-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Томас Харди
-
- Возвращение на родину
-
- Стр. 240/387
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Que
l
’
espace
des
nuits
est
court
Pour
le
berger
brulant
d
’
amour
,
Force
de
quitter
ce
qu
’
il
aime
Au
point
du
jour
!
”
It
was
bitterly
plain
to
Eustacia
that
he
did
not
care
much
about
social
failure
;
and
the
proud
fair
woman
bowed
her
head
and
wept
in
sick
despair
at
thought
of
the
blasting
effect
upon
her
own
life
of
that
mood
and
condition
in
him
.
Then
she
came
forward
.
“
I
would
starve
rather
than
do
it
!
”
she
exclaimed
vehemently
.
“
And
you
can
sing
!
I
will
go
and
live
with
my
grandfather
again
!
”
“
Eustacia
!
I
did
not
see
you
,
though
I
noticed
something
moving
,
”
he
said
gently
.
He
came
forward
,
pulled
off
his
huge
leather
glove
,
and
took
her
hand
.
“
Why
do
you
speak
in
such
a
strange
way
?
It
is
only
a
little
old
song
which
struck
my
fancy
when
I
was
in
Paris
,
and
now
just
applies
to
my
life
with
you
.
Has
your
love
for
me
all
died
,
then
,
because
my
appearance
is
no
longer
that
of
a
fine
gentleman
?
”
“
Dearest
,
you
must
not
question
me
unpleasantly
,
or
it
may
make
me
not
love
you
.
”
“
Do
you
believe
it
possible
that
I
would
run
the
risk
of
doing
that
?
”
