-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джейн Остен
-
- Нортенгерское аббатство
-
- Стр. 90/128
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Peals
of
thunder
so
loud
as
to
seem
to
shake
the
edifice
to
its
foundation
will
roll
round
the
neighbouring
mountains
—
and
during
the
frightful
gusts
of
wind
which
accompany
it
,
you
will
probably
think
you
discern
(
for
your
lamp
is
not
extinguished
)
one
part
of
the
hanging
more
violently
agitated
than
the
rest
.
Unable
of
course
to
repress
your
curiosity
in
so
favourable
a
moment
for
indulging
it
,
you
will
instantly
arise
,
and
throwing
your
dressing
-
gown
around
you
,
proceed
to
examine
this
mystery
.
After
a
very
short
search
,
you
will
discover
a
division
in
the
tapestry
so
artfully
constructed
as
to
defy
the
minutest
inspection
,
and
on
opening
it
,
a
door
will
immediately
appear
—
which
door
,
being
only
secured
by
massy
bars
and
a
padlock
,
you
will
,
after
a
few
efforts
,
succeed
in
opening
—
and
,
with
your
lamp
in
your
hand
,
will
pass
through
it
into
a
small
vaulted
room
.
”
“
No
,
indeed
;
I
should
be
too
much
frightened
to
do
any
such
thing
.
”
“
What
!
Not
when
Dorothy
has
given
you
to
understand
that
there
is
a
secret
subterraneous
communication
between
your
apartment
and
the
chapel
of
St
.
Anthony
,
scarcely
two
miles
off
?
Could
you
shrink
from
so
simple
an
adventure
?
No
,
no
,
you
will
proceed
into
this
small
vaulted
room
,
and
through
this
into
several
others
,
without
perceiving
anything
very
remarkable
in
either
.
In
one
perhaps
there
may
be
a
dagger
,
in
another
a
few
drops
of
blood
,
and
in
a
third
the
remains
of
some
instrument
of
torture
;
but
there
being
nothing
in
all
this
out
of
the
common
way
,
and
your
lamp
being
nearly
exhausted
,
you
will
return
towards
your
own
apartment
.
In
repassing
through
the
small
vaulted
room
,
however
,
your
eyes
will
be
attracted
towards
a
large
,
old
-
fashioned
cabinet
of
ebony
and
gold
,
which
,
though
narrowly
examining
the
furniture
before
,
you
had
passed
unnoticed
.
Impelled
by
an
irresistible
presentiment
,
you
will
eagerly
advance
to
it
,
unlock
its
folding
doors
,
and
search
into
every
drawer
—
but
for
some
time
without
discovering
anything
of
importance
—
perhaps
nothing
but
a
considerable
hoard
of
diamonds
.
At
last
,
however
,
by
touching
a
secret
spring
,
an
inner
compartment
will
open
—
a
roll
of
paper
appears
—
you
seize
it
—
it
contains
many
sheets
of
manuscript
—
you
hasten
with
the
precious
treasure
into
your
own
chamber
,
but
scarcely
have
you
been
able
to
decipher
’
Oh
!
Thou
—
whomsoever
thou
mayst
be
,
into
whose
hands
these
memoirs
of
the
wretched
Matilda
may
fall
’
—
when
your
lamp
suddenly
expires
in
the
socket
,
and
leaves
you
in
total
darkness
.
”
“
Oh
!
No
,
no
—
do
not
say
so
.
Well
,
go
on
.
”
But
Henry
was
too
much
amused
by
the
interest
he
had
raised
to
be
able
to
carry
it
farther
;
he
could
no
longer
command
solemnity
either
of
subject
or
voice
,
and
was
obliged
to
entreat
her
to
use
her
own
fancy
in
the
perusal
of
Matilda
’
s
woes
.
Catherine
,
recollecting
herself
,
grew
ashamed
of
her
eagerness
,
and
began
earnestly
to
assure
him
that
her
attention
had
been
fixed
without
the
smallest
apprehension
of
really
meeting
with
what
he
related
.
“
Miss
Tilney
,
she
was
sure
,
would
never
put
her
into
such
a
chamber
as
he
had
described
!
She
was
not
at
all
afraid
.
”
As
they
drew
near
the
end
of
their
journey
,
her
impatience
for
a
sight
of
the
abbey
—
for
some
time
suspended
by
his
conversation
on
subjects
very
different
—
returned
in
full
force
,
and
every
bend
in
the
road
was
expected
with
solemn
awe
to
afford
a
glimpse
of
its
massy
walls
of
grey
stone
,
rising
amidst
a
grove
of
ancient
oaks
,
with
the
last
beams
of
the
sun
playing
in
beautiful
splendour
on
its
high
Gothic
windows
.
But
so
low
did
the
building
stand
,
that
she
found
herself
passing
through
the
great
gates
of
the
lodge
into
the
very
grounds
of
Northanger
,
without
having
discerned
even
an
antique
chimney
.
She
knew
not
that
she
had
any
right
to
be
surprised
,
but
there
was
a
something
in
this
mode
of
approach
which
she
certainly
had
not
expected
.
To
pass
between
lodges
of
a
modern
appearance
,
to
find
herself
with
such
ease
in
the
very
precincts
of
the
abbey
,
and
driven
so
rapidly
along
a
smooth
,
level
road
of
fine
gravel
,
without
obstacle
,
alarm
,
or
solemnity
of
any
kind
,
struck
her
as
odd
and
inconsistent
.
She
was
not
long
at
leisure
,
however
,
for
such
considerations
.
A
sudden
scud
of
rain
,
driving
full
in
her
face
,
made
it
impossible
for
her
to
observe
anything
further
,
and
fixed
all
her
thoughts
on
the
welfare
of
her
new
straw
bonnet
;
and
she
was
actually
under
the
abbey
walls
,
was
springing
,
with
Henry
’
s
assistance
,
from
the
carriage
,
was
beneath
the
shelter
of
the
old
porch
,
and
had
even
passed
on
to
the
hall
,
where
her
friend
and
the
general
were
waiting
to
welcome
her
,
without
feeling
one
awful
foreboding
of
future
misery
to
herself
,
or
one
moment
’
s
suspicion
of
any
past
scenes
of
horror
being
acted
within
the
solemn
edifice
.
The
breeze
had
not
seemed
to
waft
the
sighs
of
the
murdered
to
her
;
it
had
wafted
nothing
worse
than
a
thick
mizzling
rain
;
and
having
given
a
good
shake
to
her
habit
,
she
was
ready
to
be
shown
into
the
common
drawing
-
room
,
and
capable
of
considering
where
she
was
.
