-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Александр Дюма
-
- Черный тюльпан
-
- Стр. 136/292
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
On
the
following
evening
,
as
we
have
said
,
Rosa
returned
with
the
Bible
of
Cornelius
de
Witt
.
Then
began
between
the
master
and
the
pupil
one
of
those
charming
scenes
which
are
the
delight
of
the
novelist
who
has
to
describe
them
.
The
grated
window
,
the
only
opening
through
which
the
two
lovers
were
able
to
communicate
,
was
too
high
for
conveniently
reading
a
book
,
although
it
had
been
quite
convenient
for
them
to
read
each
other
's
faces
.
Rosa
therefore
had
to
press
the
open
book
against
the
grating
edgewise
,
holding
above
it
in
her
right
hand
the
lamp
,
but
Cornelius
hit
upon
the
lucky
idea
of
fixing
it
to
the
bars
,
so
as
to
afford
her
a
little
rest
.
Rosa
was
then
enabled
to
follow
with
her
finger
the
letters
and
syllables
,
which
she
was
to
spell
for
Cornelius
,
who
with
a
straw
pointed
out
the
letters
to
his
attentive
pupil
through
the
holes
of
the
grating
.
The
light
of
the
lamp
illuminated
the
rich
complexion
of
Rosa
,
her
blue
liquid
eyes
,
and
her
golden
hair
under
her
head-dress
of
gold
brocade
,
with
her
fingers
held
up
,
and
showing
in
the
blood
,
as
it
flowed
downwards
in
the
veins
that
pale
pink
hue
which
shines
before
the
light
owing
to
the
living
transparency
of
the
flesh
tint
.
Rosa
's
intellect
rapidly
developed
itself
under
the
animating
influence
of
Cornelius
,
and
when
the
difficulties
seemed
too
arduous
,
the
sympathy
of
two
loving
hearts
seemed
to
smooth
them
away
.
And
Rosa
,
after
having
returned
to
her
room
,
repeated
in
her
solitude
the
reading
lessons
,
and
at
the
same
time
recalled
all
the
delight
which
she
had
felt
whilst
receiving
them
.
One
evening
she
came
half
an
hour
later
than
usual
.
This
was
too
extraordinary
an
instance
not
to
call
forth
at
once
Cornelius
's
inquiries
after
its
cause
.
"
Oh
!
do
not
be
angry
with
me
,
"
she
said
,
"
it
is
not
my
fault
.
My
father
has
renewed
an
acquaintance
with
an
old
crony
who
used
to
visit
him
at
the
Hague
,
and
to
ask
him
to
let
him
see
the
prison
.
He
is
a
good
sort
of
fellow
,
fond
of
his
bottle
,
tells
funny
stories
,
and
moreover
is
very
free
with
his
money
,
so
as
always
to
be
ready
to
stand
a
treat
.
"
