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标 题: Wuthering Heights 15
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Chapter 15
Another week over--and I am so many days nearer health, and spring! I have
now heard all myneighbour's history, at different sittings, as the
housekeeper could spare time from more importantoccupations. I'll
continue it in her own words, only a little condensed. She is, on the whole,
a veryfair narrator, and I don't think I could improve her style.
In the evening, she said, the evening of my visit to the Heights, I knew,
as well as if I saw him, thatMr Heathcliff was about the place; and I
shunned going out, because I still carried his letter in mypocket, and
didn't want to be threatened or teased any more. I had made up my mind
not to give ittill my master went somewhere, as I could not guess how its
receipt would affect Catherine. Theconsequence was, that it did not reach
her before the lapse of three days. The fourth was Sunday,and I brought
it into her room after the family were gone to church. There was a
manservant left tokeep the house with me, and we generally made a practice
of locking the doors during the hours ofservice; but on that occasion the
weather was so warm and pleasant that I set them wide open, and,to fulfil
my engagement, as I knew who would be coming, I told my companion that
the mistresswished very much for some oranges, and he must run over to
the village and get a few, to be paidfor on the morrow. He departed, and
I went upstairs.
Mrs Linton sat in a loose, white dress, with a light shawl over her
shoulders, in the recess of theopen window, as usual. Her thick, long hair
had been partly removed at the beginning of her illness,and now she wore
it simply combed in its natural tresses over her temples and neck.
Herappearance was altered, as I had told Heathcliff; but when she was calm,
there seemed unearthlybeauty in the change. The flash of her eyes had been
succeeded by a dreamy and melancholysoftness; they no longer gave the
impression of looking at the objects around her: they appearedalways to
gaze beyond, and far beyond--you would have said out of this world. Then
the palenessof her face--its haggard aspect having vanished as she
recovered flesh--and the peculiar expressionarising from her mental state,
though painfully suggestive of their causes, added to the
touchinginterest which she awakened; and--invariably to me, I know, and
to any person who saw her, Ishould think--refuted more tangible proofs
of convalescence, and stamped her as one doomed todecay.
A book lay spread on the sill before her, and the scarcely perceptible
wind fluttered its leaves atintervals. I believe Linton had laid it there:
for she never endeavoured to divert herself with reading,or occupation
of any kind, and he would spend many an hour in trying to entice her
attention tosome subject which had formerly been her amusement. She was
conscious of his aim, and in herbetter moods endured his efforts placidly,
only showing their uselessness by now and thensuppressing a wearied sigh,
and checking him at last with the saddest of smiles and kisses. At
othertimes, she would turn petulantly away, and hide her face in her hands,
or even push him off angrily;and then he took care to let her alone, for
he was certain of doing no good.
Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing; and the full, mellow flow of
the beck in the valley camesoothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute
for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage,which drowned that music
about the Grange when the trees were in leaf. At Wuthering Heights italways
sounded on quiet days following a great thaw or a season of steady rain.
And of WutheringHeights Catherine was thinking as she listened: that is,
if she thought or listened at all; but she hadthe vague, distant look I
mentioned before, which expressed no recognition of material things
eitherby ear or eye.
`There's a letter for you, Mrs Linton,' I said, gently inserting it in
one hand that rested on her knee.`You must read it immediately, because
it wants an answer. Shall I break the seal?'
`Yes,' she answered, without altering the direction of her eyes. I opened
it--it was very short.`Now', I continued, `read it.' She drew away her
hand, and let it fall. I replaced it in her lap, andstood waiting till
it should please her to glance down; but that movement was so long delayed
that atlast I resumed:
`Must I read it, ma'am? It is from Mr Heathcliff.'
There was a start and a troubled gleam of recollection, and a struggle
to arrange her ideas. Shelifted the letter, and seemed to peruse it; and
when she came to the signature she sighed: yet still Ifound she had not
gathered its import, for, upon my desiring to hear her reply, she merely
pointed tothe name, and gazed at me with mournful and questioning
eagerness.
`Well, he wishes to see you,' said I, guessing her need of an interpreter.
`He's in the garden by thistime, and impatient to know what answer I shall
bring.'
As I spoke, I observed a large dog lying on the sunny grass beneath raise
its ears as if about tobark, and then smoothing them back, announce, by
a wag of the tail, that someone approachedwhom it did not consider a
stranger. Mrs Linton bent forward, and listened breathlessly. The
minuteafter a step traversed the hall; the open house was too tempting
for Heathcliff to resist walking in:most likely he supposed that I was
inclined to shirk my promise, and so resolved to trust to his ownaudacity.
With straining eagerness Catherine gazed towards the entrance of her
chamber. He didnot hit the right room directly, she motioned me to admit
him, but he found it out ere I could reachthe door, and in a stride or
two was at her side, and had her grasped in his arms.
He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes, during which
period he bestowedmore kisses than ever he gave in his life before, I dare
say: but then my mistress had kissed him first,and I plainly saw that he
could hardly bear, for downright agony, to look into her face! The
sameconviction had stricken him as me, from the instant he beheld her,
that there was no prospect ofultimate recovery there--she was fated, sure
to die.
`Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?' was the first sentence he
uttered, in a tone that did notseek to disguise his despair. And now he
stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensityof his gaze
would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did
not melt.
`What now?' said Catherine, leaning back, and returning his look with
a suddenly clouded brow:her humour was a mere vane for constantly varying
caprices. `You and Edgar have broken myheart, Heathcliff! And you both
came to bewail the deed to me, as if you were the people to bepitied! I
shall not pity you, not I. You have killed me--and thriven on it, I think.
How strong youare! How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?'
Heathcliff had knelt on one knee to embrace her; he attempted to rise,
but she seized his hair, andkept him down.
`I wish I could hold you,' she continued bitterly, `till we were both
dead! I shouldn't care what yousuffered. I care nothing for your
sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Willyou
be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, ``That's
the grave ofCatherine Earnshaw. I loved her long ago, and was wretched
to lose her; but it is past. I've lovedmany others since: my children are
dearer to me than she was; and at death, I shall not rejoice that Iam going
to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!'' Will you say so,
Heathcliff?'
`Don't torture me till I am as mad as yourself,' cried he, wrenching his
head free, and grinding histeeth.
The two, to a cool spectator, made a strange and fearful picture. Well
might Catherine deem thatheaven would be a land of exile to her, unless
with her mortal body she cast away her moralcharacter also. Her present
countenance had a wild vindictiveness in its white cheek, and abloodless
lip and scintillating eye; and she retained in her closed fingers a portion
of the locks shehad been grasping. As to her companion, while raising
himself with one hand, he had taken her armwith the other; and so
inadequate was his stock of gentleness to the requirements of her
condition,that on his letting go I saw four distinct impressions left blue
in the colourless skin.
`Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued savagely, `to talk in that
manner to me when you aredying? Do you reflect that all those words will
be branded on my memory, and eating deepereternally after you have left
me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, youknow
that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for
your infernal selfishness,that while you are at peace I shall writhe in
the torments of hell?'
`I shall not be at peace,' moaned Catherine, recalled to a sense of
physical weakness by theviolent, unequal throbbing of her heart, which
beat visibly and audibly under this excess of agitation.She said nothing
further till the paroxysm was over; then she continued, more kindly--
`I'm not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish
us never to be parted: andshould a word of mine distress you hereafter,
think I feel the same distress underground, and for myown sake, forgive
me! Come here and kneel down again! You never harmed me in your life. Nay,
ifyou nurse anger, that will be worse to remember than my harsh words!
Won't you come hereagain? Do!'
Heathcliff went to the back of her chair, and leant over, but not so far
as to let her see his face,which was livid with emotion. She bent round
to look at him; he would not permit it: turningabruptly, he walked to the
fireplace, where he stood, silent, with his back towards us. Mrs
Linton'sglance followed him suspiciously: every movement woke a new
sentiment in her. After a pause anda prolonged gaze, she resumed;
addressing me in accents of indignant disappointment--
`Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the
grave. That is how I'mloved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff.
I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he'sin my soul. And', added
she, musingly, `the thing that irks me most in this shattered prison, after
all.I'm tired, tired of being enclosed here. I'm wearying to escape into
that glorious world, and to bealways there: not seeing it dimly through
tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an achingheart; but really
with it, and in it. Nelly, you think you are better and more fortunate
than I; in fullhealth and strength: you are sorry for me--very soon that
will be altered. I shall be sorry for you. Ishall be incomparably beyond
and above you all. I wonder he won't be near me!' She went on toherself.
`I thought he wished it. Heathcliff, dear! you should not be sullen now.
Do come to me,Heathcliff.'
In her eagerness she rose and supported herself on the arm of the chair.
At that earnest appeal heturned to her, looking absolutely desperate. His
eyes, wide and wet, at last flashed fiercely on her;his breast heaved
convulsively. An instant they held asunder, and then how they met I hardly
saw,but Catherine made a spring, and he caught her, and they were locked
in an embrace from which Ithought my mistress would never be released alive:
in fact, to my eyes, she seemed directlyinsensible. He flung himself into
the nearest seat, and on my approaching hurriedly to ascertain if shehad
fainted, he gnashed at me, and foamed like a mad dog, and gathered her
to him with greedyjealousy. I did not feel as if I were in the company
of a creature of my own species: it appeared thathe would not understand,
though I spoke to him; so I stood off, and held my tongue, in
greatperplexity.
A movement of Catherine's relieved me a little presently: she put up her
hand to clasp his neck, andbring her cheek to his as he held her; while
he, in return, covering her with frantic caresses, saidwildly--
`You teach me now how cruel you've been--cruel and false. Why did you
despise me? Why didyou betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word
of comfort. You deserve this. You havekilled yourself. Yes, you may kiss
me, and cry; and ring out my kisses and tears: they'll blightyou--they'll
damn you. You loved me--then what right had you to leave me? What
right--answerme--for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery
and degradation, and death, andnothing that God or Satan could inflict
would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I havenot broken your
heart--you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So
much theworse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of
living will it be when you--oh, God!would you like to live with your soul
in the grave?'
`Let me alone. let me alone,' sobbed Catherine. `If I have done wrong,
I'm dying for it. It isenough! You left me too: but I won't upbraid you!
I forgive you. Forgive me!'
`It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted
hands,' he answered. `Kissme again; and don't let me see your eyes! I
forgive what you have done to me. I love mymurderer--but yours! How can
I?'
They were silent--their faces hid against each other, and washed by each
other's tears. At least, Isuppose the weeping was on both sides; as it
seemed Heathcliff could weep on a great occasionlike this.
I grew very uncomfortable, meanwhile; for the afternoon wore fast away,
the man whom I had sentoff returned from his errand, and I could
distinguish, by the shine of the westering sun up the valley,a concourse
thickening outside Gimmerton chapel porch.
`Service is over,' I announced. `My master will be here in half an hour.'
Heathcliff groaned a curse, and strained Catherine closer: she never
moved.
Ere long I perceived a group of the servants passing up the road towards
the kitchen wing. MrLinton was not far behind; he opened the gate himself
and sauntered slowly up, probably enjoyingthe lovely afternoon that
breathed as soft as summer.
`Now he is here,' I exclaimed. `For Heaven's sake, hurry down! You'll
not meet anyone on thefront stairs. Do be quick; and stay among the trees
till he is fairly in.'
`I must go, Cathy,' said Heathcliff, seeking to extricate himself from
his companion's arms. `But if Ilive, I'll see you again before you are
asleep. I won't stray five yards from your window.'
`You must not go!' she answered, holding him as firmly as her strength
allowed. `You shall not, Itell you.'
`For one hour,' he pleaded earnestly.
`Not for one minute,' she replied.
`I must--Linton will be up immediately,' persisted the alarmed intruder.
He would have risen, and unfixed her fingers by the act--she clung fast,
gasping: there was madresolution in her face.
`No!' she shrieked. `Oh, don't, don't go. It is the last time! Edgar will
not hurt us. Heathcliff, I shalldie! I shall die!'
`Damn the fool! There he is,' cried Heathcliff, sinking back into his
seat. `Hush, my darling! Hush,hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me
so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.'
And there they were fast again. I heard my master mounting the stairs--the
cold sweat ran from myforehead: I was horrified.
`Are you going to listen to her ravings?' I said passionately. `She does
not know what she says.Will you ruin her, because she has not wit to help
herself? Get up! You could be free instantly. Thatis the most diabolical
deed that ever you did. We are all done for--master, mistress, and servant.
I wrung my hands, and cried out; Mr Linton hastened his step at the noise.
In the midst of myagitation, I was sincerely glad to observe that
Catherine's arms had fallen relaxed, and her headhung down.
`She's fainted or dead,' I thought: `so much the better. Far better that
she should be dead, thanlingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about
her.'
Edgar sprang to his unbidden guest, blanched with astonishment and rage.
What he meant to do, Icannot tell; however, the other stopped all
demonstrations, at once, by placing the lifeless lookingform in his arms.
`Look there!' he said; `unless you be a fiend, help her first--then you
shall speak to me!'
He walked into the parlour, and sat down. Mr Linton summoned me, and with
great difficulty, andafter resorting to many means, we managed to restore
her to sensation; but she was all bewildered;she sighed, and moaned, and
knew nobody. Edgar, in his anxiety for her, forgot her hated friend. Idid
not. I went, at the earliest opportunity, and besought him to depart;
affirming that Catherine wasbetter, and he should hear from me in the
morning how she passed the night.
`I shall not refuse to go out of doors,' he answered; `but I shall stay
in the garden: and, Nelly, mindyou keep your word to morrow. I shall be
under those larch trees. Mind! or I pay another visit,whether Linton be
in or not.
He sent a rapid glance through the half-open door of the chamber, and,
ascertaining that what Istated was apparently true, delivered the house
of his luckless presence.
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