-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Уильям Тэккерей
-
- Ярмарка тщеславия
-
- Стр. 126/431
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
What
a
pang
it
was
to
lose
all
that
:
to
have
had
it
and
not
prized
it
!
A
thousand
homely
scenes
and
recollections
crowded
on
him
--
in
which
he
always
saw
her
good
and
beautiful
.
And
for
himself
,
he
blushed
with
remorse
and
shame
,
as
the
remembrance
of
his
own
selfishness
and
indifference
contrasted
with
that
perfect
purity
.
For
a
while
,
glory
,
war
,
everything
was
forgotten
,
and
the
pair
of
friends
talked
about
her
only
.
"
Where
are
they
?
"
Osborne
asked
,
after
a
long
talk
,
and
a
long
pause
--
and
,
in
truth
,
with
no
little
shame
at
thinking
that
he
had
taken
no
steps
to
follow
her
.
"
Where
are
they
?
There
's
no
address
to
the
note
.
"
Dobbin
knew
.
He
had
not
merely
sent
the
piano
;
but
had
written
a
note
to
Mrs.
Sedley
,
and
asked
permission
to
come
and
see
her
--
and
he
had
seen
her
,
and
Amelia
too
,
yesterday
,
before
he
came
down
to
Chatham
;
and
,
what
is
more
,
he
had
brought
that
farewell
letter
and
packet
which
had
so
moved
them
.
The
good-natured
fellow
had
found
Mrs.
Sedley
only
too
willing
to
receive
him
,
and
greatly
agitated
by
the
arrival
of
the
piano
,
which
,
as
she
conjectured
,
MUST
have
come
from
George
,
and
was
a
signal
of
amity
on
his
part
.
Captain
Dobbin
did
not
correct
this
error
of
the
worthy
lady
,
but
listened
to
all
her
story
of
complaints
and
misfortunes
with
great
sympathy
--
condoled
with
her
losses
and
privations
,
and
agreed
in
reprehending
the
cruel
conduct
of
Mr.
Osborne
towards
his
first
benefactor
.
When
she
had
eased
her
overflowing
bosom
somewhat
,
and
poured
forth
many
of
her
sorrows
,
he
had
the
courage
to
ask
actually
to
see
Amelia
,
who
was
above
in
her
room
as
usual
,
and
whom
her
mother
led
trembling
downstairs
.
Her
appearance
was
so
ghastly
,
and
her
look
of
despair
so
pathetic
,
that
honest
William
Dobbin
was
frightened
as
he
beheld
it
;
and
read
the
most
fatal
forebodings
in
that
pale
fixed
face
.
After
sitting
in
his
company
a
minute
or
two
,
she
put
the
packet
into
his
hand
,
and
said
,
"
Take
this
to
Captain
Osborne
,
if
you
please
,
and
--
and
I
hope
he
's
quite
well
--
and
it
was
very
kind
of
you
to
come
and
see
us
--
and
we
like
our
new
house
very
much
.
And
I
--
I
think
I
'll
go
upstairs
,
Mamma
,
for
I
'm
not
very
strong
.
"
And
with
this
,
and
a
curtsey
and
a
smile
,
the
poor
child
went
her
way
.
The
mother
,
as
she
led
her
up
,
cast
back
looks
of
anguish
towards
Dobbin
.
The
good
fellow
wanted
no
such
appeal
.
He
loved
her
himself
too
fondly
for
that
.
Inexpressible
grief
,
and
pity
,
and
terror
pursued
him
,
and
he
came
away
as
if
he
was
a
criminal
after
seeing
her
.
When
Osborne
heard
that
his
friend
had
found
her
,
he
made
hot
and
anxious
inquiries
regarding
the
poor
child
.
How
was
she
?
How
did
she
look
?
What
did
she
say
?
His
comrade
took
his
hand
,
and
looked
him
in
the
face
.
"
George
,
she
's
dying
,
"
William
Dobbin
said
--
and
could
speak
no
more
.
There
was
a
buxom
Irish
servant-girl
,
who
performed
all
the
duties
of
the
little
house
where
the
Sedley
family
had
found
refuge
:
and
this
girl
had
in
vain
,
on
many
previous
days
,
striven
to
give
Amelia
aid
or
consolation
.
Emmy
was
much
too
sad
to
answer
,
or
even
to
be
aware
of
the
attempts
the
other
was
making
in
her
favour
.
