-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Уильям Тэккерей
-
- Ярмарка тщеславия
-
- Стр. 255/431
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Sedley
tossed
out
of
the
room
,
hissing
out
the
word
poison
once
more
,
and
so
ending
her
charitable
benediction
.
Till
the
termination
of
her
natural
life
,
this
breach
between
Mrs.
Sedley
and
her
daughter
was
never
thoroughly
mended
.
The
quarrel
gave
the
elder
lady
numberless
advantages
which
she
did
not
fail
to
turn
to
account
with
female
ingenuity
and
perseverance
.
For
instance
,
she
scarcely
spoke
to
Amelia
for
many
weeks
afterwards
.
She
warned
the
domestics
not
to
touch
the
child
,
as
Mrs.
Osborne
might
be
offended
.
She
asked
her
daughter
to
see
and
satisfy
herself
that
there
was
no
poison
prepared
in
the
little
daily
messes
that
were
concocted
for
Georgy
.
When
neighbours
asked
after
the
boy
's
health
,
she
referred
them
pointedly
to
Mrs.
Osborne
.
SHE
never
ventured
to
ask
whether
the
baby
was
well
or
not
.
SHE
would
not
touch
the
child
although
he
was
her
grandson
,
and
own
precious
darling
,
for
she
was
not
USED
to
children
,
and
might
kill
it
.
And
whenever
Mr.
Pestler
came
upon
his
healing
inquisition
,
she
received
the
doctor
with
such
a
sarcastic
and
scornful
demeanour
,
as
made
the
surgeon
declare
that
not
Lady
Thistlewood
herself
,
whom
he
had
the
honour
of
attending
professionally
,
could
give
herself
greater
airs
than
old
Mrs.
Sedley
,
from
whom
he
never
took
a
fee
.
And
very
likely
Emmy
was
jealous
too
,
upon
her
own
part
,
as
what
mother
is
not
,
of
those
who
would
manage
her
children
for
her
,
or
become
candidates
for
the
first
place
in
their
affections
.
It
is
certain
that
when
anybody
nursed
the
child
,
she
was
uneasy
,
and
that
she
would
no
more
allow
Mrs.
Clapp
or
the
domestic
to
dress
or
tend
him
than
she
would
have
let
them
wash
her
husband
's
miniature
which
hung
up
over
her
little
bed
--
the
same
little
bed
from
which
the
poor
girl
had
gone
to
his
;
and
to
which
she
retired
now
for
many
long
,
silent
,
tearful
,
but
happy
years
.
In
this
room
was
all
Amelia
's
heart
and
treasure
.
Here
it
was
that
she
tended
her
boy
and
watched
him
through
the
many
ills
of
childhood
,
with
a
constant
passion
of
love
.
The
elder
George
returned
in
him
somehow
,
only
improved
,
and
as
if
come
back
from
heaven
.
In
a
hundred
little
tones
,
looks
,
and
movements
,
the
child
was
so
like
his
father
that
the
widow
's
heart
thrilled
as
she
held
him
to
it
;
and
he
would
often
ask
the
cause
of
her
tears
.
It
was
because
of
his
likeness
to
his
father
,
she
did
not
scruple
to
tell
him
.
She
talked
constantly
to
him
about
this
dead
father
,
and
spoke
of
her
love
for
George
to
the
innocent
and
wondering
child
;
much
more
than
she
ever
had
done
to
George
himself
,
or
to
any
confidante
of
her
youth
.
To
her
parents
she
never
talked
about
this
matter
,
shrinking
from
baring
her
heart
to
them
.
Little
George
very
likely
could
understand
no
better
than
they
,
but
into
his
ears
she
poured
her
sentimental
secrets
unreservedly
,
and
into
his
only
.
The
very
joy
of
this
woman
was
a
sort
of
grief
,
or
so
tender
,
at
least
,
that
its
expression
was
tears
.
Her
sensibilities
were
so
weak
and
tremulous
that
perhaps
they
ought
not
to
be
talked
about
in
a
book
.
I
was
told
by
Dr.
Pestler
(
now
a
most
flourishing
lady
's
physician
,
with
a
sumptuous
dark
green
carriage
,
a
prospect
of
speedy
knighthood
,
and
a
house
in
Manchester
Square
)
that
her
grief
at
weaning
the
child
was
a
sight
that
would
have
unmanned
a
Herod
.
He
was
very
soft-hearted
many
years
ago
,
and
his
wife
was
mortally
jealous
of
Mrs.
Amelia
,
then
and
long
afterwards
.
Perhaps
the
doctor
's
lady
had
good
reason
for
her
jealousy
:
most
women
shared
it
,
of
those
who
formed
the
small
circle
of
Amelia
's
acquaintance
,
and
were
quite
angry
at
the
enthusiasm
with
which
the
other
sex
regarded
her
.
For
almost
all
men
who
came
near
her
loved
her
;
though
no
doubt
they
would
be
at
a
loss
to
tell
you
why
.
She
was
not
brilliant
,
nor
witty
,
nor
wise
over
much
,
nor
extraordinarily
handsome
.
But
wherever
she
went
she
touched
and
charmed
every
one
of
the
male
sex
,
as
invariably
as
she
awakened
the
scorn
and
incredulity
of
her
own
sisterhood
.
I
think
it
was
her
weakness
which
was
her
principal
charm
--
a
kind
of
sweet
submission
and
softness
,
which
seemed
to
appeal
to
each
man
she
met
for
his
sympathy
and
protection
.
We
have
seen
how
in
the
regiment
,
though
she
spoke
but
to
few
of
George
's
comrades
there
,
all
the
swords
of
the
young
fellows
at
the
mess-table
would
have
leapt
from
their
scabbards
to
fight
round
her
;
and
so
it
was
in
the
little
narrow
lodging-house
and
circle
at
Fulham
,
she
interested
and
pleased
everybody
.
If
she
had
been
Mrs.
Mango
herself
,
of
the
great
house
of
Mango
,
Plantain
,
and
Co.
.
,
Crutched
Friars
,
and
the
magnificent
proprietress
of
the
Pineries
,
Fulham
,
who
gave
summer
dejeuners
frequented
by
Dukes
and
Earls
,
and
drove
about
the
parish
with
magnificent
yellow
liveries
and
bay
horses
,
such
as
the
royal
stables
at
Kensington
themselves
could
not
turn
out
--
I
say
had
she
been
Mrs.
Mango
herself
,
or
her
son
's
wife
,
Lady
Mary
Mango
(
daughter
of
the
Earl
of
Castlemouldy
,
who
condescended
to
marry
the
head
of
the
firm
)
,
the
tradesmen
of
the
neighbourhood
could
not
pay
her
more
honour
than
they
invariably
showed
to
the
gentle
young
widow
,
when
she
passed
by
their
doors
,
or
made
her
humble
purchases
at
their
shops
.
Thus
it
was
not
only
Mr.
Pestler
,
the
medical
man
,
but
Mr.
Linton
the
young
assistant
,
who
doctored
the
servant
maids
and
small
tradesmen
,
and
might
be
seen
any
day
reading
the
Times
in
the
surgery
,
who
openly
declared
himself
the
slave
of
Mrs.
Osborne
.
He
was
a
personable
young
gentleman
,
more
welcome
at
Mrs.
Sedley
's
lodgings
than
his
principal
;
and
if
anything
went
wrong
with
Georgy
,
he
would
drop
in
twice
or
thrice
in
the
day
to
see
the
little
chap
,
and
without
so
much
as
the
thought
of
a
fee
.
He
would
abstract
lozenges
,
tamarinds
,
and
other
produce
from
the
surgery-drawers
for
little
Georgy
's
benefit
,
and
compounded
draughts
and
mixtures
for
him
of
miraculous
sweetness
,
so
that
it
was
quite
a
pleasure
to
the
child
to
be
ailing
.
He
and
Pestler
,
his
chief
,
sat
up
two
whole
nights
by
the
boy
in
that
momentous
and
awful
week
when
Georgy
had
the
measles
;
and
when
you
would
have
thought
,
from
the
mother
's
terror
,
that
there
had
never
been
measles
in
the
world
before
.
Would
they
have
done
as
much
for
other
people
?
Did
they
sit
up
for
the
folks
at
the
Pineries
,
when
Ralph
Plantagenet
,
and
Gwendoline
,
and
Guinever
Mango
had
the
same
juvenile
complaint
?
Did
they
sit
up
for
little
Mary
Clapp
,
the
landlord
's
daughter
,
who
actually
caught
the
disease
of
little
Georgy
?
Truth
compels
one
to
say
,
no
.
They
slept
quite
undisturbed
,
at
least
as
far
as
she
was
concerned
--
pronounced
hers
to
be
a
slight
case
,
which
would
almost
cure
itself
,
sent
her
in
a
draught
or
two
,
and
threw
in
bark
when
the
child
rallied
,
with
perfect
indifference
,
and
just
for
form
's
sake
.
Again
,
there
was
the
little
French
chevalier
opposite
,
who
gave
lessons
in
his
native
tongue
at
various
schools
in
the
neighbourhood
,
and
who
might
be
heard
in
his
apartment
of
nights
playing
tremulous
old
gavottes
and
minuets
on
a
wheezy
old
fiddle
.
