This time, I remembered I was lying in the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind, and the driving of the snow; I heard, also, the fir bough repeat its teasing sound, and ascribed it to the right cause: but it annoyed me so much, that I resolved to silence it, if possible; and, I thought, I rose and endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the staple: a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. 'I must stop it, nevertheless!' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in - let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself.

這次，我記得，我躺在橡木壁櫥里，并且很清晰的聽見外面的大風，還有被風吹的雪的聲音。我聽著，還是，冷杉還是不斷發(fā)出煩人的聲音，認為是它造就了這些。我實在是受不了它了，覺得要讓它安靜下來，如果可能的話。想著，我就站起來，費力想推開窗扉。我醒的時候看見窗扣是和臺子焊在一起的，但是忘記了?！安还茉趺礃?，我都要制止它！”我自言自語，用我的手砸碎玻璃，把手伸出去，想要抓住主干；但是，我抓到的確實一只小小的，冰冷的手！我立即覺得毛骨悚然，試圖講手縮回來，但是那只手卻抓住不放，一個最憂郁的聲音嗚咽道，“讓我進去， 讓我進去！” “你是誰？”我問，同時掙扎著，想脫身。

'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of LINTON? I had read EARNSHAW twenty times for Linton) - 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!' As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, 'Let me in!' and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost maddening me with fear. 'How can I!' I said at length. 'Let ME go, if you want me to let you in!' The fingers relaxed, I snatched mine through the hole, hurriedly piled the books up in a pyramid against it, and stopped my ears to exclude the lamentable prayer. I seemed to keep them closed above a quarter of an hour; yet, the instant I listened again, there was the doleful cry moaning on!

“凱瑟琳·林頓，”它回答道，聲音顫抖（為什么我會想林頓呢？我讀到的恩肖是林頓的二十倍之多），“我回家，但是我在野外迷路了！”在它說話的時候，我模糊的看見了一個孩子般的臉透過窗戶往里看?？謶肿屛易兊臍埲蹋l(fā)現掙扎擺脫不了這個東西，我把它的手腕壓在破了的窗戶上，來回的摩擦直到血流下來，浸濕了床褥，但是它還是哀求，“讓我進去！”，還是緊緊的抓著不放，恐懼幾乎讓我瘋狂。“我怎么讓你進來！”最后我說，“如果你想讓我放你進來的話，先放開我。”手指松開了，我從洞里把手縮回來，立即把書堆成金字塔形狀堵在洞口，并將耳朵捂起來，不想在聽見那煩人的哀求。我似乎讓它停止了一刻鐘，然而當我再聽的時候，那個哀求還在不停的哀求。

'Begone!' I shouted. 'I'll never let you in, not if you beg for twenty years.' 'It is twenty years,' mourned the voice: 'twenty years. I've been a waif for twenty years!' Thereat began a feeble scratching outside, and the pile of books moved as if thrust forward. I tried to jump up; but could not stir a limb; and so yelled aloud, in a frenzy of fright. To my confusion, I discovered the yell was not ideal: hasty footsteps approached my chamber door; somebody pushed it open, with a vigorous hand, and a light glimmered through the squares at the top of the bed. I sat shuddering yet, and wiping the perspiration from my forehead: the intruder appeared to hesitate, and muttered to himself. At last, he said, in a half-whisper, plainly not expecting an answer, 'Is any one here?' I considered it best to confess my presence; for I knew Heathcliff's accents, and feared he might search further, if I kept quiet. With this intention, I turned and opened the panels. I shall not soon forget the effect my action produced.

“走開！”我叫道，“我永遠都不會讓你進來的，就算你乞求二十年也沒有用的。”“是二十年了，”那個哀怨的聲音說道，“二十年，我已經二十年無家可歸了！”話畢，外面響起了微弱的抓的聲音，那堆書也動起來，仿佛有東西要進來了。我試圖跳起來，腳卻動不了；于是，我大聲的叫，極其恐懼的叫。讓我迷惑的是，我發(fā)現，叫并不是理想的方式。急促的腳步靠近我的房門，有人用力推開門，微弱的燈光透過床上頂部的格子照了進來。我還發(fā)抖的坐著，擦去頭上的汗。來人似乎有些懷疑，自言自語。最后，他用近乎耳語的聲音問道，“有人在嗎？”并沒有期待有人回答。我覺得最好還是承認我的存在，因為我聽出是希斯克利夫的聲音，也擔心如果我部說話，他可能會繼續(xù)找下去。思定，我轉身打開擋板。我將永遠部會忘記我的動作產生的效果。