-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Большие ожидания
-
- Стр. 328/435
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
The
stones
of
which
the
strongest
London
buildings
are
made
are
not
more
real
,
or
more
impossible
to
be
displaced
by
your
hands
,
than
your
presence
and
influence
have
been
to
me
,
there
and
everywhere
,
and
will
be
.
Estella
,
to
the
last
hour
of
my
life
,
you
cannot
choose
but
remain
part
of
my
character
,
part
of
the
little
good
in
me
,
part
of
the
evil
.
But
,
in
this
separation
,
I
associate
you
only
with
the
good
;
and
I
will
faithfully
hold
you
to
that
always
,
for
you
must
have
done
me
far
more
good
than
harm
,
let
me
feel
now
what
sharp
distress
I
may
.
O
God
bless
you
,
God
forgive
you
!
"
In
what
ecstasy
of
unhappiness
I
got
these
broken
words
out
of
myself
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
The
rhapsody
welled
up
within
me
,
like
blood
from
an
inward
wound
,
and
gushed
out
.
I
held
her
hand
to
my
lips
some
lingering
moments
,
and
so
I
left
her
.
But
ever
afterwards
,
I
remembered
—
and
soon
afterwards
with
stronger
reason
—
that
while
Estella
looked
at
me
merely
with
incredulous
wonder
,
the
spectral
figure
of
Miss
Havisham
,
her
hand
still
covering
her
heart
,
seemed
all
resolved
into
a
ghastly
stare
of
pity
and
remorse
.
All
done
,
all
gone
!
So
much
was
done
and
gone
,
that
when
I
went
out
at
the
gate
,
the
light
of
the
day
seemed
of
a
darker
color
than
when
I
went
in
.
For
a
while
,
I
hid
myself
among
some
lanes
and
by
-
paths
,
and
then
struck
off
to
walk
all
the
way
to
London
For
,
I
had
by
that
time
come
to
myself
so
far
as
to
consider
that
I
could
not
go
back
to
the
inn
and
see
Drummle
there
;
that
I
could
not
bear
to
sit
upon
the
coach
and
be
spoken
to
;
that
I
could
do
nothing
half
so
good
for
myself
as
tire
myself
out
.
It
was
past
midnight
when
I
crossed
London
Bridge
.
Pursuing
the
narrow
intricacies
of
the
streets
which
at
that
time
tended
westward
near
the
Middlesex
shore
of
the
river
,
my
readiest
access
to
the
Temple
was
close
by
the
river
-
side
,
through
Whitefriars
.
I
was
not
expected
till
to
-
morrow
;
but
I
had
my
keys
,
and
,
if
Herbert
were
gone
to
bed
,
could
get
to
bed
myself
without
disturbing
him
.
As
it
seldom
happened
that
I
came
in
at
that
Whitefriars
gate
after
the
Temple
was
closed
,
and
as
I
was
very
muddy
and
weary
,
I
did
not
take
it
ill
that
the
night
-
porter
examined
me
with
much
attention
as
he
held
the
gate
a
little
way
open
for
me
to
pass
in
.
To
help
his
memory
I
mentioned
my
name
.
"
I
was
not
quite
sure
,
sir
,
but
I
thought
so
.
Here
’
s
a
note
,
sir
.
The
messenger
that
brought
it
,
said
would
you
be
so
good
as
read
it
by
my
lantern
?
"
Much
surprised
by
the
request
,
I
took
the
note
.
It
was
directed
to
Philip
Pip
,
Esquire
,
and
on
the
top
of
the
superscription
were
the
words
,
"
PLEASE
READ
THIS
,
HERE
.
"
I
opened
it
,
the
watchman
holding
up
his
light
,
and
read
inside
,
in
Wemmick
’
s
writing
—
"
DON
’
T
GO
HOME
.
"
Turning
from
the
Temple
gate
as
soon
as
I
had
read
the
warning
,
I
made
the
best
of
my
way
to
Fleet
Street
,
and
there
got
a
late
hackney
chariot
and
drove
to
the
Hummums
in
Covent
Garden
.
In
those
times
a
bed
was
always
to
be
got
there
at
any
hour
of
the
night
,
and
the
chamberlain
,
letting
me
in
at
his
ready
wicket
,
lighted
the
candle
next
in
order
on
his
shelf
,
and
showed
me
straight
into
the
bedroom
next
in
order
on
his
list
.
It
was
a
sort
of
vault
on
the
ground
floor
at
the
back
,
with
a
despotic
monster
of
a
four
-
post
bedstead
in
it
,
straddling
over
the
whole
place
,
putting
one
of
his
arbitrary
legs
into
the
fireplace
and
another
into
the
doorway
,
and
squeezing
the
wretched
little
washing
-
stand
in
quite
a
Divinely
Righteous
manner
.
