-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Крошка Доррит
-
- Стр. 144/761
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
said
the
short
dark
man
.
‘
I
have
not
heard
that
anything
is
the
matter
,
’
returned
Clennam
.
‘
Where
’
s
Mr
Casby
?
’
asked
the
short
dark
man
,
looking
about
.
‘
He
will
be
here
directly
,
if
you
want
him
.
’
‘
I
want
him
?
’
said
the
short
dark
man
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
?
’
This
elicited
a
word
or
two
of
explanation
from
Clennam
,
during
the
delivery
of
which
the
short
dark
man
held
his
breath
and
looked
at
him
.
He
was
dressed
in
black
and
rusty
iron
grey
;
had
jet
black
beads
of
eyes
;
a
scrubby
little
black
chin
;
wiry
black
hair
striking
out
from
his
head
in
prongs
,
like
forks
or
hair
-
pins
;
and
a
complexion
that
was
very
dingy
by
nature
,
or
very
dirty
by
art
,
or
a
compound
of
nature
and
art
.
He
had
dirty
hands
and
dirty
broken
nails
,
and
looked
as
if
he
had
been
in
the
coals
;
he
was
in
a
perspiration
,
and
snorted
and
sniffed
and
puffed
and
blew
,
like
a
little
labouring
steam
-
engine
.
‘
Oh
!
’
said
he
,
when
Arthur
told
him
how
he
came
to
be
there
.
‘
Very
well
.
That
’
s
right
.
If
he
should
ask
for
Pancks
,
will
you
be
so
good
as
to
say
that
Pancks
is
come
in
?
’
And
so
,
with
a
snort
and
a
puff
,
he
worked
out
by
another
door
.
Now
,
in
the
old
days
at
home
,
certain
audacious
doubts
respecting
the
last
of
the
Patriarchs
,
which
were
afloat
in
the
air
,
had
,
by
some
forgotten
means
,
come
in
contact
with
Arthur
’
s
sensorium
.
He
was
aware
of
motes
and
specks
of
suspicion
in
the
atmosphere
of
that
time
;
seen
through
which
medium
,
Christopher
Casby
was
a
mere
Inn
signpost
,
without
any
Inn
—
an
invitation
to
rest
and
be
thankful
,
when
there
was
no
place
to
put
up
at
,
and
nothing
whatever
to
be
thankful
for
.
He
knew
that
some
of
these
specks
even
represented
Christopher
as
capable
of
harbouring
designs
in
‘
that
head
,
’
and
as
being
a
crafty
impostor
.
Other
motes
there
were
which
showed
him
as
a
heavy
,
selfish
,
drifting
Booby
,
who
,
having
stumbled
,
in
the
course
of
his
unwieldy
jostlings
against
other
men
,
on
the
discovery
that
to
get
through
life
with
ease
and
credit
,
he
had
but
to
hold
his
tongue
,
keep
the
bald
part
of
his
head
well
polished
,
and
leave
his
hair
alone
,
had
had
just
cunning
enough
to
seize
the
idea
and
stick
to
it
.
It
was
said
that
his
being
town
-
agent
to
Lord
Decimus
Tite
Barnacle
was
referable
,
not
to
his
having
the
least
business
capacity
,
but
to
his
looking
so
supremely
benignant
that
nobody
could
suppose
the
property
screwed
or
jobbed
under
such
a
man
;
also
,
that
for
similar
reasons
he
now
got
more
money
out
of
his
own
wretched
lettings
,
unquestioned
,
than
anybody
with
a
less
nobby
and
less
shining
crown
could
possibly
have
done
.
In
a
word
,
it
was
represented
(
Clennam
called
to
mind
,
alone
in
the
ticking
parlour
)
that
many
people
select
their
models
,
much
as
the
painters
,
just
now
mentioned
,
select
theirs
;
and
that
,
whereas
in
the
Royal
Academy
some
evil
old
ruffian
of
a
Dog
-
stealer
will
annually
be
found
embodying
all
the
cardinal
virtues
,
on
account
of
his
eyelashes
,
or
his
chin
,
or
his
legs
(
thereby
planting
thorns
of
confusion
in
the
breasts
of
the
more
observant
students
of
nature
)
,
so
,
in
the
great
social
Exhibition
,
accessories
are
often
accepted
in
lieu
of
the
internal
character
.
