-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Томас Харди
-
- Вдали от безумной толпы
-
- Стр. 204/383
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Old
Jimmy
Harris
only
shoed
her
last
week
,
and
I
’
d
swear
to
his
make
among
ten
thousand
.
"
"
The
rest
of
the
gipsies
must
ha
’
gone
on
earlier
,
or
some
other
way
,
"
said
Oak
.
"
You
saw
there
were
no
other
tracks
?
"
"
True
.
"
They
rode
along
silently
for
a
long
weary
time
.
Coggan
carried
an
old
pinchbeck
repeater
which
he
had
inherited
from
some
genius
in
his
family
;
and
it
now
struck
one
.
He
lighted
another
match
,
and
examined
the
ground
again
.
"
’
Tis
a
canter
now
,
"
he
said
,
throwing
away
the
light
.
"
A
twisty
,
rickety
pace
for
a
gig
.
The
fact
is
,
they
over
-
drove
her
at
starting
;
we
shall
catch
’
em
yet
.
"
Again
they
hastened
on
,
and
entered
Blackmore
Vale
.
Coggan
’
s
watch
struck
one
.
When
they
looked
again
the
hoof
-
marks
were
so
spaced
as
to
form
a
sort
of
zigzag
if
united
,
like
the
lamps
along
a
street
.
"
That
’
s
a
trot
,
I
know
,
"
said
Gabriel
.
"
Only
a
trot
now
,
"
said
Coggan
,
cheerfully
.
"
We
shall
overtake
him
in
time
.
"
They
pushed
rapidly
on
for
yet
two
or
three
miles
.
"
Ah
!
a
moment
,
"
said
Jan
.
"
Let
’
s
see
how
she
was
driven
up
this
hill
.
’
Twill
help
us
.
"
A
light
was
promptly
struck
upon
his
gaiters
as
before
,
and
the
examination
made
.
"
Hurrah
!
"
said
Coggan
.
"
She
walked
up
here
—
and
well
she
might
.
We
shall
get
them
in
two
miles
,
for
a
crown
.
"
