-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Крошка Доррит
-
- Стр. 171/761
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
‘
Poor
thing
!
’
said
the
woman
.
‘
Have
you
no
feeling
,
that
you
keep
her
out
in
the
cruel
streets
at
such
a
time
as
this
?
Have
you
no
eyes
,
that
you
don
’
t
see
how
delicate
and
slender
she
is
?
Have
you
no
sense
(
you
don
’
t
look
as
if
you
had
much
)
that
you
don
’
t
take
more
pity
on
this
cold
and
trembling
little
hand
?
’
She
had
stepped
across
to
that
side
,
and
held
the
hand
between
her
own
two
,
chafing
it
.
‘
Kiss
a
poor
lost
creature
,
dear
,
’
she
said
,
bending
her
face
,
‘
and
tell
me
where
’
s
she
taking
you
.
’
Little
Dorrit
turned
towards
her
.
‘
Why
,
my
God
!
’
she
said
,
recoiling
,
‘
you
’
re
a
woman
!
’
‘
Don
’
t
mind
that
!
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
clasping
one
of
her
hands
that
had
suddenly
released
hers
.
‘
I
am
not
afraid
of
you
.
’
‘
Then
you
had
better
be
,
’
she
answered
.
‘
Have
you
no
mother
?
’
‘
No
.
’
‘
No
father
?
’
‘
Yes
,
a
very
dear
one
.
’
‘
Go
home
to
him
,
and
be
afraid
of
me
.
Let
me
go
.
Good
night
!
’
