作者：(英)艾米莉·勃朗特
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床头灯英语5000词纯英文：呼啸山庄试读：
人物关系表
Mr. Earnshaw 恩萧先生：呼啸山庄的老主人。
Heathcliff 希斯克里夫：故事的主人公。
Catherine Earnshaw 凯瑟琳·恩萧：昵称凯茜（Cathy），恩萧先生的女儿。
Hindley Earnshaw 辛德利·恩萧：恩萧先生的儿子。
Edgar Linton 艾德加·林顿：画眉山庄的少爷。
Isabella Linton 伊莎贝拉·林顿：艾德加·林顿少爷的妹妹。
Ellen (Nelly) Dean 艾伦（耐莉）·迪恩：呼啸山庄原来的女管家。
Catherine Linton 凯瑟琳·林顿：凯瑟琳·恩萧和艾德加·林顿的女儿。
Hareton Earnshaw 哈里顿·恩萧：辛德利的儿子。
Linton Heathcliff 林顿·希斯克里夫：希斯克里夫和伊莎贝拉的儿子。
Mr. Lockwood 洛克乌德先生：希斯克里夫的房客。
故事梗概
在十八世纪末到十九世纪初的一个英国小镇上，居住着两个古老的家族，呼啸山庄的恩萧家族和画眉山庄的林顿家族。
一次，老恩萧先生外出从利物浦带回来一个孤儿，作为养子，取名为希斯克里夫。从一开始，恩萧先生的儿子辛德利少爷就仇视这个捡来的孩子，而希斯克里夫也倚仗老恩萧对他的宠爱跟辛德利明争暗斗。所以，愤怒之火从小就在他们两人的心中点燃并逐渐升腾。但是，辛德利的妹妹凯瑟琳却与希斯克里夫之间产生了很深的感情。老恩萧先生死后，辛德利成为一家之主，开始虐待希斯克里夫，把他贬为仆人，还坚决反对他跟凯瑟琳在一起。希斯克里夫忍受着种种痛苦，却在心里埋下了更深的仇恨，也同时造就了他那种野蛮、狂暴的性格。
凯瑟琳长大后，因为社会地位的悬殊，再加上虚荣心的驱使，她不愿向希斯克里夫表白爱情，更不想嫁给他，而是私下答应了嫁给画眉山庄的艾德加·林顿少爷。但是她内心却是爱着希斯克里夫的。一次，她正向管家迪恩太太诉说痛苦的时候，被希斯克里夫偷听到，希斯克里夫因此愤然出走，而寻他不着的凯瑟琳在艾德加父母死去三年之后，终于嫁给了艾德加·林顿少爷。
几年以后，一副上等人派头的希斯克里夫卷土重来，他精心策划，下决心报复夺走他爱情和幸福的人。先以诱赌的方式使好赌成性的辛德利破了产，从而攫取了呼啸山庄。后又骗取了艾德加的妹妹依莎贝拉的爱情，企图靠婚姻的纽带最终占有画眉山庄。在他的恶毒计划之下，凯瑟琳、辛德利、依莎贝拉和艾德加相继死去。但他并不满足，把目标放在了下一代身上，辛德利的儿子哈里顿和艾德加的女儿凯茜都无辜蒙受了痛苦。希斯克里夫甚至对自己的亲骨肉林顿·希斯克里夫也不放过，因为这孩子身上有一半林顿家族的血统。希斯克里夫把他作为达到自己目的一种工具，使这个先天不足的孩子过早地离开了人世。
希斯克里夫最终通过种种卑鄙的手段成为了两个山庄的主人，可以对其仇人的后代进一步实施报复了。但他内心似乎突然有了一种顿悟，感到报仇不但未给他带来预期的快乐，反倒让他的心灵备受煎熬。终于，他厌倦了这种长久的复仇生活，一心向往着到另一个世界去与亲爱的凯瑟琳长相厮守。在受够了这种心灵的煎熬之后，在一个凄风冷雨的夜晚，希斯克里夫在自己的房间令人惨不忍睹地结束了自己的生命，从而也结束了这个令人神伤的悲剧故事。CHAPTER 1
1801 —— I have just returned from a visit to my landlord's home —— the solitary neighbour in this quiet and beautiful land! In all England, I do not believe anyone else could be as removed from society as this Mr. Heathcliff. My landlord and I are quite the unsuitable pair. He looked at me with a look of cold suspicion when I arrived to greet him.
“Mr. Heathcliff?”I asked.
A nod was the answer.
“Mr. Lockwood, your new tenant, sir. I have come to meet you as soon as possible after my arrival, to thank you for allowing me to stay at Thrushcross Grange——”
“Come in if you are going to,”he interrupted, looking rather upset at seeing a stranger at his door.
I followed him in silence, and soon met Joseph, the old man serving as his servant.
“No wonder the grass grows long and the home looks worn, with only this elderly man to tend to the house matters,”I thought to myself as I entered.
Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff's property.“Wuthering”being a rural adjective describing the atmosphere of agitation, forever exposed to stormy weather and suffering. Fortunately, the house is strong, with narrow, but thick windows.
Before passing through the doorway, I paused to admire the many carvings in the door. The main one, looking as if it had been done by children, showed the date,“1500,”and the name,“Hareton Earnshaw.”I would have asked a few questions about the writing, but my host's attitude at the door appeared to demand my speedy entrance, or complete departure, and I had no desire to upset him further with silly questions.
One step brought us into the family sitting room. As I entered, I heard people's voices and the sound of utensils clattering. I observed no signs of roasting, boiling, or baking at the huge fireplace, nor any other pots or pans on the wall nearby. Above the chimney were old guns, while the floor was made of smooth, white stone. The chairs, high-backed primitive structures, painted green, and in the corner of the room, a great hunting dog, surrounded by crying puppies.
The apartment and furniture looked to be that of a poor northern farmer. Mr. Heathcliff, however, looked nothing like a poor northern farmer. This cold old man is a dark-skinned, reserved gentleman, rather in contrast to his rural style of living. He is a tall and handsome figure, but looks sorrowful. I know that his reserved manner does not allow him to show his love and hate, as all emotions are hidden. No, I'm rushing; perhaps Mr. Heathcliff has other hidden reasons for such reserved behaviour, which will be explained.
As I entered, I thought briefly of the month of fine weather I enjoyed at the seacoast, thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real woman in my eyes, as long as she did not notice me. I never told her I was in love with her, but my looks explained my feelings. She understood my feelings at last, and gave me the sweetest looks in return. And what did I do? I must say with shame——I began to ignore her, leaving her to believe she was mistaken about my feelings towards her. Finally, the poor innocent girl was overwhelmed with confusion, and soon persuaded her mother they should leave the seacoast. Since then, I have been known as being nothing but heartless.
I took a seat at the end of the fireplace, facing my silent landlord. The mother left her pups to come to me, curious at this new visitor. My touch angered her, and she immediately let out a yell.
“You'd better leave the dog alone,”shouted Mr. Heathcliff.“She's not a pet.”Then, turning to a side door, he shouted again.
“Joseph!”
Joseph said something quietly from cellar, but did not come to his master. So, his master ran to him, leaving me face-to-face with the angry dog and her pups. After turning away from them, I sat perfectly still, hoping not to be bitten by the angry little dogs. The angry mother then jumped on my knee, followed by a number of her naughty little ones. I felt bites at my feet and coat, and yelled for someone to help.
Mr. Heathcliff and his old servant came up from the cellar with a look of confused calm. I don't think they moved one second faster than usual, though I was screaming loudly for assistance.
Happily, a hearty woman came out of the kitchen holding a frying pan, using that weapon and her yelling to defend me. The attack then ended quickly, and she only remained when she saw Mr. Heathcliff enter.
“What is the matter?”he asked, looking at me with great annoyance.
“Your angry pups attacked me. You might as well leave a stranger with tigers; perhaps they would be more safe than with your hunting dogs.”
“They won't bother with people who don't touch them,”he remarked.“The dogs are right to be watchful. Now, take a glass of wine.”
“No, thank you.”
“They haven't bitten you, have they?”
“If they had, I would have attacked them in return.”
Heathcliff then smiled quietly.
“You are bothered, Mr. Lockwood. Here, take a little wine. We rarely have guests that my dogs and I hardly know how to greet them!”
I bowed and received the wine, realising that I should not be foolish and angry about some poor angry pups. Besides, I noticed that my landlord seemed to enjoy watching me get upset, and I no longer wished to be his amusement.
He relaxed, perhaps realising he should not offend a good tenant. That evening, I discovered him to be intelligent, and before I went home, I decided I would go for another visit the following day. He evidently did not wish for me to return to disturb his peace. I shall go, however. It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself to be in comparison with him.注释
removed［ri'muːvd］ adj. 离开的，远离…的no wonder 难怪…，无怪乎…rural［'rurəl］ adj. 乡村的，田园的agitation［æʤi'teiʃən］ n. 激动，烦乱utensil［juː'tensl］ n. 器具rush［rʌʃ］ v. 匆忙，仓促CHAPTER 2
Yesterday afternoon was misty and cold. I had planned to stay home by the fireplace, but instead wandered to Wuthering Heights. As I went, I shivered in the cold, and walked quickly to the house. I knocked on the door till my hands were in pain, and the dogs yelled.
“You deserve to be isolated for your childish inhospitality, but I don't care——I will get in!”
I then began knocking again, louder than before. A few moments after, unfriendly Joseph looked out a round window from the barn.
“What do you want?”he shouted.“The master's not at home, and the lady of the house won't let you in.”
“Cannot you tell her who I am, Joseph?”
“No, not me! I'll have nothing to do with it!”he yelled before leaving the window.
The snow was now quite thick, and I was about to knock on the door again when a young man without a coat appeared in the door behind. He told me to follow him, and we marched around the house and into the huge warm, cheerful apartment where I had sat during my first visit. The room glowed delightfully in the light of the fire. Near the table was a plentiful evening meal, and I was pleased to see the lady of the house, who I had not observed during my first visit. I bowed and waited, thinking she would invite me to sit down. She looked at me, leaning back in her chair, and remained silent.
“Rough weather!”I remarked.“I afraid, Mrs. Heathcliff, your servants have neglected their duties at the door, I had a difficult time making them hear me!”
She never opened her mouth. I stared——she stared also. She watched me with a cool, regardless matter, quite embarrassing and disagreeable.
“Sit down,”said the young man roughly.“He'll be in soon.”
I obeyed.
“A beautiful animal!”I said as the hunting dog came near.“Do you intend to keep the little ones, madam?”
“They are not mine,”said the unfriendly hostess, giving me a much colder reply than Heathcliff himself could have given.“You should not have come out,”she said as she stood up.
Now, I could see her whole figure in the light. She was slender, and apparently hardly past girlhood, and a delicate little face that I admired: very fair with a small nose and mouth, curly golden hair hanging on her tender neck. If she had been an agreeable young woman, would have had lovely eyes, but with her strange manner, I saw only anger and desperation.
A few minutes later, I was relieved when Heathcliff walked in.
“You see, sir, I have come as I promised!”I exclaimed cheerfully,“and I am afraid that I shall be forced to stay for another half an hour, as the weather has worsened.”
“Half an hour?”he said.“Why did you decide to come for a visit during a snow storm? You could get lost in the darkness. People familiar with this area often lose their way during such storms.”
“Perhaps one of your servants can lead me back to the Grange, and he could return in the morning——could you spare me one?”
“No, I could not.”
“Oh, well, I must trust myself, then.”
“Are you going to make the tea?”he yelled at the young lady.
“Will he have any?”she asked, pointing to me.
“Get it ready, will you?”was the answer, yelled roughly. I was shocked at such anger, and no longer felt Heathcliff to be a good fellow.
When the preparations were finished, he invited me with——“Now, sir, come over here,”he said, as the young man and woman came to the table for tea, all three looking nothing but angry.
“It is strange,”I began, hoping to cheer them up,“how customs can change our tastes and opinions——most could not imagine such a life as this, so quiet, away from society. Yet, I must say that to be surrounded by your family, and with your friendly wife——”
“My friendly wife!”he interrupted with an angry look.“Where is she—— my friendly wife?”
“Mrs. Heathcliff, your wife.”
“Well, yes! She has become a spirit, and forever guards Wuthering Heights, even when her body is gone. Is that what you mean?”
I then realised that this young woman was not his young wife, but rather a daughter. I should have realised there was too great a difference between their ages for a marriage. One was about forty, and the other, was quite a young woman. I then knew, with great shame and embarrassment, that this young idiot boy was this girl's husband. Heathcliff, junior, of course. This young girl has been thrown away upon that fool, not realising there were better individuals elsewhere! A sad pity!
“Mrs. Heathcliff is my daughter-in-law,”said Heathcliff. He turned as he spoke to the girl with a look of hatred.
“Ah, certainly——I understand now. You are the recipient of this beautiful young woman,”I said as I turned to this fool boy.
“You are wrong, sir!”observed the old Heathcliff.“Neither of us is married to this young lady; her husband is dead. I said she was my daughter-in-law, therefore, she must have married my son.”
“And this young man is——”
“Not my son, certainly!”
Heathcliff smiled again at my confusion.
“My name is Hareton Earnshaw,”said the boy coldly,“and I hope you will show respect to me while here.”
“I did not mean to disrespect you,”I replied, quite amused at his dignity while speaking his name.
He looked at me for several moments. I began to feel quite awkward in that unpleasant family circle. I realised I must be quite cautious in what I said.After the meal was concluded in silence, I went to the window to examine the weather.
A sorrowful sight I saw: dark night coming down unusually quickly as the snow thickened on the cold, unfriendly ground.
“I don't think it is possible for me to get home now, without a guide,”I exclaimed.“The roads will be buried by the snow.”
“Hareton, take the sheep into the barn, they'll be covered in snow if left outside all night,”said Heathcliff.
“What must I do?”I continued, with increasing anxiety. There was no reply to my question.
“Mrs. Heathcliff,”I began again,“you must excuse me for troubling you, but can you tell me the way back to my home. It is already dark, and I will not be able to see. I have no more idea how to get there than you do on how to get to London!”
“Take the road you came on,”she answered as she sat down in a chair nearby.“It is brief advice, but it is the best I can give.”
“Then, if you hear of me being discovered dead in the snow, you would not feel that it is partly your fault?”
“How so? I cannot take you back. They would never let me.”
“You! No, I do not want you to show me the way, but rather tell me how to return, or else persuade Mr. Heathcliff to give me a guide.”
“Who, there is no one to take you back, only himself, Earnshaw, Zillah, Joseph, and I. Which one would you choose?”
“There are no boys working at the farm?”
“No, those are all.”
“Then, I must stay here for the night.”
“You must speak to your host about that.”
“I hope you will no longer make long journeys in this area,”cried Heathcliff from the kitchen entrance.“I don't keep rooms for visitors. You must share a bed with Hareton or Joseph if you do stay.”
“I can sleep on a chair in this room,”I replied.
“No, no! A stranger is a stranger, whether rich or poor. I will not allow a stranger to go anywhere in the house while I am asleep!”responded Heathcliff loudly.
With this insult, I was no longer able to be patient. I then walked quickly outside, passing Earnshaw as I did. It was so dark that I could see no road to take.
“I'll go with him as far as the park,”said the young man.
“You will not go with him!”exclaimed Heathcliff.“And who will watch the horses while you are gone?”
“A man's life is more important than watching the horses for one evening. Somebody must go,”said Mrs. Heathcliff quietly, more kindly than I expected.
I then noticed Joseph sitting nearby milking the cows. He had a lantern with him, which I grabbed quickly, calling out that I would return it in the morning, and I rushed away.
“Master, Master, he's stealing the lantern!”shouted the old servant.
As I began walking through the gate, two terrible looking dogs ran to me, holding me down with their horrible jaws. I was now angrier than ever, and terribly humiliated at seeing old Heathcliff laugh. Fortunately, the beasts did not intend to hurt me, but rather held me down till their hurtful owner allowed me to be freed. Instead of assisting me, however, he continued to laugh, while I lay there under those great beasts. One person, however, came to my aid. This was Zillah, the servant. She thought the dogs had hurt me, and she yelled for them to leave me.
“Well, Mr. Earnshaw,”she cried.“Are we going to murder visitors? Look at the poor boy, he's almost choking! You mustn't act this way. Come in, and I'll help you.”
With these words, she suddenly threw icy water down my neck and pulled me into the kitchen. Mr. Heathcliff followed, but his entertainment was now over, and his face quickly turned to a frown again.
I was sick and dizzy, and therefore, forced to stay for the night, but somewhat relieved when taken to bed.注释
inhospitality［'inˌhɔspi'tæliti］ n. 冷淡，冷漠disagreeable［ˌdisə'griəbl］ adj. 不愉快的，厌恶的Grange［greinʤ］ n. 农庄，这里指画眉山庄，以下同recipient［ri'sipiənt］ n. 接受者，容纳者hurtful［'həːtful］ adj. 有害的，造成伤害的CHAPTER 3
While taking me upstairs, Zillah warned that I should hide the candle and remain quiet, as she was taking me into a spare room old Heathcliff rarely allowed people to enter.
I asked the reason.
She did not know, she answered, as she had only lived there a year or two, and they had so many strange habits in that house that she did not wish to know the reason.
Too confused to be curious myself, I looked around the room quickly for a bed. The room's furniture consisted of a chair, a large bookcase, and an odd-looking sofa near the window.
I quickly settled in on the sofa, determined to forget the night's odd events. I looked at the bookcase, and noticed writings scratched into the wood. This writing, I saw, was the name, Catherine Earnshaw, written many times over, varying from Catherine Heathcliff to Catherine Linton, then to Catherine Earnshaw again. I closed my eyes, but could not sleep. I opened a book, then another, and another, before finally discovering a diary of this unknown Catherine. I was quite amused, and began to read the child-like handwriting.
“An awful Sunday!”began the paragraph.“I wish my father were back again. Hindley is an awful substitute. He treats Heathcliff terribly. Heathcliff and I are going to rebel. All day had been flooding with rain; we could not go to church, so Joseph had to get everyone together upstairs, while Hindley and his wife sat comfortably together downstairs next to the warm fire, doing anything but praying. Heathcliff and myself were forced to go upstairs in the freezing attic. We hoped that if Joseph shivered with cold, too, he would allow us to return to the fireplace, but he did not. We were there for three hours! On Sunday evenings, we used to be permitted to play, if we did not make much noise, but now we must be perfectly silent, so as not to upset Hindley the tyrant. I had not known that Hindley would ever make me cry so much as he has lately! Poor Heathcliff! Hindley calls him worthless, and won't let him sit with us, nor eat with us any longer; and he says Heathcliff and I must not play together. He blames my father for treating Heathcliff too well——”
I began to fall asleep as I read this mysterious child's words. Soon, I was asleep. Perhaps because of bad tea and a bad situation, I slept terribly that night.
I dreamt that the next morning had come and I was leaving to return home, with Joseph for a guide. The snow was thick and we had difficulty on the path. I awoke to the sound of strong wind blowing the branches of the trees onto the window, but was determined that I would sleep that night.
“I must stop this sound!”I said to myself, as I stretched an arm out to catch the branch. Instead, however, my hand held onto the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand!
I was horrified, and tried to pull back my arm, but the hand continued to hold on.
“Let me in——let me in!”said a mysterious voice.
“Who are you?”I asked, still trying to remove my arm.
“Catherine Linton,”it replied quietly.“I've come home; I'd lost my way, but I've come home!”
As it spoke, I saw a small child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel, and as I realised the child would not release my arm, I pulled the wrist onto the broken window, rubbing it back and forth till the blood ran down.“Let me in!”the child continued, almost maddening me with fear.
“How can I?”I said.“Let me go, if you want me to let you in!”
The fingers relaxed, I pulled my hand in, but continued to hear the voice.
“I'll never let you in, even if you beg for twenty years,”I exclaimed with great fear in my voice.
“It has been twenty years,”said the voice quietly,“twenty years. I've been waiting for twenty years!”
Soon enough, I heard footsteps outside the room, then saw the angry face of Heathcliff.
“Is anyone here?”he asked, not expecting anyone to be in the room.
I looked at him, his face quite pale and his hands shaking with fear.
“It is only your guest, sir,”I called out.“I was having a terrible dream, I'm sorry I disturbed you.”
“You, Mr. Lockwood! Who brought you to this room? Who was it, I should fire that person immediately!”
“It was your servant, Zillah,”I replied.“I think you should fire her, Mr. Heathcliff, after she brought me to this terrible room. This room is
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