-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Маргарет Митчелл
-
- Унесенные ветром
-
- Стр. 495/927
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
The
Irish
,
"
said
he
,
lowering
his
chair
back
to
level
and
removing
his
hands
from
his
pockets
,
"
are
the
damnedest
race
.
They
put
so
much
emphasis
on
so
many
wrong
things
.
Land
,
for
instance
.
And
every
bit
of
earth
is
just
like
every
other
bit
.
Now
,
let
me
get
this
straight
,
Scarlett
.
You
are
coming
to
me
with
a
business
proposition
.
I
'll
give
you
three
hundred
dollars
and
you
'll
become
my
mistress
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
Now
that
the
repulsive
word
had
been
said
,
she
felt
somehow
easier
and
hope
awoke
in
her
again
.
He
had
said
"
I
'll
give
you
.
"
There
was
a
diabolic
gleam
in
his
eyes
as
if
something
amused
him
greatly
.
"
And
yet
,
when
I
had
the
effrontery
to
make
you
this
same
proposition
,
you
turned
me
out
of
the
house
.
And
also
you
called
me
a
number
of
very
hard
names
and
mentioned
in
passing
that
you
did
n't
want
a
'
passel
of
brats
.
'
No
,
my
dear
,
I
'm
not
rubbing
it
in
.
I
'm
only
wondering
at
the
peculiarities
of
your
mind
.
You
would
n't
do
it
for
your
own
pleasure
but
you
will
to
keep
the
wolf
away
from
the
door
.
It
proves
my
point
that
all
virtue
is
merely
a
matter
of
prices
.
"
"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
how
you
run
on
!
If
you
want
to
insult
me
,
go
on
and
do
it
but
give
me
the
money
.
"
She
was
breathing
easier
now
.
Being
what
he
was
,
Rhett
would
naturally
want
to
torment
and
insult
her
as
much
as
possible
to
pay
her
back
for
past
slights
and
for
her
recent
attempted
trickery
.
Well
,
she
could
stand
it
.
She
could
stand
anything
.
Tara
was
worth
it
all
.
For
a
brief
moment
it
was
mid-summer
and
the
afternoon
skies
were
blue
and
she
lay
drowsily
in
the
thick
clover
of
Tara
's
lawn
,
looking
up
at
the
billowing
cloud
castles
,
the
fragrance
of
white
blossoms
in
her
nose
and
the
pleasant
busy
humming
of
bees
in
her
ears
.
Afternoon
and
hush
and
the
far-off
sound
of
the
wagons
coming
in
from
the
spiraling
red
fields
.
Worth
it
all
,
worth
more
.
Her
head
went
up
.
"
Are
you
going
to
give
me
the
money
?
"
