lives with a hard-hearted people. He longs for love and consideration, from you. A thoughtful word out of your mouth is the best medicine. Ignore Mrs. Dean's cruel admonition, be generous and try to visit him. He dreams of you day and night, and he won't. I believe you don't hate him, because you neither wrote nor visited him."

I closed the door, rolled over a stone, helped hold the door with a loose lock, opened the umbrella, and pulled the ward under the umbrella, the raindrops were already falling through the groaning branches, and warned us not to delay up.

We hurried all the way home, too busy to comment on our encounter with Heathcliff.But I instinctively guessed that Catherine's heart is now covered with double clouds.Her face was so sad that it was not her own face.It was obvious that she believed every word and every word she had just heard.

The master went to bed and rested before we got home.Cathy sneaks into his room to visit him, who has fallen asleep.She turned back and asked me to sit with her in the study.We had tea together, and afterwards she lay down on the rug and told me to keep quiet because she was tired.

I picked up a book and pretended to be reading.She thought I was getting into the book, so she started to cry quietly again.Tears seemed to be her favorite distraction now.I let her enjoy it for a while, and then I led her on, and ridiculed Heathcliff's words about his son from beginning to end, as if I expected her to sympathize.God J I have no ability to counteract the effect of his words, he has foreseen it long ago.

"Perhaps you are right, Ellen," she answered, "but I shall never be at peace unless I know—I must tell Linton it is not my fault that I do not write, and convince him that I am not Will have a change of heart."

What was the use of being angry and protesting against her silly credulity?We broke up that night.But the next day, I was on my way to Wuthering Heights, with my wayward young lady's pony by my side.I can't bear to see her sad, her pale sad face, and those heavy eyes.I resigned, only in the hope that Linton, when he received us, would prove to himself how misplaced the story was.

The evening rain brought a misty morning, drizzled in a frosty sky, and a few makeshift streams bubbling down the high slopes across our trail.My feet were completely soaked, and I was in a wretched and depressed mood, just suitable for the most troublesome things of this kind.

We entered the farmhouse through the kitchen passage.Wanted to find out if Heathcliff was really not at home, as I had little faith in his assurances.

Joseph seemed to be sitting alone in some paradise, with a blazing fire on one side, a large glass of ale on a nearby table, with large chunks of wheatbread standing in it, and a short black pipe in his mouth.

Catherine ran to the fire to warm herself.I asked if the master was at home?

My question was not answered for so long that I thought the old man was deaf, so I raised my voice and asked again.

"No--in!" he growled, or rather out of his nose. "No—yes! You go back and forth wherever you go."

"Joseph!" An angry voice from the back room sounded at the same time as me. "How many times shall I call you? There are only a few red ashes left now. Joseph! Come here."

He swallowed hard, and kept his eyes on the grate, showing that he could not hear the distress.The housekeeper and Hareton were nowhere to be seen. One was out on business, the other was working. Perhaps we recognized Linton's voice and walked in.

"Oh, I wish you were dead in the attic! Starved to death," said the boy, mistaking us for his servants who didn't think much of him.

Realizing that he had misread the person, he stopped.His cousin galloped up.

"Is that you, Miss Linton?" he said, lifting his head from the handles now as he sank into a large chair. "Don't—don't kiss me, it's killing me like that, my God! Daddy said you'd come," he went on, after recovering a little from Catherine's embrace, as she stood aside, Shame on the face. "Shut the door, will you? You didn't. Those damn things won't put coal in the fire. How cold!"

I poked the embers in the furnace, and fetched a scuttle of coal myself.The patient complained that the ashes had splashed all over him.But he kept coughing and looked sick like he had a fever, so I didn't bother with his bad temper.

"Well, Linton," whispered Catherine, as his frown relaxed. "Are you happy to see me? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Why didn't you come earlier?" he said. "You'd better come instead of writing. I'm tired of writing these long letters. I'd be much happier to talk. Now I can neither talk nor do it." Nothing else. I don't know where Zira is! Can you go to the kitchen and have a look?" His last words were turned towards me.

He doesn't appreciate what I've just done for him, and I don't like being driven around by him, so I replied:
"There's no one there but Joseph."

"I want a drink," he called angrily, turning around. "Zillar's been wandering off to Gimmerton since papa left. What a nuisance! I've got to come down here, and they've made up their minds never to listen to me upstairs."

"Does your father take care of you, Master Heathcliff?" I asked, seeing that Catherine's friendliness was about to hit a snag.

"Take care! He told them to take care of me," he cried. "Those bastards! Do you know, Miss Linton, that hareton the beast laughed at me, and I hated him, really. I hated all of them, they were bastards."

Cathy started looking for water.She saw a pitcher in the closet, filled a large glass, and brought it.He told her to add a spoonful of wine, which was on the table.After drinking a small glass, he seemed to calm down, saying that she was so kind.

"Are you happy to see me?" She repeated her earlier question, glad to see a little smile on his face.

"Yes, I'm glad. How strange to hear a voice like yours!" he replied. "But I've been troubled because you didn't want to come over. Pa swore it was all my fault, he said I was a poor, morose wretch, that you despised me, and that if he was in my place by now, He's been master of the Grange long ago, more so than your father. But you don't despise me, do you, miss—"

"I would like you to call me Catherine, or Cathy!" interrupted my lady. "I look down on you? No! I love you more than anyone else in the world except Papa and Ellen, although I don't love Heathcliff. I dare not come back when he comes back. Will he go for many days?"

"Not many days," replied Linton, "but he's been out on the moor a lot since the hunting season, and you can spend an hour or two with me when he's away. Come! Say you're coming." I don't think I'm mad at you, you don't mess with me, you're always willing to help me, don't you?"

"Yes," said Catherine, stroking her long, floppy hair, "if papa would agree, I would spend half my time with you, dear Linton! How I wish you were my brother. "

"So you can like me like you like your father?" he said, feeling a little better. "But Dad said that if you were my wife, you would love me more than him, so I would rather you be my wife!"

"No! I love no one more than my father," she answered solemnly.

"Sometimes people hate their wives, but they don't hate brothers and sisters. If you are in the latter relationship, we can live together, and Dad will like you as much as he likes me."

Linton disagreed that one could hate a wife, but Cathy asserted that it was, and in her moment of wit gave the example of his own father hating her aunt.

I tried my best to stop her uninhibited nonsense, but failed, and watched her tell everything she knew.Master Heathcliff was furious, and concluded that what she had said was a lie.

"Papa told me, papa never lies!" she replied boldly.

"My father despises your father," cried Linton. "He called him a cowardly fool!"

"Your father is a wicked man," retorted Catherine, "and it is wicked enough for you to try to imitate what he has said. He must have been very wicked, and told Aunt Isabella to leave him!"

"She didn't leave him," said the boy, "you mustn't talk back to me!"

"She's gone!" cried my lady.

"Well, let me tell you something too," said Linton. "What about your mother hating your father. "

"Oh!" exclaimed Catherine, too angry to speak.

"She loves my father!" he added.

"You little liar j I hate you now," she gasped, her face flushed with anger.

"She loves! She loves!" Linton seemed to be singing, he retracted into the chair and tilted his head back, Song was admiring the way his opponent was furious, and she was standing behind the chair.

"Hush, Master Heathcliff!" said I. "That's your father's story too, I think."

"No, shut up!" he answered. "She loves, she loves, Catherine, she loves, she loves!"

Cathy, dazed with rage, pushed the chair abruptly, causing him to collapse on one of the arms.He immediately coughed repeatedly until he couldn't catch his breath, and the elation he had just now disappeared.

He coughed for so long that even I got scared.As for his cousin, she burst into tears, terrified by what she had done, though she said nothing.

I held him until the fit of hoarseness subsided by itself.Then he pushed me away, silently hanging his head.Catherine also stopped her crying, sat down on the opposite side, and looked at the fire with a serious expression.

"How are you feeling, Master Heathcliff?" I asked after ten minutes had passed.

"I wish she would suffer my pains too," he answered, "damn, cruel thing! Hareton never touched me, never in his life did he hit me. I am better today, But this—" His voice dropped into a whimper.

"I didn't hit you!" Kathy whispered, biting her lip to keep the emotion from getting emotional again.

He sighed, then groaned, as if in great pain, and went on for a quarter of an hour, obviously to make his cousin feel bad, for whenever he heard her uncontrollable sob, he Then in his ups and downs of voice, some new pain and sorrow were added.

"I'm so sorry that I hurt you, Lin Dunguang finally said, she couldn't stand it anymore." But such a light push couldn't hurt me, and I didn't expect you to be hurt.You're not badly hurt, are you, Linton?Don't make me go home thinking I hurt you!Answer, talk to me. "

"I can't talk to you," he grumbled, "you make me so miserable, I'll be up all night coughing like hell. If you cough too, you'll know what it's like, but you'll Going to sleep comfortably, and I'm suffering, with no one around! I don't know how you're going to get through these dreadful nights!" The more he thought about it, the more he felt sorry for himself, and he began to cry.

"Since you are used to these dreadful nights," said I, "it is no wonder that the lady has disturbed your peace. You would have looked the same if she had not come. But perhaps she ought not to disturb you any more, and we shall go. Now, you will be at peace."

"Must I go?" asked Catherine, stooping over him, sadly. "Do you want me to go, Linton?"

"You can't change the trouble you caused," he replied angrily, avoiding her, "you will only make it worse and make me feverish."

"So, must I go?" she asked again.

"At least, don't bother me," he said, "I can't bear to hear you talk."

She hesitated, and refused to listen to my advice to go home, and made me spend a lot of time talking about it.But he neither looked up nor said a word, and she finally made her way to the door, and I followed.

We were called back by a scream.Linton slid from his seat, and lay on the hearth-stone, writhing and wriggling like a rascal, a savage child, determined to do whatever it takes to get you dizzy.

His behavior made me see through his psychology, and I immediately saw that it would be really stupid to accommodate him.My companion was not like this. She ran back in horror, knelt down and shouted, comforted, and begged until he gradually calmed down because he couldn't breathe, but it wasn't because he was worried because he saw her anxious. disturbed.

"I'll take him to the bench," I said, "so he can roll off as he pleases. We can't stop and watch him. I hope you're satisfied, Miss Cathy, you It's not the person who can help him, nor his health, nor his attachment to you. Now, let him go! Go, he already knows that there is no one around to listen to his nonsense, and he will be quiet soon Lie still!"

She grabbed a cushion and stuffed it under his head and gave him some water.He didn't want water, and turned his head over the cushion as if it were a stone, a piece of wood.

She tried to make the cushions more comfortable.

"I can't use this one," he said, "it's not tall enough!"

Catherine grabbed another and stacked it on top.

"That's too high!" muttered the irritating thing.

"So, what am I supposed to do?" she asked desperately.

He leaned on her crookedly, because she was half-kneeling beside the chair, and he used her brow as a support.

"No, that's not okay!" I said. "You can be content with a cushion, Master Heathcliff! The lady has already wasted too much time on your behalf, we have five more minutes at most."

(End of this chapter)