-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнк Норрис
-
- Спрут: Калифорнийская история
-
- Стр. 252/416
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Only
S
.
Behrman
persisted
.
He
had
made
up
his
mind
to
bring
Dyke
in
.
He
succeeded
in
arousing
the
same
degree
of
determination
in
Delaney
—
by
now
,
a
trusted
aide
of
the
Railroad
—
and
of
his
own
cousin
,
a
real
estate
broker
,
named
Christian
,
who
knew
the
mountains
and
had
once
been
marshal
of
Visalia
in
the
old
stock
-
raising
days
.
These
two
went
into
the
Sierras
,
accompanied
by
two
hired
deputies
,
and
carrying
with
them
a
month
’
s
provisions
and
two
of
the
bloodhounds
loaned
by
the
Santa
Clara
sheriff
.
On
a
certain
Sunday
,
a
few
days
after
the
departure
of
Christian
and
Delaney
,
Annixter
,
who
had
been
reading
“
David
Copperfield
”
in
his
hammock
on
the
porch
of
the
ranch
house
,
put
down
the
book
and
went
to
find
Hilma
,
who
was
helping
Louisa
Vacca
set
the
table
for
dinner
.
He
found
her
in
the
dining
-
room
,
her
hands
full
of
the
gold
-
bordered
china
plates
,
only
used
on
special
occasions
and
which
Louisa
was
forbidden
to
touch
.
His
wife
was
more
than
ordinarily
pretty
that
day
.
She
wore
a
dress
of
flowered
organdie
over
pink
sateen
with
pink
ribbons
about
her
waist
and
neck
,
and
on
her
slim
feet
the
low
shoes
she
always
affected
,
with
their
smart
,
bright
buckles
.
Her
thick
,
brown
,
sweet
-
smelling
hair
was
heaped
high
upon
her
head
and
set
off
with
a
bow
of
black
velvet
,
and
underneath
the
shadow
of
its
coils
,
her
wide
-
open
eyes
,
rimmed
with
the
thin
,
black
line
of
her
lashes
,
shone
continually
,
reflecting
the
sunlight
.
Marriage
had
only
accentuated
the
beautiful
maturity
of
Hilma
’
s
figure
—
now
no
longer
precocious
—
defining
the
single
,
deep
swell
from
her
throat
to
her
waist
,
the
strong
,
fine
amplitude
of
her
hips
,
the
sweet
feminine
undulation
of
her
neck
and
shoulders
.
Her
cheeks
were
pink
with
health
,
and
her
large
round
arms
carried
the
piled
-
up
dishes
with
never
a
tremour
.
Annixter
,
observant
enough
where
his
wife
was
concerned
noted
how
the
reflection
of
the
white
china
set
a
glow
of
pale
light
underneath
her
chin
.
“
Hilma
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
’
ve
been
wondering
lately
about
things
.
We
’
re
so
blamed
happy
ourselves
it
won
’
t
do
for
us
to
forget
about
other
people
who
are
down
,
will
it
?
Might
change
our
luck
.
And
I
’
m
just
likely
to
forget
that
way
,
too
.
It
’
s
my
nature
.
”
His
wife
looked
up
at
him
joyfully
.
Here
was
the
new
Annixter
,
certainly
.
“
In
all
this
hullabaloo
about
Dyke
,
”
he
went
on
“
there
’
s
some
one
nobody
ain
’
t
thought
about
at
all
.
That
’
s
MRS
.
Dyke
—
and
the
little
tad
.
I
wouldn
’
t
be
surprised
if
they
were
in
a
hole
over
there
.
What
do
you
say
we
drive
over
to
the
hop
ranch
after
dinner
and
see
if
she
wants
anything
?
”
Hilma
put
down
the
plates
and
came
around
the
table
and
kissed
him
without
a
word
.
As
soon
as
their
dinner
was
over
,
Annixter
had
the
carry
-
all
hitched
up
,
and
,
dispensing
with
young
Vacca
,
drove
over
to
the
hop
ranch
with
Hilma
.
