-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба
-
- Стр. 538/859
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
‘
It
’
s
only
a
handle
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Dowler
,
‘
the
wire
’
s
broken
.
’
‘
I
wish
the
servants
’
heads
wos
,
’
growled
the
long
man
.
‘
I
must
trouble
you
to
knock
again
,
if
you
please
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Dowler
,
with
the
utmost
politeness
.
The
short
man
did
knock
again
several
times
,
without
producing
the
smallest
effect
.
The
tall
man
,
growing
very
impatient
,
then
relieved
him
,
and
kept
on
perpetually
knocking
double
-
knocks
of
two
loud
knocks
each
,
like
an
insane
postman
.
At
length
Mr
.
Winkle
began
to
dream
that
he
was
at
a
club
,
and
that
the
members
being
very
refractory
,
the
chairman
was
obliged
to
hammer
the
table
a
good
deal
to
preserve
order
;
then
he
had
a
confused
notion
of
an
auction
room
where
there
were
no
bidders
,
and
the
auctioneer
was
buying
everything
in
;
and
ultimately
he
began
to
think
it
just
within
the
bounds
of
possibility
that
somebody
might
be
knocking
at
the
street
door
.
To
make
quite
certain
,
however
,
he
remained
quiet
in
bed
for
ten
minutes
or
so
,
and
listened
;
and
when
he
had
counted
two
or
three
-
and
-
thirty
knocks
,
he
felt
quite
satisfied
,
and
gave
himself
a
great
deal
of
credit
for
being
so
wakeful
.
‘
Rap
rap
-
rap
rap
-
rap
rap
-
ra
,
ra
,
ra
,
ra
,
ra
,
rap
!
’
went
the
knocker
.
Mr
.
Winkle
jumped
out
of
bed
,
wondering
very
much
what
could
possibly
be
the
matter
,
and
hastily
putting
on
his
stockings
and
slippers
,
folded
his
dressing
-
gown
round
him
,
lighted
a
flat
candle
from
the
rush
-
light
that
was
burning
in
the
fireplace
,
and
hurried
downstairs
.
‘
Here
’
s
somebody
comin
’
at
last
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
the
short
chairman
.
‘
I
wish
I
wos
behind
him
vith
a
bradawl
,
’
muttered
the
long
one
.
‘
Who
’
s
there
?
’
cried
Mr
.
Winkle
,
undoing
the
chain
.
