Wuthering Heights

• Posted by Wen Wei November 8, 2022 - Filed in Arts & Culture - 483 views

  It was summer, and it was a very dark night. The clouds gathered like a thunderstorm, and I said we had better sit down: the coming rain would certainly bring him home without further trouble. But Catherine could not be persuaded to calm down. She lingered back and forth from the gate to the door of the house, so excited that she refused to rest for a moment, and finally stopped at a wall near the road. There, in spite of my advice, in spite of the rumbling of the thunder, and the heavy drops of rain that began to fall around her, she stayed there, crying and listening, and then crying loudly. Hareton, or any child for that Matt, could not have bettered this burst of wail. About midnight, while we were still sitting, the storm rumbled menacingly over the heights. There was a gust of wind and a burst of thunder. I don't know whether it was the wind or the thunder that cut down a tree in the corner of the house. A thick tree trunk fell on the roof, knocking down a piece of the east chimney and bringing a large pile of stones and soot into the kitchen fire. We thought lightning had fallen among us, and Joseph knelt down and prayed that the Lord would not forget Noah and Lot. And, as before, though he would strike down the ungodly,whirlpool bathtub manufacturers, he would forgive the innocent. I also have a little feeling that this must be the referee for us. Jonah, in my heart, is Mr Earnshaw. I shook the handle of his cabin door to see if he was still alive. He answered feebly, and made my companion shout more loudly than before, as if to draw a line between a saint like himself and a sinner like his master. But twenty minutes later the disturbance was over, leaving us all safe and sound. But Cathy, drenched by her obstinate refusal to shelter from the rain,jacuzzi swim spa, stood without a bonnet or shawl, letting the rain seep through her hair and clothes. She came in, lying on the high-backed chair, dripping with water, with her face to the back of the chair and her hands in front of her face. Noah, see Genesis 6, 7, 8, and 9 of the Old Testament of the Bible. God's wrath sent a flood on the earth, and Noah was inspired by God to build an ark and put his house and all kinds of poultry in it to avoid disaster. Lot, nephew of Abraham, in Genesis 19 of the Old Testament. There was once a city called Sodom by the sea of the dead. It is said in the Bible that the people of the city were so sinful that a great fire fell from heaven and burned it. Lot survived when the city was destroyed. Jonah-Jonah, see Jonah 1 of the Old Testament of the Bible. When Jonah disobeyed God and fled in a boat, God sent a great wind that blew him into the sea, outdoor whirlpool ,jacuzzi suppliers, where he was swallowed up by a giant fish and trapped in its belly for three days and nights. All right, miss! I cried, touching her shoulder. You're not determined to die, are you? Do you know what time it is? It's half past twelve. Come on! Go to bed. There's no need to wait for that silly boy. He must have gone to Gimmerton, and he must be living there now. He guessed that we would not be awake for him so late; at least he guessed that only Mr Hindley would be up, and that he would prefer to avoid having the master open the door to him. 'No, no, he won't be at Gimmerton, 'said Joseph. I think he must have fallen at the bottom of the mud. This disaster from heaven is not indifferent. I want you to see, miss-it's you next time. Thank God for everything! Everything worked together for their own good, as if picked out of the trash! You know what the Bible says — He began to quote several scriptures, pointing out the chapters and asking us to look them up. I begged the obstinate girl to get up and change her wet clothes, but in vain, I had to go away and leave her praying and trembling, and I took Hareton to bed myself. Little Hareton slept so soundly, as if everyone around him were asleep. Later I heard Joseph read the Bible for a while. Then I could hear his slow steps as he climbed the ladder, and then I fell asleep. I came down a little later than usual, and, leaning against the sunshine that came through the shutters, I saw Miss Catherine still sitting in the fireplace. The door of the hall was still ajar, and light came in through the unclosed window. Hindley had come out, and stood on the kitchen hearth, haggard and drowsy. "What makes you sad, Cathy?" He was saying when I came in. You look as miserable as a drowned puppy. Child, why are you so confused and pale? "I'm wet," she replied reluctantly, "and I'm cold, that's all." "Oh, how naughty she is!" I said aloud, seeing that the master was quite sober. "She was in the rain last night, and she sat all night, and I couldn't persuade her to move." Mr Earnshaw looked at us in surprise. All night, "he repeated," what kept her awake? Of course, you're not afraid of thunder, are you? The thunder stopped a few hours ago. Neither of us wanted to mention Heathcliff's disappearance as long as we could, so I answered, I don't know how she remembered to sit up, and she said nothing. The morning air was fresh and cool. I opened the window, and the room was filled with the sweet aroma from the garden. But Catherine called to me angrily, 'Ellen, close the window. I'm freezing to death! She moved closer to the almost extinct ashes, huddled up,endless swimming pool, her teeth chattering. She's ill, 'said Hindley, taking her wrist;' and I suppose it's because she won't go to bed. Unlucky! I don't want any more trouble here when people are sick. Why are you out in the rain? 。 monalisa.com