-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнсис Бёрнетт
-
- Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
-
- Стр. 92/138
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
“
That
’
s
kind
,
”
answered
the
Earl
in
his
dry
way
;
“
nevertheless
,
some
day
it
will
all
be
yours
—
some
day
you
will
be
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
.
”
Little
Lord
Fauntleroy
sat
very
still
in
his
saddle
for
a
few
moments
.
He
looked
over
the
broad
moors
,
the
green
farms
,
the
beautiful
copses
,
the
cottages
in
the
lanes
,
the
pretty
village
,
and
over
the
trees
to
where
the
turrets
of
the
great
castle
rose
,
gray
and
stately
.
Then
he
gave
a
queer
little
sigh
.
“
What
are
you
thinking
of
?
”
asked
the
Earl
.
“
I
am
thinking
,
”
replied
Fauntleroy
,
“
what
a
little
boy
I
am
!
and
of
what
Dearest
said
to
me
.
”
“
What
was
it
?
”
inquired
the
Earl
.
“
She
said
that
perhaps
it
was
not
so
easy
to
be
very
rich
;
that
if
any
one
had
so
many
things
always
,
one
might
sometimes
forget
that
every
one
else
was
not
so
fortunate
,
and
that
one
who
is
rich
should
always
be
careful
and
try
to
remember
.
I
was
talking
to
her
about
how
good
you
were
,
and
she
said
that
was
such
a
good
thing
,
because
an
earl
had
so
much
power
,
and
if
he
cared
only
about
his
own
pleasure
and
never
thought
about
the
people
who
lived
on
his
lands
,
they
might
have
trouble
that
he
could
help
—
and
there
were
so
many
people
,
and
it
would
be
such
a
hard
thing
.
And
I
was
just
looking
at
all
those
houses
,
and
thinking
how
I
should
have
to
find
out
about
the
people
,
when
I
was
an
earl
.
How
did
you
find
out
about
them
?
”
As
his
lordship
’
s
knowledge
of
his
tenantry
consisted
in
finding
out
which
of
them
paid
their
rent
promptly
,
and
in
turning
out
those
who
did
not
,
this
was
rather
a
hard
question
.
“
Newick
finds
out
for
me
,
”
he
said
,
and
he
pulled
his
great
gray
mustache
,
and
looked
at
his
small
questioner
rather
uneasily
.
“
We
will
go
home
now
,
”
he
added
;
“
and
when
you
are
an
earl
,
see
to
it
that
you
are
a
better
earl
than
I
have
been
!
”
He
was
very
silent
as
they
rode
home
.
He
felt
it
to
be
almost
incredible
that
he
who
had
never
really
loved
any
one
in
his
life
,
should
find
himself
growing
so
fond
of
this
little
fellow
,
—
as
without
doubt
he
was
.
At
first
he
had
only
been
pleased
and
proud
of
Cedric
’
s
beauty
and
bravery
,
but
there
was
something
more
than
pride
in
his
feeling
now
.
He
laughed
a
grim
,
dry
laugh
all
to
himself
sometimes
,
when
he
thought
how
he
liked
to
have
the
boy
near
him
,
how
he
liked
to
hear
his
voice
,
and
how
in
secret
he
really
wished
to
be
liked
and
thought
well
of
by
his
small
grandson
.
“
I
’
m
an
old
fellow
in
my
dotage
,
and
I
have
nothing
else
to
think
of
,
”
he
would
say
to
himself
;
and
yet
he
knew
it
was
not
that
altogether
.
And
if
he
had
allowed
himself
to
admit
the
truth
,
he
would
perhaps
have
found
himself
obliged
to
own
that
the
very
things
which
attracted
him
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
were
the
qualities
he
had
never
possessed
—
the
frank
,
true
,
kindly
nature
,
the
affectionate
trustfulness
which
could
never
think
evil
.
