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Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff's dwelling. 'Wuthering' being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun. Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones.



Before passing the threshold, I paused to admire a quantity of grotesque carving lavished over the front, and especially about the principal door; above which, among a wilderness of crumbling griffins and shameless little boys, I detected the date '1500,' and the name 'Hareton Earnshaw.' I would have made a few comments, and requested a short history of the place from the surly owner; but his attitude at the door appeared to demand my speedy entrance, or complete departure, and I had no desire to aggravate his impatience previous to inspecting the penetralium.


One step brought us into the family sitting-room, without any introductory lobby or passage: they call it here 'the house' pre- eminently. It includes kitchen and parlour, generally; but I believe at Wuthering Heights the kitchen is forced to retreat altogether into another quarter: at least I distinguished a chatter of tongues, and a clatter of culinary utensils, deep within; and I observed no signs of roasting, boiling, or baking, about the huge fireplace; nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls. One end, indeed, reflected splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes, interspersed with silver jugs and tankards, towering row after row, on a vast oak dresser, to the very roof. The latter had never been under-drawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye, except where a frame of wood laden with oatcakes and clusters of legs of beef, mutton, and ham, concealed it. Above the chimney were sundry villainous old guns, and a couple of horse-pistols: and, by way of ornament, three gaudily-painted canisters disposed along its ledge. The floor was of smooth, white stone; the chairs, high-backed, primitive structures, painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade. In an arch under the dresser reposed a huge, liver-coloured bitch pointer, surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies; and other dogs haunted other recesses.

一步就跨进到了起居室,没有会客室或是走道,这就是他们所谓的典型的“屋子”,通常包括厨房和起居室(parlour: (old-fashioned) a room in a private house for sitting in, entertaining visitors, etc.)。但是我认为,在呼啸山庄,厨房已经被被挤到另一个角落里去了。至少在尽里头,我听见了火苗劈劈啪啪的声音,还有厨房用具的碰撞声;然而在那个巨大的壁炉上,我并没有发现任何烤、煮或烘焙的迹象;也没有在墙上发现闪亮的铜制炖锅和锡制滤勺。另一头,巨大的橡木橱柜里陈列着极好的锡镴餐具,一摞一摞的都到橱顶了,折射出了非常壮观的光和热量,其间点缀着银制的水壶和酒杯。橱柜的顶没有封起来,木架结构清晰可见,让人觉得非常奇怪。风干了的燕麦饼,牛肉,羊肉还有火腿都直接挂在上面,也就遮掩了裸露出来的木头。烟囱上挂着各式各样的锈了的老式枪,以及一对马上用的大型短枪。为了起到装饰作用,三个涂得很俗气得罐子,陈列在壁架上。地板是平滑的白色石头。椅子,是高背椅,结构粗糙,被漆成了绿色,还有一两把深黑色的隐藏在阴影里。在橱柜的拱门下面,睡着一只巨大的,深褐色的母猎狗,身边围着一群嗷嗷待哺的小狗仔,其他的狗则隐藏在别处。

The apartment and furniture would have been nothing extraordinary as belonging to a homely, northern farmer, with a stubborn countenance, and stalwart limbs set out to advantage in knee- breeches and gaiters. Such an individual seated in his arm-chair, his mug of ale frothing on the round table before him, is to be seen in any circuit of five or six miles among these hills, if you go at the right time after dinner. But Mr. Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living. He is a dark- skinned gipsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentleman: that is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly, perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figure; and rather morose. Possibly, some people might suspect him of a degree of under-bred pride; I have a sympathetic chord within that tells me it is nothing of the sort: I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling - to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again. No, I'm running on too fast: I bestow my own attributes over-liberally on him. Mr. Heathcliff may have entirely dissimilar reasons for keeping his hand out of the way when he meets a would-be acquaintance, to those which actuate me. Let me hope my constitution is almost peculiar: my dear mother used to say I should never have a comfortable home; and only last summer I proved myself perfectly unworthy of one.


While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast, I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me. I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return - the sweetest of all imaginable looks. And what did I do? I confess it with shame - shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and farther; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp.

 当我在海滨享受好天气的那个月,我遇见了一个非常迷人的同伴。在我看来简直就是女神,即便她根本就没有注意到我。我并没有把我的爱意说出来,然而,如果看也是语言的话,那个笨苯的傻瓜可能已经猜出我深陷其中。她最终还是明白了我的意思,并对我回萌一望――这是可以想象到的最甜美的一望。而我做了什么呢?说出来非常羞愧―― 我又退缩成冰冷的我,就像蜗牛一样缩了回去,每一瞥都让我退缩得更远,更冷漠。直到最后,这个可怜的无辜的人儿开始怀疑她自己的感觉,深陷与她所想的误解的谜团之中,于是她说服她的妈妈和她一起匆匆离去。


By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.