-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Лавка древностей
-
- Стр. 302/459
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
‘
Perhaps
you
’
d
like
a
bit
of
cake
’
—
said
Dick
,
at
last
turning
to
the
dwarf
.
‘
You
’
re
quite
welcome
to
it
.
You
ought
to
be
,
for
it
’
s
of
your
making
.
’
‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
said
Quilp
.
Mr
Swiveller
replied
by
taking
from
his
pocket
a
small
and
very
greasy
parcel
,
slowly
unfolding
it
,
and
displaying
a
little
slab
of
plum
-
cake
extremely
indigestible
in
appearance
,
and
bordered
with
a
paste
of
white
sugar
an
inch
and
a
half
deep
.
‘
What
should
you
say
this
was
?
’
demanded
Mr
Swiveller
.
‘
It
looks
like
bride
-
cake
,
’
replied
the
dwarf
,
grinning
.
‘
And
whose
should
you
say
it
was
?
’
inquired
Mr
Swiveller
,
rubbing
the
pastry
against
his
nose
with
a
dreadful
calmness
.
‘
Whose
?
’
‘
Not
—
’
‘
Yes
,
’
said
Dick
,
‘
the
same
.
You
needn
’
t
mention
her
name
.
There
’
s
no
such
name
now
.
Her
name
is
Cheggs
now
,
Sophy
Cheggs
.
Yet
loved
I
as
man
never
loved
that
hadn
’
t
wooden
legs
,
and
my
heart
,
my
heart
is
breaking
for
the
love
of
Sophy
Cheggs
.
’
With
this
extemporary
adaptation
of
a
popular
ballad
to
the
distressing
circumstances
of
his
own
case
,
Mr
Swiveller
folded
up
the
parcel
again
,
beat
it
very
flat
between
the
palms
of
his
hands
,
thrust
it
into
his
breast
,
buttoned
his
coat
over
it
,
and
folded
his
arms
upon
the
whole
.
