-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Фоулз
-
- Коллекционер
-
- Стр. 95/299
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
I
want
a
bath
.
"
It
’
s
not
convenient
tonight
,
I
said
.
I
wasn
’
t
ready
for
that
.
"
Tomorrow
?
"
Don
’
t
see
why
not
.
With
parole
.
"
I
’
ll
give
my
parole
.
"
She
said
it
in
a
nasty
hard
voice
.
I
knew
what
her
parole
was
worth
.
"
And
I
want
to
walk
in
the
cellar
.
"
She
pushed
forward
her
hands
,
and
I
tied
them
up
.
It
was
the
first
time
I
touched
her
for
days
.
Well
,
as
usual
I
went
and
sat
on
the
steps
to
the
outer
door
and
she
walked
up
and
down
in
the
funny
way
she
had
.
It
was
very
windy
,
you
could
hear
it
down
there
,
just
the
sound
of
her
feet
and
the
wind
above
.
She
didn
’
t
speak
for
quite
a
time
,
I
don
’
t
know
why
but
I
knew
she
wanted
to
.
"
Are
you
enjoying
life
?
"
she
suddenly
came
out
with
.
Not
much
,
I
answered
.
Cautious
.
She
walked
to
and
fro
four
or
five
times
more
.
Then
she
started
to
hum
music
.
That
’
s
a
nice
tune
,
I
said
.
