-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Теодор Драйзер
-
- Американская трагедия
-
- Стр. 294/598
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
And
yet
--
this
other
world
!
--
Sondra
--
which
he
was
certain
to
lose
now
unless
he
acted
in
some
way
--
His
hands
shook
,
his
eyelids
twitched
--
then
his
hair
at
the
roots
tingled
and
over
his
body
ran
chill
nervous
titillations
in
waves
.
Murder
!
Or
upsetting
a
boat
at
any
rate
in
deep
water
,
which
of
course
might
happen
anywhere
,
and
by
accident
,
as
at
Pass
Lake
.
And
Roberta
could
not
swim
.
He
knew
that
.
But
she
might
save
herself
at
that
--
scream
--
cling
to
the
boat
--
and
then
--
if
there
were
any
to
hear
--
and
she
told
afterwards
!
An
icy
perspiration
now
sprang
to
his
forehead
;
his
lips
trembled
and
suddenly
his
throat
felt
parched
and
dry
.
To
prevent
a
thing
like
that
he
would
have
to
--
to
--
but
no
--
he
was
not
like
that
.
He
could
not
do
a
thing
like
that
--
hit
any
one
--
a
girl
--
Roberta
--
and
when
drowning
or
struggling
.
Oh
,
no
,
no
--
no
such
thing
as
that
!
Impossible
.
He
took
his
straw
hat
and
went
out
,
almost
before
any
one
heard
him
THINK
,
as
he
would
have
phrased
it
to
himself
,
such
horrible
,
terrible
thoughts
.
He
could
not
and
would
not
think
them
from
now
on
.
He
was
no
such
person
.
And
yet
--
and
yet
--
these
thoughts
.
The
solution
--
if
he
wanted
one
.
The
way
to
stay
here
--
not
leave
--
marry
Sondra
--
be
rid
of
Roberta
and
all
--
all
--
for
the
price
of
a
little
courage
or
daring
.
But
no
!
He
walked
and
walked
--
away
from
Lycurgus
--
out
on
a
road
to
the
southeast
which
passed
through
a
poor
and
decidedly
unfrequented
rural
section
,
and
so
left
him
alone
to
think
--
or
,
as
he
felt
,
not
to
be
heard
in
his
thinking
.
Day
was
fading
into
dark
.
Lamps
were
beginning
to
glow
in
the
cottages
here
and
there
.
Trees
in
groups
in
fields
or
along
the
road
were
beginning
to
blur
or
smokily
blend
.
And
although
it
was
warm
--
the
air
lifeless
and
lethargic
--
he
walked
fast
,
thinking
,
and
perspiring
as
he
did
so
,
as
though
he
were
seeking
to
outwalk
and
outthink
or
divert
some
inner
self
that
preferred
to
be
still
and
think
.
That
gloomy
,
lonely
lake
up
there
!
That
island
to
the
south
!
Who
would
see
?
Who
could
hear
?
