-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Терри Пратчетт
-
- Мор - ученик смерти
-
- Стр. 328/357
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
’
Have
I
ever
met
him
?
’
’
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
You
’
d
have
remembered
.
’
The
top
of
the
palace
wall
scraped
Binky
’
s
hooves
as
,
muscles
straining
,
he
sought
for
more
height
.
Cutwell
leaned
backward
again
,
holding
on
to
his
hat
.
’
Who
is
this
gentleman
of
which
we
speak
?
’
he
yelled
.
’
Death
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
’
Not
—
’
’
Yes
.
’
’
Oh
.
’
Cutwell
peered
down
at
the
distant
rooftops
,
and
gave
her
a
lopsided
smile
.
’
Would
it
save
time
if
I
just
jumped
off
now
?
’
’
He
’
s
quite
nice
if
you
get
to
know
him
,
’
said
Ysabell
defensively
.
’
Is
he
?
Do
you
think
we
’
ll
get
the
chance
?
’
