-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Томас Рид
-
- Всадник без головы
-
- Стр. 173/662
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
But
as
the
two
rode
on
,
back
to
back
,
going
in
opposite
directions
,
neither
could
restrain
herself
from
turning
round
in
the
saddle
,
and
snatching
a
second
glance
at
the
other
.
Their
reflections
were
not
very
dissimilar
:
if
Louise
Poindexter
had
already
learnt
something
of
the
individual
thus
encountered
,
the
latter
was
not
altogether
ignorant
of
her
existence
.
We
shall
not
attempt
to
portray
the
thoughts
of
the
señorita
consequent
on
that
encounter
.
Suffice
it
to
say
,
that
those
of
the
Creole
were
even
more
sombre
than
when
she
sallied
forth
on
that
errand
of
inspection
;
and
that
the
young
mistress
of
Casa
del
Corvo
rode
back
to
the
mansion
,
all
the
way
seated
in
her
saddle
in
an
attitude
that
betokened
the
deepest
dejection
.
"
Beautiful
!
"
said
she
,
after
passing
her
supposed
rival
upon
the
road
.
"
Yes
;
too
beautiful
to
be
his
friend
!
"
Louise
was
speaking
to
her
own
conscience
;
or
she
might
have
been
more
chary
of
her
praise
.
"
I
can
not
have
any
doubt
,
"
continued
she
,
"
of
the
relationship
that
exists
between
them
--
He
loves
her
!
--
he
loves
her
!
It
accounts
for
his
cold
indifference
to
me
?
I
've
been
mad
to
risk
my
heart
's
happiness
in
such
an
ill-starred
entanglement
!
"
And
now
to
disentangle
it
!
Now
to
banish
him
from
my
thoughts
!
Ah
!
'
tis
easily
said
!
Can
I
?
"
"
I
shall
see
him
no
more
.
That
,
at
least
,
is
possible
.
After
what
has
occurred
,
he
will
not
come
to
our
house
.
We
can
only
meet
by
accident
;
and
that
accident
I
must
be
careful
to
avoid
Oh
,
Maurice
Gerald
!
tamer
of
wild
steeds
!
you
have
subdued
a
spirit
that
may
suffer
long
--
perhaps
never
recover
from
the
lesson
!
"
To
banish
from
the
thoughts
one
who
has
been
passionately
loved
is
a
simple
impossibility
.
Time
may
do
much
to
subdue
the
pain
of
an
unreciprocated
passion
,
and
absence
more
.
But
neither
time
,
nor
absence
,
can
hinder
the
continued
recurrence
of
that
longing
for
the
lost
loved
one
--
or
quiet
the
heart
aching
with
that
void
that
has
never
been
satisfactorily
filled
.
