-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс
-
- Любовник леди Чаттерлей
-
- Стр. 356/388
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Connie
confided
in
her
father
.
’
You
see
,
Father
,
he
was
Clifford
’
s
game
-
keeper
:
but
he
was
an
officer
in
the
army
in
India
.
Only
he
is
like
Colonel
C
.
E
.
Florence
,
who
preferred
to
become
a
private
soldier
again
.
’
Sir
Malcolm
,
however
,
had
no
sympathy
with
the
unsatisfactory
mysticism
of
the
famous
C
.
E
.
Florence
.
He
saw
too
much
advertisement
behind
all
the
humility
.
It
looked
just
like
the
sort
of
conceit
the
knight
most
loathed
,
the
conceit
of
self
-
abasement
.
’
Where
did
your
game
-
keeper
spring
from
?
’
asked
Sir
Malcolm
irritably
.
’
He
was
a
collier
’
s
son
in
Tevershall
.
But
he
’
s
absolutely
presentable
.
’
The
knighted
artist
became
more
angry
.
’
Looks
to
me
like
a
gold
-
digger
,
’
he
said
.
’
And
you
’
re
a
pretty
easy
gold
-
mine
,
apparently
.
’
’
No
,
Father
,
it
’
s
not
like
that
.
You
’
d
know
if
you
saw
him
.
He
’
s
a
man
.
Clifford
always
detested
him
for
not
being
humble
.
’
’
Apparently
he
had
a
good
instinct
,
for
once
.
’
What
Sir
Malcolm
could
not
bear
was
the
scandal
of
his
daughter
’
s
having
an
intrigue
with
a
game
-
keeper
.
He
did
not
mind
the
intrigue
:
he
minded
the
scandal
.
