-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Оливер Твист
-
- Стр. 18/420
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
'
Hold
your
tongue
,
Beadle
,
'
said
the
second
old
gentleman
,
when
Mr.
Bumble
had
given
vent
to
this
compound
adjective
.
'
I
beg
your
worship
's
pardon
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
incredulous
of
having
heard
aright
.
'
Did
your
worship
speak
to
me
?
'
'
Yes
.
Hold
your
tongue
.
'
Mr.
Bumble
was
stupefied
with
astonishment
.
A
beadle
ordered
to
hold
his
tongue
!
A
moral
revolution
!
The
old
gentleman
in
the
tortoise-shell
spectacles
looked
at
his
companion
,
he
nodded
significantly
.
'
We
refuse
to
sanction
these
indentures
,
'
said
the
old
gentleman
:
tossing
aside
the
piece
of
parchment
as
he
spoke
.
'
I
hope
,
'
stammered
Mr.
Limbkins
:
'
I
hope
the
magistrates
will
not
form
the
opinion
that
the
authorities
have
been
guilty
of
any
improper
conduct
,
on
the
unsupported
testimony
of
a
child
.
'
'
The
magistrates
are
not
called
upon
to
pronounce
any
opinion
on
the
matter
,
'
said
the
second
old
gentleman
sharply
.
'
Take
the
boy
back
to
the
workhouse
,
and
treat
him
kindly
.
He
seems
to
want
it
.
'
That
same
evening
,
the
gentleman
in
the
white
waistcoat
most
positively
and
decidedly
affirmed
,
not
only
that
Oliver
would
be
hung
,
but
that
he
would
be
drawn
and
quartered
into
the
bargain
.
Mr.
Bumble
shook
his
head
with
gloomy
mystery
,
and
said
he
wished
he
might
come
to
good
;
whereunto
Mr.
Gamfield
replied
,
that
he
wished
he
might
come
to
him
;
which
,
although
he
agreed
with
the
beadle
in
most
matters
,
would
seem
to
be
a
wish
of
a
totaly
opposite
description
.
