-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джек Лондон
-
- Межзвёздный скиталец
-
- Стр. 57/210
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
He
stopped
abruptly
at
the
threshold
.
"
The
time
for
thinking
is
past
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
decision
I
came
for
.
"
"
I
will
think
the
matter
over
,
"
I
repeated
,
then
added
,
as
afterthought
:
"
If
the
lady
's
plans
do
not
accord
with
mine
,
then
mayhap
the
plans
of
your
master
may
fruit
as
he
desires
.
For
remember
,
priest
,
he
is
no
master
of
mine
.
"
"
You
do
not
know
my
master
,
"
he
said
solemnly
.
"
Nor
do
I
wish
to
know
him
,
"
I
retorted
.
And
I
listened
to
the
lithe
,
light
step
of
the
little
intriguing
priest
go
down
the
creaking
stairs
.
Did
I
go
into
the
minutiæ
of
detail
of
all
that
I
saw
this
half
a
day
and
half
a
night
that
I
was
Count
Guillaume
de
Sainte-Maure
,
not
ten
books
the
size
of
this
I
am
writing
could
contain
the
totality
of
the
matter
.
Much
I
shall
skip
;
in
fact
,
I
shall
skip
almost
all
;
for
never
yet
have
I
heard
of
a
condemned
man
being
reprieved
in
order
that
he
might
complete
his
memoirs
--
at
least
,
not
in
California
.
When
I
rode
out
in
Paris
that
day
it
was
the
Paris
of
centuries
agone
.
The
narrow
streets
were
an
unsanitary
scandal
of
filth
and
slime
.
But
I
must
skip
.
And
skip
I
shall
,
all
of
the
afternoon
's
events
,
all
of
the
ride
outside
the
walls
,
of
the
grand
fête
given
by
Hugh
de
Meung
,
of
the
feasting
and
the
drinking
in
which
I
took
little
part
.
Only
of
the
end
of
the
adventure
will
I
write
,
which
begins
with
where
I
stood
jesting
with
Philippa
herself
--
ah
,
dear
God
,
she
was
wondrous
beautiful
.
A
great
lady
--
ay
,
but
before
that
,
and
after
that
,
and
always
,
a
woman
.
We
laughed
and
jested
lightly
enough
,
as
about
us
jostled
the
merry
throng
;
but
under
our
jesting
was
the
deep
earnestness
of
man
and
woman
well
advanced
across
the
threshold
of
love
and
yet
not
too
sure
each
of
the
other
.
I
shall
not
describe
her
.
She
was
small
,
exquisitely
slender
--
but
there
,
I
am
describing
her
.
In
brief
,
she
was
the
one
woman
in
the
world
for
me
,
and
little
I
recked
the
long
arm
of
that
gray
old
man
in
Rome
could
reach
out
half
across
Europe
between
my
woman
and
me
.
