Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
They
must
study
a
little
,
"
said
Marilla
,
with
a
smile
.
"
Precious
little
,
"
sniffed
Mrs.
Rachel
.
"
However
,
I
think
Anne
will
.
She
never
was
flirtatious
.
But
she
does
n't
appreciate
Gilbert
at
his
full
value
,
that
's
what
.
Oh
,
I
know
girls
!
Charlie
Sloane
is
wild
about
her
,
too
,
but
I
'd
never
advise
her
to
marry
a
Sloane
.
The
Sloanes
are
good
,
honest
,
respectable
people
,
of
course
.
But
when
all
's
said
and
done
,
they
're
SLOANES
.
"
Marilla
nodded
.
To
an
outsider
,
the
statement
that
Sloanes
were
Sloanes
might
not
be
very
illuminating
,
but
she
understood
.
Every
village
has
such
a
family
;
good
,
honest
,
respectable
people
they
may
be
,
but
SLOANES
they
are
and
must
ever
remain
,
though
they
speak
with
the
tongues
of
men
and
angels
.
Gilbert
and
Anne
,
happily
unconscious
that
their
future
was
thus
being
settled
by
Mrs.
Rachel
,
were
sauntering
through
the
shadows
of
the
Haunted
Wood
.
Beyond
,
the
harvest
hills
were
basking
in
an
amber
sunset
radiance
,
under
a
pale
,
aerial
sky
of
rose
and
blue
.
The
distant
spruce
groves
were
burnished
bronze
,
and
their
long
shadows
barred
the
upland
meadows
.
But
around
them
a
little
wind
sang
among
the
fir
tassels
,
and
in
it
there
was
the
note
of
autumn
.
"
This
wood
really
is
haunted
now
--
by
old
memories
,
"
said
Anne
,
stooping
to
gather
a
spray
of
ferns
,
bleached
to
waxen
whiteness
by
frost
.
"
It
seems
to
me
that
the
little
girls
Diana
and
I
used
to
be
play
here
still
,
and
sit
by
the
Dryad
's
Bubble
in
the
twilights
,
trysting
with
the
ghosts
.
Do
you
know
,
I
can
never
go
up
this
path
in
the
dusk
without
feeling
a
bit
of
the
old
fright
and
shiver
?
There
was
one
especially
horrifying
phantom
which
we
created
--
the
ghost
of
the
murdered
child
that
crept
up
behind
you
and
laid
cold
fingers
on
yours
.
I
confess
that
,
to
this
day
,
I
can
not
help
fancying
its
little
,
furtive
footsteps
behind
me
when
I
come
here
after
nightfall
.
I
'm
not
afraid
of
the
White
Lady
or
the
headless
man
or
the
skeletons
,
but
I
wish
I
had
never
imagined
that
baby
's
ghost
into
existence
.
How
angry
Marilla
and
Mrs.
Barry
were
over
that
affair
,
"
concluded
Anne
,
with
reminiscent
laughter
.
The
woods
around
the
head
of
the
marsh
were
full
of
purple
vistas
,
threaded
with
gossamers
.
Past
a
dour
plantation
of
gnarled
spruces
and
a
maple-fringed
,
sun-warm
valley
they
found
the
"
something
"
Gilbert
was
looking
for
.
"
Ah
,
here
it
is
,
"
he
said
with
satisfaction
.
"
An
apple
tree
--
and
away
back
here
!
"
exclaimed
Anne
delightedly
.
