-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джозеф Конрад
-
- Ностромо
-
- Стр. 69/274
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
She
opened
her
red
lips
for
the
first
time
,
not
unkindly
.
"
Yes
,
but
you
never
see
the
aim
.
Men
must
be
used
as
they
are
.
I
suppose
nobody
is
really
disinterested
,
unless
,
perhaps
,
you
,
Don
Martin
.
"
"
God
forbid
!
It
's
the
last
thing
I
should
like
you
to
believe
of
me
.
"
He
spoke
lightly
,
and
paused
.
She
began
to
fan
herself
with
a
slow
movement
without
raising
her
hand
.
After
a
time
he
whispered
passionately
--
"
Antonia
!
"
She
smiled
,
and
extended
her
hand
after
the
English
manner
towards
Charles
Gould
,
who
was
bowing
before
her
;
while
Decoud
,
with
his
elbows
spread
on
the
back
of
the
sofa
,
dropped
his
eyes
and
murmured
,
"
Bonjour
.
"
The
Senor
Administrador
of
the
San
Tome
mine
bent
over
his
wife
for
a
moment
.
They
exchanged
a
few
words
,
of
which
only
the
phrase
,
"
The
greatest
enthusiasm
,
"
pronounced
by
Mrs.
Gould
,
could
be
heard
.
"
Yes
,
"
Decoud
began
in
a
murmur
.
"
Even
he
!
"
"
This
is
sheer
calumny
,
"
said
Antonia
,
not
very
severely
.
"
You
just
ask
him
to
throw
his
mine
into
the
melting-pot
for
the
great
cause
,
"
Decoud
whispered
.
