-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Эдит Уортон
-
- Лето
-
- Стр. 74/109
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
“
I
needn
’
t
answer
that
,
or
anything
else
.
”
He
had
glanced
away
,
and
stood
looking
curiously
about
the
illuminated
room
.
Purple
asters
and
red
maple
-
leaves
filled
the
jar
on
the
table
;
on
a
shelf
against
the
wall
stood
a
lamp
,
the
kettle
,
a
little
pile
of
cups
and
saucers
.
The
canvas
chairs
were
grouped
about
the
table
.
“
So
this
is
where
you
meet
,
”
he
said
.
His
tone
was
quiet
and
controlled
,
and
the
fact
disconcerted
her
.
She
had
been
ready
to
give
him
violence
for
violence
,
but
this
calm
acceptance
of
things
as
they
were
left
her
without
a
weapon
.
“
See
here
,
Charity
—
you
’
re
always
telling
me
I
’
ve
got
no
rights
over
you
.
There
might
be
two
ways
of
looking
at
that
—
but
I
ain
’
t
going
to
argue
it
.
All
I
know
is
I
raised
you
as
good
as
I
could
,
and
meant
fairly
by
you
always
except
once
,
for
a
bad
half
-
hour
.
There
’
s
no
justice
in
weighing
that
half
-
hour
against
the
rest
,
and
you
know
it
.
If
you
hadn
’
t
,
you
wouldn
’
t
have
gone
on
living
under
my
roof
.
Seems
to
me
the
fact
of
your
doing
that
gives
me
some
sort
of
a
right
;
the
right
to
try
and
keep
you
out
of
trouble
.
I
’
m
not
asking
you
to
consider
any
other
.
”
She
listened
in
silence
,
and
then
gave
a
slight
laugh
.
“
Better
wait
till
I
’
m
in
trouble
,
”
she
said
.
He
paused
a
moment
,
as
if
weighing
her
words
.
“
Is
that
all
your
answer
?
”
“
Yes
,
that
’
s
all
.
”
“
Well
—
I
’
ll
wait
.
”
He
turned
away
slowly
,
but
as
he
did
so
the
thing
she
had
been
waiting
for
happened
;
the
door
opened
again
and
Harney
entered
.
