-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба
-
- Стр. 156/859
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
what
do
you
think
?
’
‘
Oh
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
trembling
with
agitation
,
‘
you
’
re
very
kind
,
sir
.
’
‘
It
’
ll
save
you
a
good
deal
of
trouble
,
won
’
t
it
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Oh
,
I
never
thought
anything
of
the
trouble
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Bardell
;
‘
and
,
of
course
,
I
should
take
more
trouble
to
please
you
then
,
than
ever
;
but
it
is
so
kind
of
you
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
to
have
so
much
consideration
for
my
loneliness
.
’
‘
Ah
,
to
be
sure
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
I
never
thought
of
that
.
When
I
am
in
town
,
you
’
ll
always
have
somebody
to
sit
with
you
.
To
be
sure
,
so
you
will
.
’
‘
I
am
sure
I
ought
to
be
a
very
happy
woman
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
And
your
little
boy
—
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Bless
his
heart
!
’
interposed
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
with
a
maternal
sob
.
‘
He
,
too
,
will
have
a
companion
,
’
resumed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
a
lively
one
,
who
’
ll
teach
him
,
I
’
ll
be
bound
,
more
tricks
in
a
week
than
he
would
ever
learn
in
a
year
.
’
And
Mr
.
Pickwick
smiled
placidly
.
‘
Oh
,
you
dear
—
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
started
.
