1. Cumbres Borrascosas - Audiolibro

Parte I

Capítulo 1
El señor Lockwood llega a Cumbres Borrascosas, una aislada casa en los páramos, y conoce al hosco Heathcliff y sus extraños sirvientes.

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Episode Transcript

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Hey. I' m Pandora.I' m going to start reading the
book" Summaries Borsques" of EmilBrown Law. This reading is natural and
without addition, because I will discoverthe book with you chapter one. I
have returned to the moment of visitingmy landlord and I am already aware that
this lonely neighbor is going to worryme about more than one cause in this

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beautiful country that no misanthrope could havefound more pleasant in all of England.
Mr Hell' s Cliff and Iwould have made an ideal couple of companions,
because that man seemed extraordinary to meand that did not show reparation in
the spontaneous sympathy that inspired me.On the contrary, he put his fingers

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deeper into the pockets of his vestand his eyes disappeared between his eyelids.
When he heard me pronounce my nameand ask him Mr Heathcliff he nodded his
head. I' m Lockwood,your new tenant. I have visited him
to tell him that I suppose thatmy insistence on renting the tordos farm will
not have caused him any trouble,since the house is mine he responded by

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turning away from me. I wouldn' t have gotten anyone to bother me
about them. If that' swhat I wanted, Pasi resounded that pass
between teeth with air as if hewanted to send me to the devil.
He didn' t even knock onthe door to confirm what he was saying.
This he made so that I wouldresolve to enter interested by that subject,

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apparently more reserved than myself and asmy horse pushed the barrier, he
released the chain of the door andpreceded me with twisting appearance towards the courtyard,
where he told Gritos Joseph take thislord' s horse and Danos came.
Since both orders were addressed to asingle created, I judged that all
servitude was reduced to him. Thus, between the tiles of the courtyard they

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measured herbs and the hedges were uncutonly by biting their leaves by the cattle.
Joseph was a man in the army, though healthy and strong. He
threw a counter. God is goodfor us, and while he was taking
the horse, he looked at mewith such evilness that he impelled divine help

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to digest the food well and notbecause of my presence at the house where
Mr Heathcliff lived, it was calleddrunken peaks. In the local dialect.
The name translated well the rigors thatthe wind unleashed there. When there was
a storm ventilation there was no shortage. No doubt it was noticed how much
the air was beating at the inclinationof nearby pine trees and in the fact

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that the scrubs were bending in onesense, as if they were spousing before
the sun. The building was solidwith thick walls, judging by the depths
of the windows and protected by largecanton guards. Standing by I looked at
the façade ornaments on the door,an inscription that said Harritton aar Shaw.

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1, 500 strangely shaped butcher birdsand children in lascivious postures framed the inscription.
Although I would have liked to commenton everything with the rude owner of
the house, I did not wantto increase the impatience that seemed to show.
As he looked at me from thedoor as if to urge me to

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come in at once or leave ina hallway. We arrive at the living
room that in the region always callthe house and the one that does not
precede other pieces. That room usuallyincludes dining room and kitchen, but I
didn' t see kitchen or bettersaid, I didn' t hear a
sign that in the huge lace stewsnothing, but at a dark angle there

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was a rumor of puppies. Thewalls did not hang pots or kitchen utensils.
In a corner stood an oak sideboardwith large rows of dishes, without
missing jars and pots of plant.On top of the stand there were oatmeal
cakes and curing profiles of oatmeal.They were hanging over the chimney of old
shotguns with rusty cannons and some bowguns. There were three colorful jars of

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wine on top of the marble.The floor was made of smooth, white
stone. There were old- fashionedchairs painted green with high backs. Dogs
snuggled in the corners, a femalewith her cubs hiding under the sideboard.
It was all very proper. Inlove with one of the peasants of the
region, people Recia, Tosca,with short panties and gaiters. Those wings

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and those men sitting in it beforea jar of sparkling beer abound in the
country more. Heathcliff contrasted a lotwith the atmosphere. He looked like a
gypsy, but he had the waysand clothes of a distinguished man and,
although somewhat careless in his clothing,his type was upright and gallant to me

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that many would take him for prideand rude and that, however, it
should not be either. For ors tirs. I imagined his reserve,
daughter of the desire to hide hisfeelings, he should know, disguise his
hatreds and sympathies and judge impertinently whowould be allowed to manifest his own.
It is likely that I will venturea lot by attributing my own character to

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my landlord. Perhaps he would haggleat his hand, the occasional friend for
very different reasons. Maybe my characteris unique. My mother used to tell
me that I would never have ahappy home and what happened to me last
summer seems to agree with my parentbecause, finding myself on a beach where
I spent a month, I meta beautiful woman, really sorcerer, although

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I didn' t tell her ifit' s true that my eyes should
betray my madness for her. Theyoung woman noticed it and reciprocated me with
a very sweet look and that Idid declared ashamed, that I rectified,
that I sank into myself like asnail in her shell and that every look
of the young woman made me gofurther away until she was probably arranged by

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my attitude and, assuming I hadsuffered a mistake, persuaded her mother to
leave those blizzards and changes have earnedme a cruel fame without anyone, being
myself, knowing how much error thereis in it. Heathcliff and I sat
quietly in front of the bitch's chimney. Getting away from her cubs.

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“ He approached me, frowned andshowed his white teeth when I wanted
to caress her,” Heathcliff said, grunting at the pearl with another grunt
and giving him a kick. He' s not caressed or got it for
that. Incorporate yourself into a sidedoor and screamed Joseph. José mumbled something

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at the bottom of the cellar.He didn' t show up any more.
Then his master came looking for him. I was alone with the bitch
and two other mastines who looked atme intently. I didn' t move
afraid of their fangs, but Ithought the mimicry wouldn' t bother them
and I made a few faces.It was a very unfortunate occurrence, because

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Mrs Bitch, offended without a doubtby one of my gestures, rushed over
my pants, I repelled her andhurried to take refuge. After the table,
an act that put into action theentire canine army up to six demons
on four legs converged from all cornersin the center of the room. My

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heels and my Levite skirts were themost attacked. I wanted to defend myself
with the larceny of the light,but it wasn' t enough and I
had to ask for help with avoice on my neck. Heathcliff and Joseph
went up in desperate calm. Theroom was a hell of a barking and
screaming, but they didn' trush anything at all. Fortunately, a

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roll created came faster to the redskirts, the cheeks, by the proximity
of the stove, of the useof all the arms and in the hand
a frying pan thanks to whose blowsaccompanied by several of ours, calmed in
the act of the storm. WhenHeathcliff came in, she waved like the

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ocean after a hurricane, camped inthe middle of the room.“ What
the hell is going on,”my landlord asked in tone to judge intolerable
after such an inhospitable event of devils. It' s the fault. I
answered the devil pigs of the gospelsshould not lock up more evil spirits than
their dogs. Mr Heathcliff, leavinga stranger among them is the same as

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leaving him among a flock of tigers. They never mess with anyone who doesn
' t bother them. He said. The dogs' mission is to keep
an eye on a glass of wine. No thanks, he' s been
bitten. In that case you wouldhave known him, for what I would
have done to get bitten.“Wow, he replaced Heathcliff with a grimace.

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Don' t get excited, siror drink some wine in this house
there are usually so few visitors thatneither my dogs nor I are right to
receive them as they deserve their health. Realizing that it would be absurd to
formalize myself by the aggression of ferociousdogs, I calmed down and corresponded to
the toast. Besides, I figuredmy landlord was mocking me and I didn

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' t want to give him anymore irrision reasons about him. He must
have judged foolish the treatment so badto a good tenant and, showing himself
somewhat less concise, he began totalk about the inconvenient advantages of the house
he had given me, which hecertainly found interesting to me. I heard

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that I spoke with good judgment anddecided to tell him that I would repeat
my visit the next day and evenif he did not show any enthusiasm when
he heard it, I decided toreturn it seems a lie to me to
check the friend of the social treatmentthat I am by comparison to the owner
of my house