-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Крошка Доррит
-
- Стр. 590/761
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
‘
No
!
’
he
answered
,
looking
angrily
round
;
for
he
was
moving
away
,
as
if
forgetful
of
leave
-
taking
.
‘
You
may
not
,
Amy
.
I
want
no
help
.
I
am
your
father
,
not
your
infirm
uncle
!
’
He
checked
himself
,
as
abruptly
as
he
had
broken
into
this
reply
,
and
said
,
‘
You
have
not
kissed
me
,
Amy
.
Good
night
,
my
dear
!
We
must
marry
—
ha
—
we
must
marry
you
,
now
.
’
With
that
he
went
,
more
slowly
and
more
tired
,
up
the
staircase
to
his
rooms
,
and
,
almost
as
soon
as
he
got
there
,
dismissed
his
valet
.
His
next
care
was
to
look
about
him
for
his
Paris
purchases
,
and
,
after
opening
their
cases
and
carefully
surveying
them
,
to
put
them
away
under
lock
and
key
.
After
that
,
what
with
dozing
and
what
with
castle
-
building
,
he
lost
himself
for
a
long
time
,
so
that
there
was
a
touch
of
morning
on
the
eastward
rim
of
the
desolate
Campagna
when
he
crept
to
bed
.
Mrs
General
sent
up
her
compliments
in
good
time
next
day
,
and
hoped
he
had
rested
well
after
this
fatiguing
journey
.
He
sent
down
his
compliments
,
and
begged
to
inform
Mrs
General
that
he
had
rested
very
well
indeed
,
and
was
in
high
condition
.
Nevertheless
,
he
did
not
come
forth
from
his
own
rooms
until
late
in
the
afternoon
;
and
,
although
he
then
caused
himself
to
be
magnificently
arrayed
for
a
drive
with
Mrs
General
and
his
daughter
,
his
appearance
was
scarcely
up
to
his
description
of
himself
.
As
the
family
had
no
visitors
that
day
,
its
four
members
dined
alone
together
.
He
conducted
Mrs
General
to
the
seat
at
his
right
hand
with
immense
ceremony
;
and
Little
Dorrit
could
not
but
notice
as
she
followed
with
her
uncle
,
both
that
he
was
again
elaborately
dressed
,
and
that
his
manner
towards
Mrs
General
was
very
particular
.
The
perfect
formation
of
that
accomplished
lady
’
s
surface
rendered
it
difficult
to
displace
an
atom
of
its
genteel
glaze
,
but
Little
Dorrit
thought
she
descried
a
slight
thaw
of
triumph
in
a
corner
of
her
frosty
eye
.
Notwithstanding
what
may
be
called
in
these
pages
the
Pruney
and
Prismatic
nature
of
the
family
banquet
,
Mr
Dorrit
several
times
fell
asleep
while
it
was
in
progress
.
His
fits
of
dozing
were
as
sudden
as
they
had
been
overnight
,
and
were
as
short
and
profound
.
When
the
first
of
these
slumberings
seized
him
,
Mrs
General
looked
almost
amazed
:
but
,
on
each
recurrence
of
the
symptoms
,
she
told
her
polite
beads
,
Papa
,
Potatoes
,
Poultry
,
Prunes
,
and
Prism
;
and
,
by
dint
of
going
through
that
infallible
performance
very
slowly
,
appeared
to
finish
her
rosary
at
about
the
same
time
as
Mr
Dorrit
started
from
his
sleep
.
He
was
again
painfully
aware
of
a
somnolent
tendency
in
Frederick
(
which
had
no
existence
out
of
his
own
imagination
)
,
and
after
dinner
,
when
Frederick
had
withdrawn
,
privately
apologised
to
Mrs
General
for
the
poor
man
.
‘
The
most
estimable
and
affectionate
of
brothers
,
’
he
said
,
‘
but
—
ha
,
hum
—
broken
up
altogether
.
Unhappily
,
declining
fast
.
’
‘
Mr
Frederick
,
sir
,
’
quoth
Mrs
General
,
‘
is
habitually
absent
and
drooping
,
but
let
us
hope
it
is
not
so
bad
as
that
.
’
Mr
Dorrit
,
however
,
was
determined
not
to
let
him
off
.
‘
Fast
declining
,
madam
.
A
wreck
.
A
ruin
.
Mouldering
away
before
our
eyes
.
Hum
.
Good
Frederick
!
’
‘
You
left
Mrs
Sparkler
quite
well
and
happy
,
I
trust
?
’
said
Mrs
General
,
after
heaving
a
cool
sigh
for
Frederick
.
