-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Эмили Бронте
-
- Грозовой перевал
-
- Стр. 134/227
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Well
,
"
replied
I
,
"
I
hope
you
'll
be
kind
to
the
boy
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
or
you
'll
not
keep
him
long
;
and
he
's
all
you
have
akin
in
the
wide
world
,
that
you
will
ever
know
--
remember
.
"
"
I
'll
be
very
kind
to
him
,
you
need
n't
fear
,
"
he
said
,
laughing
.
"
Only
nobody
else
must
be
kind
to
him
:
I
'm
jealous
of
monopolising
his
affection
.
And
,
to
begin
my
kindness
,
Joseph
,
bring
the
lad
some
breakfast
.
Hareton
,
you
infernal
calf
,
begone
to
your
work
.
Yes
,
Nell
,
"
he
added
,
when
they
had
departed
,
"
my
son
is
prospective
owner
of
your
place
,
and
I
should
not
wish
him
to
die
till
I
was
certain
of
being
his
successor
.
Besides
he
's
mine
,
and
I
want
the
triumph
of
seeing
my
descendant
fairly
lord
of
their
estates
:
my
child
hiring
their
children
to
till
their
father
's
land
for
wages
.
That
is
the
sole
consideration
which
can
make
me
endure
the
whelp
:
I
despise
him
for
himself
,
and
hate
him
for
the
memories
he
revives
!
But
that
consideration
is
sufficient
:
he
's
as
safe
with
me
,
and
shall
be
tended
as
carefully
as
your
master
tends
his
own
.
I
have
a
room
upstairs
,
furnished
for
him
in
handsome
style
:
I
've
engaged
a
tutor
,
also
,
to
come
three
times
a
week
,
from
twenty
miles
distance
,
to
teach
him
what
he
pleases
to
learn
.
I
've
ordered
Hareton
to
obey
him
;
and
in
fact
I
've
arranged
everything
with
a
view
to
preserve
the
superior
and
the
gentleman
in
him
above
his
associates
.
I
do
regret
,
however
,
that
he
so
little
deserves
the
trouble
:
if
I
wished
any
blessing
in
the
world
it
was
to
find
him
a
worthy
object
of
pride
;
and
I
'm
bitterly
disappointed
with
the
whey-faced
whining
wretch
!
"
While
he
was
speaking
,
Joseph
returned
,
bearing
a
basin
of
milk-porridge
,
and
placed
it
before
Linton
;
who
stirred
round
the
homely
mess
with
a
look
of
aversion
,
and
affirmed
that
he
could
not
eat
it
.
I
saw
the
old
manservant
shared
largely
in
his
master
's
scorn
of
the
child
;
though
he
was
compelled
to
retain
the
sentiment
in
his
heart
,
because
Heathcliff
plainly
meant
his
underlings
to
hold
him
in
honour
.
"
Can
not
ate
it
?
"
repeated
he
,
peering
in
Linton
's
face
,
and
subduing
his
voice
to
a
whisper
,
for
fear
of
being
overheard
.
"
But
Maister
Hareton
nivir
ate
naught
else
,
when
he
wer
a
little
un
;
and
what
wer
gooid
eneugh
for
him
's
good
eneugh
for
ye
,
I
's
rayther
think
!
"
"
I
sha
n't
eat
it
!
"
answered
Linton
snappishly
.
"
Take
it
away
.
"
Joseph
snatched
up
the
food
indignantly
,
and
brought
it
to
us
.
"
Is
there
aught
ails
th
'
victuals
?
"
he
asked
thrusting
the
tray
under
Heathcliff
's
nose
.
"
What
should
all
them
?
"
he
said
.
