-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Мари Корелли
-
- Скорбь сатаны
-
- Стр. 215/279
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
True
--
you
can
wait
,
Mavis
Clare
!
"
he
said
in
deep
clear
tones
from
which
all
sadness
had
fled
--
"
You
can
afford
to
wait
!
Tell
me
--
think
for
a
moment
!
--
can
you
remember
me
?
Is
there
a
time
on
which
you
can
look
back
,
and
looking
,
see
my
face
,
not
here
but
elsewhere
?
Think
!
Did
you
ever
see
me
long
ago
--
in
a
far
sphere
of
beauty
and
light
,
when
you
were
an
Angel
,
Mavis
--
and
I
was
--
not
what
I
am
now
!
How
you
tremble
!
You
need
not
fear
me
--
I
would
not
harm
you
for
a
thousand
worlds
!
I
talk
wildly
at
times
I
know
;
--
I
think
of
things
that
are
past
--
long
long
past
--
and
I
am
filled
with
regrets
that
burn
my
soul
with
fiercer
heat
than
fire
!
And
so
neither
world
's
wealth
,
world
's
power
,
nor
world
's
love
will
tempt
you
,
Mavis
!
--
and
you
--
a
woman
!
You
are
a
living
miracle
then
--
as
miraculous
as
the
drop
of
undefiled
dew
which
reflects
in
its
tiny
circumference
all
the
colours
of
the
sky
,
and
sinks
into
the
earth
sweetly
,
carrying
moisture
and
refreshment
where
it
falls
.
I
can
do
nothing
for
you
--
you
will
not
have
my
aid
--
you
reject
my
service
?
Then
as
I
may
not
help
you
,
you
must
help
me
!
"
--
and
dropping
before
her
,
he
reverently
took
her
hand
and
kissed
it
--
"
I
ask
a
very
little
thing
of
you
--
pray
for
me
!
I
know
you
are
accustomed
to
pray
,
so
it
will
be
no
trouble
to
you
--
you
believe
God
hears
you
--
and
when
I
look
at
you
,
I
believe
it
too
.
Only
a
pure
woman
can
make
faith
possible
to
man
.
Pray
for
me
then
,
as
one
who
has
fallen
from
his
higher
and
better
self
--
who
strives
,
but
who
may
not
attain
--
who
labours
under
heavy
punishment
--
who
would
fain
reach
Heaven
,
but
who
by
the
cursëd
will
of
man
,
and
man
alone
,
is
kept
in
Hell
!
Pray
for
me
,
Mavis
Clare
!
promise
it
!
--
and
so
shall
you
lift
me
a
step
nearer
the
glory
I
have
lost
!
"
I
listened
,
petrified
with
amazement
.
Could
this
be
Lucio
?
--
the
mocking
,
careless
,
cynical
scoffer
I
knew
,
as
I
thought
,
so
well
?
--
was
it
really
he
who
knelt
thus
like
a
repentant
sinner
,
abasing
his
proud
head
before
a
woman
?
I
saw
Mavis
release
her
hand
from
his
,
the
while
she
stood
looking
down
upon
him
in
alarm
and
bewilderment
.
Presently
she
spoke
in
sweet
yet
tremulous
accents
--
"
Since
you
desire
it
so
earnestly
,
I
promise
,
"
--
she
said
--
"
I
will
pray
that
the
strange
and
bitter
sorrow
which
seems
to
consume
you
may
be
removed
from
your
life
--
--
"
"
Sorrow
!
"
he
echoed
,
interrupting
her
and
springing
to
his
feet
with
an
impassioned
gesture
--
"
Woman
--
genius
--
angel
,
whatever
you
are
,
do
not
speak
of
one
sorrow
for
me
!
I
have
a
thousand
thousand
sorrows
!
--
aye
a
million
million
,
that
are
as
little
flames
about
my
heart
,
and
as
deeply
seated
as
the
centres
of
the
universe
!
The
foul
and
filthy
crimes
of
men
--
the
base
deceits
and
cruelties
of
women
--
the
ruthless
,
murderous
ingratitude
of
children
--
the
scorn
of
good
,
the
martyrdom
of
intellect
,
the
selfishness
,
the
avarice
,
the
sensuality
of
human
life
,
the
hideous
blasphemy
and
sin
of
the
creature
to
the
Creator
--
these
are
my
endless
sorrows
!
--
these
keep
me
wretched
and
in
chains
,
when
I
would
fain
be
free
.
These
create
hell
around
me
,
and
endless
torture
--
these
bind
and
crush
me
and
pervert
my
being
till
I
become
what
I
dare
not
name
to
myself
,
or
to
others
.
And
yet
,
...
as
the
eternal
God
is
my
witness
,
...
I
do
not
think
I
am
as
bad
as
the
worst
man
living
!
I
may
tempt
--
but
I
do
not
pursue
--
I
take
the
lead
in
many
lives
,
yet
I
make
the
way
I
go
so
plain
that
those
who
follow
me
do
so
by
their
own
choice
and
free
will
more
than
by
my
persuasion
!
"
He
paused
--
then
continued
in
a
softer
tone
--
"
You
look
afraid
of
me
--
but
be
assured
you
never
had
less
cause
for
terror
.
You
have
truth
and
purity
--
I
honour
both
.
You
will
have
none
of
my
advice
or
assistance
in
the
making
of
your
life
's
history
--
to-night
therefore
we
part
,
to
meet
no
more
on
earth
.
Never
again
,
Mavis
Clare
!
--
no
,
not
through
all
your
quiet
days
of
sweet
and
contented
existence
will
I
cross
your
path
--
before
Heaven
I
swear
it
!
"
"
But
why
?
"
asked
Mavis
gently
,
approaching
him
now
as
she
spoke
,
with
a
soft
grace
of
movement
,
and
laying
her
hand
on
his
arm
--
"
Why
do
you
speak
with
such
a
passion
of
self-reproach
?
What
dark
cloud
is
on
your
mind
?
Surely
you
have
a
noble
nature
--
and
I
feel
that
I
have
wronged
you
in
my
thoughts
,
...
you
must
forgive
me
--
I
have
mistrusted
you
--
"
"
You
do
well
to
mistrust
me
!
"
he
answered
,
and
with
these
words
he
caught
both
her
hands
and
held
them
in
his
own
,
looking
at
her
full
in
the
face
with
eyes
that
flashed
like
jewels
,
"
Your
instinct
teaches
you
rightly
.
Would
there
were
many
more
like
you
to
doubt
me
and
repel
me
!
One
word
--
if
,
when
I
am
gone
,
you
ever
think
of
me
,
think
that
I
am
more
to
be
pitied
than
the
veriest
paralysed
and
starving
wretch
that
ever
crawled
on
earth
--
for
he
,
perchance
,
has
hope
--
and
I
have
none
.
And
when
you
pray
for
me
--
for
I
hold
you
to
this
promise
--
pray
for
one
who
dares
not
pray
for
himself
!
You
know
the
words
,
'
Lead
us
not
into
temptation
but
deliver
us
from
evil
'
?
To-night
you
have
been
led
into
temptation
,
though
you
knew
it
not
,
but
you
have
delivered
yourself
from
evil
as
only
a
true
soul
can
.
And
now
farewell
!
In
life
I
shall
see
you
no
more
:
--
in
death
--
well
!
I
have
attended
many
death-beds
in
response
to
the
invitations
of
the
moribund
--
but
I
shall
not
be
present
at
yours
!
Perhaps
,
when
your
parting
spirit
is
on
the
verge
between
darkness
and
light
,
you
may
know
who
I
was
,
and
am
!
--
and
you
may
thank
God
with
your
last
breath
that
we
parted
to-night
--
as
we
do
now
--
forever
!
"
