-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Уилки Коллинз
-
- Отель с привидениями
-
- Стр. 96/130
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
The
doubt
involved
in
that
last
question
was
unendurable
.
Agnes
determined
to
rouse
the
servants
who
kept
watch
in
the
hotel
at
night
.
The
bell
-
handle
was
fixed
to
the
wall
,
on
the
side
of
the
bed
by
which
the
table
stood
.
She
raised
herself
from
the
crouching
position
which
she
had
assumed
in
looking
close
at
the
Countess
;
and
,
turning
towards
the
other
side
of
the
bed
,
stretched
out
her
hand
to
the
bell
.
At
the
same
instant
,
she
stopped
and
looked
upward
.
Her
hand
fell
helplessly
at
her
side
.
She
shuddered
,
and
sank
back
on
the
pillow
.
What
had
she
seen
?
She
had
seen
another
intruder
in
her
room
.
Midway
between
her
face
and
the
ceiling
,
there
hovered
a
human
head
—
severed
at
the
neck
,
like
a
head
struck
from
the
body
by
the
guillotine
.
Nothing
visible
,
nothing
audible
,
had
given
her
any
intelligible
warning
of
its
appearance
.
Silently
and
suddenly
,
the
head
had
taken
its
place
above
her
.
No
supernatural
change
had
passed
over
the
room
,
or
was
perceptible
in
it
now
.
The
dumbly
-
tortured
figure
in
the
chair
;
the
broad
window
opposite
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
with
the
black
night
beyond
it
;
the
candle
burning
on
the
table
—
these
,
and
all
other
objects
in
the
room
,
remained
unaltered
.
One
object
more
,
unutterably
horrid
,
had
been
added
to
the
rest
.
That
was
the
only
change
—
no
more
,
no
less
.
By
the
yellow
candlelight
she
saw
the
head
distinctly
,
hovering
in
mid
-
air
above
her
.
She
looked
at
it
steadfastly
,
spell
-
bound
by
the
terror
that
held
her
.
The
flesh
of
the
face
was
gone
.
The
shrivelled
skin
was
darkened
in
hue
,
like
the
skin
of
an
Egyptian
mummy
—
except
at
the
neck
.
There
it
was
of
a
lighter
colour
;
there
it
showed
spots
and
splashes
of
the
hue
of
that
brown
spot
on
the
ceiling
,
which
the
child
’
s
fanciful
terror
had
distorted
into
the
likeness
of
a
spot
of
blood
.
Thin
remains
of
a
discoloured
moustache
and
whiskers
,
hanging
over
the
upper
lip
,
and
over
the
hollows
where
the
cheeks
had
once
been
,
made
the
head
just
recognisable
as
the
head
of
a
man
.
Over
all
the
features
death
and
time
had
done
their
obliterating
work
.
The
eyelids
were
closed
.
The
hair
on
the
skull
,
discoloured
like
the
hair
on
the
face
,
had
been
burnt
away
in
places
.
The
bluish
lips
,
parted
in
a
fixed
grin
,
showed
the
double
row
of
teeth
.
By
slow
degrees
,
the
hovering
head
(
perfectly
still
when
she
first
saw
it
)
began
to
descend
towards
Agnes
as
she
lay
beneath
By
slow
degrees
,
that
strange
doubly
-
blended
odour
,
which
the
Commissioners
had
discovered
in
the
vaults
of
the
old
palace
—
which
had
sickened
Francis
Westwick
in
the
bed
-
chamber
of
the
new
hotel
—
spread
its
fetid
exhalations
over
the
room
.
Downward
and
downward
the
hideous
apparition
made
its
slow
progress
,
until
it
stopped
close
over
Agnes
—
stopped
,
and
turned
slowly
,
so
that
the
face
of
it
confronted
the
upturned
face
of
the
woman
in
the
chair
.
