-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джеймс Джойс
-
- Дублинцы
-
- Стр. 150/192
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
He
did
not
finish
his
sentence
,
but
,
seeing
that
Aunt
Kate
was
out
of
earshot
,
at
once
led
the
three
young
ladies
into
the
back
room
.
The
middle
of
the
room
was
occupied
by
two
square
tables
placed
end
to
end
,
and
on
these
Aunt
Julia
and
the
caretaker
were
straightening
and
smoothing
a
large
cloth
.
On
the
sideboard
were
arrayed
dishes
and
plates
,
and
glasses
and
bundles
of
knives
and
forks
and
spoons
.
The
top
of
the
closed
square
piano
served
also
as
a
sideboard
for
viands
and
sweets
.
At
a
smaller
sideboard
in
one
corner
two
young
men
were
standing
,
drinking
hop-bitters
.
Mr.
Browne
led
his
charges
thither
and
invited
them
all
,
in
jest
,
to
some
ladies
'
punch
,
hot
,
strong
and
sweet
.
As
they
said
they
never
took
anything
strong
,
he
opened
three
bottles
of
lemonade
for
them
.
Then
he
asked
one
of
the
young
men
to
move
aside
,
and
,
taking
hold
of
the
decanter
,
filled
out
for
himself
a
goodly
measure
of
whisky
.
The
young
men
eyed
him
respectfully
while
he
took
a
trial
sip
.
"
God
help
me
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
,
"
it
's
the
doctor
's
orders
.
"
His
wizened
face
broke
into
a
broader
smile
,
and
the
three
young
ladies
laughed
in
musical
echo
to
his
pleasantry
,
swaying
their
bodies
to
and
fro
,
with
nervous
jerks
of
their
shoulders
.
The
boldest
said
:
"
O
,
now
,
Mr.
Browne
,
I
'm
sure
the
doctor
never
ordered
anything
of
the
kind
.
"
Mr.
Browne
took
another
sip
of
his
whisky
and
said
,
with
sidling
mimicry
:
"
Well
,
you
see
,
I
'm
like
the
famous
Mrs.
Cassidy
,
who
is
reported
to
have
said
:
'
Now
,
Mary
Grimes
,
if
I
do
n't
take
it
,
make
me
take
it
,
for
I
feel
I
want
it
.
"'
His
hot
face
had
leaned
forward
a
little
too
confidentially
and
he
had
assumed
a
very
low
Dublin
accent
so
that
the
young
ladies
,
with
one
instinct
,
received
his
speech
in
silence
.
Miss
Furlong
,
who
was
one
of
Mary
Jane
's
pupils
,
asked
Miss
Daly
what
was
the
name
of
the
pretty
waltz
she
had
played
;
and
Mr.
Browne
,
seeing
that
he
was
ignored
,
turned
promptly
to
the
two
young
men
who
were
more
appreciative
.
A
red-faced
young
woman
,
dressed
in
pansy
,
came
into
the
room
,
excitedly
clapping
her
hands
and
crying
:
