-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джеймс Джойс
-
- Дублинцы
-
- Стр. 58/192
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
You
--
know
--
nothing
.
Of
course
you
know
nothing
,
"
said
Mr.
Alleyne
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
he
added
,
glancing
first
for
approval
to
the
lady
beside
him
,
"
do
you
take
me
for
a
fool
?
Do
you
think
me
an
utter
fool
?
"
The
man
glanced
from
the
lady
's
face
to
the
little
egg-shaped
head
and
back
again
;
and
,
almost
before
he
was
aware
of
it
,
his
tongue
had
found
a
felicitous
moment
:
"
I
do
n't
think
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
that
's
a
fair
question
to
put
to
me
.
"
There
was
a
pause
in
the
very
breathing
of
the
clerks
.
Everyone
was
astounded
(
the
author
of
the
witticism
no
less
than
his
neighbours
)
and
Miss
Delacour
,
who
was
a
stout
amiable
person
,
began
to
smile
broadly
.
Mr.
Alleyne
flushed
to
the
hue
of
a
wild
rose
and
his
mouth
twitched
with
a
dwarf
s
passion
.
He
shook
his
fist
in
the
man
's
face
till
it
seemed
to
vibrate
like
the
knob
of
some
electric
machine
:
"
You
impertinent
ruffian
!
You
impertinent
ruffian
!
I
'll
make
short
work
of
you
!
Wait
till
you
see
!
You
'll
apologise
to
me
for
your
impertinence
or
you
'll
quit
the
office
instanter
!
You
'll
quit
this
,
I
'm
telling
you
,
or
you
'll
apologise
to
me
!
"
He
stood
in
a
doorway
opposite
the
office
watching
to
see
if
the
cashier
would
come
out
alone
.
All
the
clerks
passed
out
and
finally
the
cashier
came
out
with
the
chief
clerk
.
It
was
no
use
trying
to
say
a
word
to
him
when
he
was
with
the
chief
clerk
.
The
man
felt
that
his
position
was
bad
enough
.
He
had
been
obliged
to
offer
an
abject
apology
to
Mr.
Alleyne
for
his
impertinence
but
he
knew
what
a
hornet
's
nest
the
office
would
be
for
him
.
He
could
remember
the
way
in
which
Mr.
Alleyne
had
hounded
little
Peake
out
of
the
office
in
order
to
make
room
for
his
own
nephew
.
He
felt
savage
and
thirsty
and
revengeful
,
annoyed
with
himself
and
with
everyone
else
.
Mr.
Alleyne
would
never
give
him
an
hour
's
rest
;
his
life
would
be
a
hell
to
him
.
He
had
made
a
proper
fool
of
himself
this
time
.
Could
he
not
keep
his
tongue
in
his
cheek
?
But
they
had
never
pulled
together
from
the
first
,
he
and
Mr.
Alleyne
,
ever
since
the
day
Mr.
Alleyne
had
overheard
him
mimicking
his
North
of
Ireland
accent
to
amuse
Higgins
and
Miss
Parker
:
that
had
been
the
beginning
of
it
.
He
might
have
tried
Higgins
for
the
money
,
but
sure
Higgins
never
had
anything
for
himself
.
A
man
with
two
establishments
to
keep
up
,
of
course
he
could
n't
...
.
He
felt
his
great
body
again
aching
for
the
comfort
of
the
public-house
.
The
fog
had
begun
to
chill
him
and
he
wondered
could
he
touch
Pat
in
O'Neill
's
.
He
could
not
touch
him
for
more
than
a
bob
--
and
a
bob
was
no
use
.
Yet
he
must
get
money
somewhere
or
other
:
he
had
spent
his
last
penny
for
the
g.p.
and
soon
it
would
be
too
late
for
getting
money
anywhere
.
Suddenly
,
as
he
was
fingering
his
watch-chain
,
he
thought
of
Terry
Kelly
's
pawn-office
in
Fleet
Street
.
That
was
the
dart
!
Why
did
n't
he
think
of
it
sooner
?
He
went
through
the
narrow
alley
of
Temple
Bar
quickly
,
muttering
to
himself
that
they
could
all
go
to
hell
because
he
was
going
to
have
a
good
night
of
it
.
The
clerk
in
Terry
Kelly
's
said
A
crown
!
but
the
consignor
held
out
for
six
shillings
;
and
in
the
end
the
six
shillings
was
allowed
him
literally
.
He
came
out
of
the
pawn-office
joyfully
,
making
a
little
cylinder
,
of
the
coins
between
his
thumb
and
fingers
.
In
Westmoreland
Street
the
footpaths
were
crowded
with
young
men
and
women
returning
from
business
and
ragged
urchins
ran
here
and
there
yelling
out
the
names
of
the
evening
editions
.
The
man
passed
through
the
crowd
,
looking
on
the
spectacle
generally
with
proud
satisfaction
and
staring
masterfully
at
the
office-girls
.
His
head
was
full
of
the
noises
of
tram
--
gongs
and
swishing
trolleys
and
his
nose
already
sniffed
the
curling
fumes
punch
.
