-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Томас Харди
-
- Тэсс из рода д’Эрбервиллей
-
- Стр. 225/360
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
That
day
he
began
to
pack
up
,
and
she
went
upstairs
and
began
to
pack
also
.
Both
knew
that
it
was
in
their
two
minds
that
they
might
part
the
next
morning
for
ever
,
despite
the
gloss
of
assuaging
conjectures
thrown
over
their
processing
because
they
were
of
the
sort
to
whom
any
parting
which
has
an
air
of
finality
is
a
torture
.
He
knew
,
and
she
knew
,
that
,
though
the
fascination
which
each
had
exercised
over
the
other
—
on
her
part
independently
of
accomplishments
—
would
probably
in
the
first
days
of
their
separation
be
even
more
potent
than
ever
,
time
must
attenuate
that
effect
;
the
practical
arguments
against
accepting
her
as
a
housemate
might
pronounce
themselves
more
strongly
in
the
boreal
light
of
a
remoter
view
.
Moreover
,
when
two
people
are
once
parted
—
have
abandoned
a
common
domicile
and
a
common
environment
—
new
growths
insensibly
bud
upward
to
fill
each
vacated
place
;
unforeseen
accidents
hinder
intentions
,
and
old
plans
are
forgotten
.
Midnight
came
and
passed
silently
,
for
there
was
nothing
to
announce
it
in
the
Valley
of
the
Froom
.
Not
long
after
one
o
’
clock
there
was
a
slight
creak
in
the
darkened
farmhouse
once
the
mansion
of
the
d
’
Urbervilles
.
Tess
,
who
used
the
upper
chamber
,
heard
it
and
awoke
.
It
had
come
from
the
corner
step
of
the
staircase
,
which
,
as
usual
,
was
loosely
nailed
.
She
saw
the
door
of
her
bedroom
open
,
and
the
figure
of
her
husband
crossed
the
stream
of
moonlight
with
a
curiously
careful
tread
.
He
was
in
his
shirt
and
trousers
only
,
and
her
first
flush
of
joy
died
when
she
perceived
that
his
eyes
were
fixed
in
an
unnatural
stare
on
vacancy
.
When
he
reached
the
middle
of
the
room
he
stood
still
and
murmured
in
tones
of
indescribable
sadness
—
“
Dead
!
dead
!
dead
!
”
Under
the
influence
of
any
strongly
-
disturbing
force
Clare
would
occasionally
walk
in
his
sleep
,
and
even
perform
strange
feats
,
such
as
he
had
done
on
the
night
of
their
return
from
market
just
before
their
marriage
,
when
he
re
-
enacted
in
his
bedroom
his
combat
with
the
man
who
had
insulted
her
.
Tess
saw
that
continued
mental
distress
had
wrought
him
into
that
somnambulistic
state
now
.
Her
loyal
confidence
in
him
lay
so
deep
down
in
her
heart
,
that
,
awake
or
asleep
,
he
inspired
her
with
no
sort
of
personal
fear
.
If
he
had
entered
with
a
pistol
in
his
hand
he
would
scarcely
have
disturbed
her
trust
in
his
protectiveness
.
Clare
came
close
,
and
bent
over
her
.
“
Dead
,
dead
,
dead
!
”
he
murmured
.
After
fixedly
regarding
her
for
some
moments
with
the
same
gaze
of
unmeasurable
woe
he
bent
lower
,
enclosed
her
in
his
arms
,
and
rolled
her
in
the
sheet
as
in
a
shroud
.
Then
lifting
her
from
the
bed
with
as
much
respect
as
one
would
show
to
a
dead
body
,
he
carried
her
across
the
room
,
murmuring
—
“
My
poor
,
poor
Tess
—
my
dearest
,
darling
Tess
!
So
sweet
,
so
good
,
so
true
!
”
The
words
of
endearment
,
withheld
so
severely
in
his
waking
hours
,
were
inexpressibly
sweet
to
her
forlorn
and
hungry
heart
.
If
it
had
been
to
save
her
weary
life
she
would
not
,
by
moving
or
struggling
,
have
put
an
end
to
the
position
she
found
herself
in
.
Thus
she
lay
in
absolute
stillness
,
scarcely
venturing
to
breathe
,
and
,
wondering
what
he
was
going
to
do
with
her
,
suffered
herself
to
be
borne
out
upon
the
landing
.
