-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джордж Элиот
-
- Мидлмарч
-
- Стр. 554/572
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Well
,
you
know
,
Chettam
,
I
couldn
’
t
help
Casaubon
’
s
will
:
it
was
a
sort
of
will
to
make
things
worse
.
"
"
Exactly
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
hastily
.
"
But
WHAT
is
worse
?
"
"
Dorothea
is
going
to
be
married
again
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
nodding
towards
Celia
,
who
immediately
looked
up
at
her
husband
with
a
frightened
glance
,
and
put
her
hand
on
his
knee
.
Sir
James
was
almost
white
with
anger
,
but
he
did
not
speak
.
"
Merciful
heaven
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
.
"
Not
to
YOUNG
Ladislaw
?
"
Mr
.
Brooke
nodded
,
saying
,
"
Yes
;
to
Ladislaw
,
"
and
then
fell
into
a
prudential
silence
.
"
You
see
,
Humphrey
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
,
waving
her
arm
towards
her
husband
.
"
Another
time
you
will
admit
that
I
have
some
foresight
;
or
rather
you
will
contradict
me
and
be
just
as
blind
as
ever
.
YOU
supposed
that
the
young
gentleman
was
gone
out
of
the
country
.
"
"
So
he
might
be
,
and
yet
come
back
,
"
said
the
Rector
,
quietly
"
When
did
you
learn
this
?
"
said
Sir
James
,
not
liking
to
hear
any
one
else
speak
,
though
finding
it
difficult
to
speak
himself
.
"
Yesterday
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
meekly
.
"
I
went
to
Lowick
.
Dorothea
sent
for
me
,
you
know
.
It
had
come
about
quite
suddenly
—
neither
of
them
had
any
idea
two
days
ago
—
not
any
idea
,
you
know
.
There
’
s
something
singular
in
things
.
But
Dorothea
is
quite
determined
—
it
is
no
use
opposing
.
I
put
it
strongly
to
her
.
I
did
my
duty
,
Chettam
.
But
she
can
act
as
she
likes
,
you
know
.
"
