Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
‘
I
should
think
so
,
’
replied
the
jolly
host
.
—
‘
My
dears
,
here
’
s
my
friend
Mr
.
Jingle
—
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
friend
,
Mr
.
Jingle
,
come
‘
pon
—
little
visit
.
’
‘
Is
anything
the
matter
with
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
Emily
,
with
great
anxiety
.
‘
Nothing
the
matter
,
ma
’
am
,
’
replied
the
stranger
.
‘
Cricket
dinner
—
glorious
party
—
capital
songs
—
old
port
—
claret
—
good
—
very
good
—
wine
,
ma
’
am
—
wine
.
’
‘
It
wasn
’
t
the
wine
,
’
murmured
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
in
a
broken
voice
.
‘
It
was
the
salmon
.
’
(
Somehow
or
other
,
it
never
is
the
wine
,
in
these
cases
.
)
‘
Hadn
’
t
they
better
go
to
bed
,
ma
’
am
?
’
inquired
Emma
.
‘
Two
of
the
boys
will
carry
the
gentlemen
upstairs
.
’
‘
I
won
’
t
go
to
bed
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
firmly
.
‘
No
living
boy
shall
carry
me
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
stoutly
;
and
he
went
on
smiling
as
before
.
‘
Hurrah
!
’
gasped
Mr
.
Winkle
faintly
.
‘
Hurrah
!
’
echoed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
taking
off
his
hat
and
dashing
it
on
the
floor
,
and
insanely
casting
his
spectacles
into
the
middle
of
the
kitchen
.
At
this
humorous
feat
he
laughed
outright
.
‘
Let
’
s
—
have
—
‘
nother
—
bottle
,
‘
cried
Mr
.
Winkle
,
commencing
in
a
very
loud
key
,
and
ending
in
a
very
faint
one
.
His
head
dropped
upon
his
breast
;
and
,
muttering
his
invincible
determination
not
to
go
to
his
bed
,
and
a
sanguinary
regret
that
he
had
not
‘
done
for
old
Tupman
’
in
the
morning
,
he
fell
fast
asleep
;
in
which
condition
he
was
borne
to
his
apartment
by
two
young
giants
under
the
personal
superintendence
of
the
fat
boy
,
to
whose
protecting
care
Mr
.
Snodgrass
shortly
afterwards
confided
his
own
person
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
accepted
the
proffered
arm
of
Mr
.
Tupman
and
quietly
disappeared
,
smiling
more
than
ever
;
and
Mr
.
Wardle
,
after
taking
as
affectionate
a
leave
of
the
whole
family
as
if
he
were
ordered
for
immediate
execution
,
consigned
to
Mr
.
Trundle
the
honour
of
conveying
him
upstairs
,
and
retired
,
with
a
very
futile
attempt
to
look
impressively
solemn
and
dignified
.
‘
What
a
shocking
scene
!
’
said
the
spinster
aunt
.
