求呼啸山庄 经典语句 英文版同上

求呼啸山庄 经典语句 英文版同上
求呼啸山庄 经典语句 英文版
同上

求呼啸山庄 经典语句 英文版同上
Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold.I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire,instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights.On coming up from dinner,however (N.B.I dine between twelve and one o'clock; the housekeeper,a matronly lady,taken as a fixture along with the house,could not,or would not,comprehend my request that I might be served at five),on mounting the stairs with this lazy intention,and stepping into the room,I saw a servant girl on her knees surrounded by brushes and coal-scuttles,and raising an infernal dust as she extinguished the flames with heaps of cinders.This spectacle drove me back immediately; I took my hat,and,after a four-miles' walk,arrived at Heathcliff's garden gate just in time to escape the first feathery flakes of a snow shower.
On that bleak hill top the earth was hard with a black frost,and the air made me shiver through every limb.Being unable to remove the chain,I jumped over,and,running up the flagged causeway bordered with straggling gooseberry bushes,knocked vainly for admittance,till my knuckles tingled and the dogs howled.
`Wretched inmates!' I ejaculated mentally,`you deserve perpetual isolation from your species for your churlish inhospitality.At least,I would not keep my doors barred in the day time.I don't care--I will get in!' So resolved,I grasped the latch and shook it vehemently.Vinegar-faced Joseph projected his head from a round window of the barn.
`Whet are ye for?' he shouted.`T' maister's dahn i' t' fowld.Go rahnd by th' end ut' laith,if yah went tuh spake tull him.'
`Is there nobody inside to open the door?' I hallooed,responsively.
`They's nobbut t' missis; and shoo'll nut oppen't an ye mak yer flaysome dins till neeght.'
`Why?Cannot you tell her who I am,eh,Joseph?'
`Nor-ne me!Aw'll hae noa hend wi't,' muttered the head,vanishing.
The snow began to drive thickly.I seized the handle to essay another trial; when a young man without coat,and shouldering a pitchfork,appeared in the yard behind.He hailed me to follow him,and,after marching through a wash-house,and a paved area containing a coal shed,pump,and pigeon cot,we at length arrived in the huge,warm,cheerful apartment,where I was formerly received.It glowed delightfully in the radiance of an immense fire,compounded of coal,peat,and wood; and near the table,laid for a plentiful evening meal,I was pleased to observe the `missis',an individual whose existence I had never previously suspected.I bowed and waited,thinking she would bid me take a seat.She looked at me,leaning back in her chair,and remained motionless and mute.
`Rough weather!' I remarked.`I'm afraid,Mrs Heathcliff,the door must bear the consequence of your servants' leisure attendance:I had hard work to make them hear me.'
She never opened her mouth.I stared--she stared also:at any rate,she kept her eyes on me in a cool,regardless manner,exceedingly embarrassing and disagreeable.
`Sit down,' said the young man gruffly.`He'll be in soon.