Wuthering Heights / Грозовой перевал. Уровень 3. Эмили Бронте

my sake, you must be friends now. Shall I tell him to come up?'

      I descended and found Heathcliff. He was waiting under the porch, evidently anticipating an invitation to enter. He followed my guidance without waste of words, and I ushered him into the presence of the master and mistress. Their flushed cheeks betrayed signs of warm talking. But the lady's glowed with another feeling when her friend appeared at the door. She sprang forward, took both his hands, and led him to Linton. Then she seized Linton's reluctant fingers and crushed them into his.

      Now I was amazed, more than ever, to behold the transformation of Heathcliff. He has become a tall, athletic, well-formed man. Beside him my master seemed quite slender and youth-like. A half-civilised ferocity lurked yet in the depressed brows and eyes full of black fire, but it was subdued. Heathcliff dropped his slight hand, and stood looking at him coolly till he chose to speak.