-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Жюль Верн
-
- Таинственный остров
-
- Стр. 207/526
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Now
Granite
House
was
more
than
their
dwelling
,
it
was
their
warehouse
.
There
were
all
the
stores
belonging
to
the
colony
,
weapons
,
instruments
,
tools
,
ammunition
,
provisions
,
etc.
.
To
think
that
all
that
might
be
pillaged
and
that
the
settlers
would
have
all
their
work
to
do
over
again
,
fresh
weapons
and
tools
to
make
,
was
a
serious
matter
.
Their
uneasiness
led
one
or
other
of
them
also
to
go
out
every
few
minutes
to
see
if
Top
was
keeping
good
watch
.
Cyrus
Harding
alone
waited
with
his
habitual
patience
,
although
his
strong
mind
was
exasperated
at
being
confronted
with
such
an
inexplicable
fact
,
and
he
was
provoked
at
himself
for
allowing
a
feeling
to
which
he
could
not
give
a
name
,
to
gain
an
influence
over
him
.
Gideon
Spilett
shared
his
feelings
in
this
respect
,
and
the
two
conversed
together
in
whispers
of
the
inexplicable
circumstance
which
baffled
even
their
intelligence
and
experience
.
"
It
is
a
joke
,
"
said
Pencroft
;
"
it
is
a
trick
some
one
has
played
us
.
Well
,
I
do
n't
like
such
jokes
,
and
the
joker
had
better
look
out
for
himself
,
if
he
falls
into
my
hands
,
I
can
tell
him
.
"
As
soon
as
the
first
gleam
of
light
appeared
in
the
east
,
the
colonists
,
suitably
armed
,
repaired
to
the
beach
under
Granite
House
.
The
rising
sun
now
shone
on
the
cliff
and
they
could
see
the
windows
,
the
shutters
of
which
were
closed
,
through
the
curtains
of
foliage
.
All
here
was
in
order
;
but
a
cry
escaped
the
colonists
when
they
saw
that
the
door
,
which
they
had
closed
on
their
departure
,
was
now
wide
open
.
Some
one
had
entered
Granite
House
--
there
could
be
no
more
doubt
about
that
.
The
upper
ladder
,
which
generally
hung
from
the
door
to
the
landing
,
was
in
its
place
,
but
the
lower
ladder
was
drawn
up
and
raised
to
the
threshold
.
It
was
evident
that
the
intruders
had
wished
to
guard
themselves
against
a
surprise
.
Pencroft
hailed
again
.
No
reply
.
"
The
beggars
,
"
exclaimed
the
sailor
.
"
There
they
are
sleeping
quietly
as
if
they
were
in
their
own
house
.
Hallo
there
,
you
pirates
,
brigands
,
robbers
,
sons
of
John
Bull
!
"
