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.I declined; telling himplainly that his strange talk and manner frightened me, and I had neither thenerve nor the will to be his companion alone. I believe you think me a fiend, he said, with his dismal laugh: something toohorrible to live under a decent roof. Then turning to Catherine, who was there,and who drew behind me at his approach, he added, half sneeringly, Will youcome, chuck? I ll not hurt you.No! to you I ve made myself worse than thedevil.Well, there is one who won t shrink from my company! By God! she srelentless.Oh, damn it! It s unutterably too much for flesh and blood to beareven mine.He solicited the society of no one more.At dusk he went into his chamber.Through the whole night, and far into the morning, we heard him groaning andmurmuring to himself.Hareton was anxious to enter; but I bid him fetch Mr.Kenneth, and he should go in and see him.When he came, and I requestedadmittance and tried to open the door, I found it locked; and Heathcliff bid usbe damned.He was better, and would be left alone; so the doctor went away.The following evening was very wet: indeed, it poured down till day-dawn; and,as I took my morning walk round the house, I observed the master s windowswinging open, and the rain driving straight in.He cannot be in bed, I thought:those showers would drench him through.He must either be up or out.But I llmake no more ado, I ll go boldly and look.Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key, I ran to unclose thepanels, for the chamber was vacant; quickly pushing them aside, I peeped in.Mr.Heathcliff was there laid on his back.His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, Istarted; and then he seemed to smile.I could not think him dead: but his faceand throat were washed with rain; the bed-clothes dripped, and he was perfectlystill.The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill;no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I coulddoubt no more: he was dead and stark! I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried toclose his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultationbefore any one else beheld it.They would not shut: they seemed to sneer at myattempts; and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too! Taken withanother fit of cowardice, I cried out for Joseph.Joseph shuffled up and made anoise, but resolutely refused to meddle with him. Th divil s harried off his soul, he cried, and he may hev his carcass into tbargin, for aught I care! Ech! what a wicked un he looks, girning at death! andthe old sinner grinned in mockery.I thought he intended to cut a caper roundthe bed; but suddenly composing himself, he fell on his knees, and raised hishands, and returned thanks that the lawful master and the ancient stock wererestored to their rights.I felt stunned by the awful event; and my memory unavoidably recurred toformer times with a sort of oppressive sadness.But poor Hareton, the mostwronged, was the only one who really suffered much.He sat by the corpse allnight, weeping in bitter earnest.He pressed its hand, and kissed the sarcastic,savage face that every one else shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned himwith that strong grief which springs naturally from a generous heart, though it betough as tempered steel.Mr.Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of what disorder the master died.Iconcealed the fact of his having swallowed nothing for four days, fearing it mightlead to trouble, and then, I am persuaded, he did not abstain on purpose: it wasthe consequence of his strange illness, not the cause.We buried him, to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood, as he wished.Earnshaw and I, the sexton, and six men to carry the coffin, comprehended thewhole attendance.The six men departed when they had let it down into thegrave: we stayed to see it covered.Hareton, with a streaming face, dug green sods,and laid them over the brown mould himself: at present it is as smooth andverdant as its companion mounds and I hope its tenant sleeps as soundly.Butthe country folks, if you ask them, would swear on the Bible that he walks: thereare those who speak to having met him near the church, and on the moor, andeven within this house.Idle tales, you ll say, and so say I.Yet that old man bythe kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on em looking out of his chamberwindow on every rainy night since his death: and an odd thing happened to meabout a month ago [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I declined; telling himplainly that his strange talk and manner frightened me, and I had neither thenerve nor the will to be his companion alone. I believe you think me a fiend, he said, with his dismal laugh: something toohorrible to live under a decent roof. Then turning to Catherine, who was there,and who drew behind me at his approach, he added, half sneeringly, Will youcome, chuck? I ll not hurt you.No! to you I ve made myself worse than thedevil.Well, there is one who won t shrink from my company! By God! she srelentless.Oh, damn it! It s unutterably too much for flesh and blood to beareven mine.He solicited the society of no one more.At dusk he went into his chamber.Through the whole night, and far into the morning, we heard him groaning andmurmuring to himself.Hareton was anxious to enter; but I bid him fetch Mr.Kenneth, and he should go in and see him.When he came, and I requestedadmittance and tried to open the door, I found it locked; and Heathcliff bid usbe damned.He was better, and would be left alone; so the doctor went away.The following evening was very wet: indeed, it poured down till day-dawn; and,as I took my morning walk round the house, I observed the master s windowswinging open, and the rain driving straight in.He cannot be in bed, I thought:those showers would drench him through.He must either be up or out.But I llmake no more ado, I ll go boldly and look.Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key, I ran to unclose thepanels, for the chamber was vacant; quickly pushing them aside, I peeped in.Mr.Heathcliff was there laid on his back.His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, Istarted; and then he seemed to smile.I could not think him dead: but his faceand throat were washed with rain; the bed-clothes dripped, and he was perfectlystill.The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill;no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I coulddoubt no more: he was dead and stark! I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried toclose his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultationbefore any one else beheld it.They would not shut: they seemed to sneer at myattempts; and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too! Taken withanother fit of cowardice, I cried out for Joseph.Joseph shuffled up and made anoise, but resolutely refused to meddle with him. Th divil s harried off his soul, he cried, and he may hev his carcass into tbargin, for aught I care! Ech! what a wicked un he looks, girning at death! andthe old sinner grinned in mockery.I thought he intended to cut a caper roundthe bed; but suddenly composing himself, he fell on his knees, and raised hishands, and returned thanks that the lawful master and the ancient stock wererestored to their rights.I felt stunned by the awful event; and my memory unavoidably recurred toformer times with a sort of oppressive sadness.But poor Hareton, the mostwronged, was the only one who really suffered much.He sat by the corpse allnight, weeping in bitter earnest.He pressed its hand, and kissed the sarcastic,savage face that every one else shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned himwith that strong grief which springs naturally from a generous heart, though it betough as tempered steel.Mr.Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of what disorder the master died.Iconcealed the fact of his having swallowed nothing for four days, fearing it mightlead to trouble, and then, I am persuaded, he did not abstain on purpose: it wasthe consequence of his strange illness, not the cause.We buried him, to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood, as he wished.Earnshaw and I, the sexton, and six men to carry the coffin, comprehended thewhole attendance.The six men departed when they had let it down into thegrave: we stayed to see it covered.Hareton, with a streaming face, dug green sods,and laid them over the brown mould himself: at present it is as smooth andverdant as its companion mounds and I hope its tenant sleeps as soundly.Butthe country folks, if you ask them, would swear on the Bible that he walks: thereare those who speak to having met him near the church, and on the moor, andeven within this house.Idle tales, you ll say, and so say I.Yet that old man bythe kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on em looking out of his chamberwindow on every rainy night since his death: and an odd thing happened to meabout a month ago [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]