-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Крошка Доррит
-
- Стр. 407/761
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
‘
Sir
,
she
is
peerless
.
They
are
still
in
the
first
year
of
their
marriage
.
They
are
still
partly
on
a
marriage
,
and
partly
on
an
artistic
,
tour
.
’
‘
Your
friend
is
an
artist
,
sir
?
’
The
gentleman
replied
by
kissing
the
fingers
of
his
right
hand
,
and
wafting
the
kiss
the
length
of
his
arm
towards
Heaven
.
As
who
should
say
,
I
devote
him
to
the
celestial
Powers
as
an
immortal
artist
!
‘
But
he
is
a
man
of
family
,
’
he
added
.
‘
His
connections
are
of
the
best
.
He
is
more
than
an
artist
:
he
is
highly
connected
.
He
may
,
in
effect
,
have
repudiated
his
connections
,
proudly
,
impatiently
,
sarcastically
(
I
make
the
concession
of
both
words
)
;
but
he
has
them
.
Sparks
that
have
been
struck
out
during
our
intercourse
have
shown
me
this
.
’
‘
Well
!
I
hope
,
’
said
the
lofty
gentleman
,
with
the
air
of
finally
disposing
of
the
subject
,
‘
that
the
lady
’
s
indisposition
may
be
only
temporary
.
’
‘
Sir
,
I
hope
so
.
’
‘
Mere
fatigue
,
I
dare
say
.
’
‘
Not
altogether
mere
fatigue
,
sir
,
for
her
mule
stumbled
to
-
day
,
and
she
fell
from
the
saddle
.
She
fell
lightly
,
and
was
up
again
without
assistance
,
and
rode
from
us
laughing
;
but
she
complained
towards
evening
of
a
slight
bruise
in
the
side
.
She
spoke
of
it
more
than
once
,
as
we
followed
your
party
up
the
mountain
.
’
The
head
of
the
large
retinue
,
who
was
gracious
but
not
familiar
,
appeared
by
this
time
to
think
that
he
had
condescended
more
than
enough
.
He
said
no
more
,
and
there
was
silence
for
some
quarter
of
an
hour
until
supper
appeared
.
