Скорбь сатаны

Chapter 10

           Heisabornscoundrel—andhasneverseenhiswaytobeinganythingelse—whyshouldyoucompassionatehim?Fromthetimehefirstwenttocollegetillnow,hehasbeendoingnothingbutlivealifeofdegradedsensuality—heisaworthlessrake,lesstoberespectedthananhonestdog!"

           "YetsomeoneloveshimIdaresay!"Isaid.

           "Someoneloveshim!"echoedLuciowithinimitabledisdain—"Bah!Threeballetgirlsliveonhimifthatiswhatyoumean.Hismotherlovedhim—butsheisdead—hebrokeherheart.HeisnogoodItellyou—lethimpayhisdebtinfull,eventothesoulhestakedsolightly.IfIwerethedevilnow,andhadjustwonthestrangegameweplayedto-night,Isupposeaccordingtopriestlytradition,IshouldbepilingupthefireforLyntoninhighglee—butbeingwhatIam,Isayletthemanalonetomakehisowndestiny—letthingstaketheircourse—andashechosetoriskeverything,solethimpayeverything."

           WewerebythistimewalkingslowlyintoPallMall—Iwasonthepointofmakingsomereply,whencatchingsightofaman’sfigureontheoppositesideoftheway,notfarfromtheMarlboroughClub,Iutteredaninvoluntaryexclamation.

           "Whythereheis!"Isaid—"thereisViscountLynton!"

           Lucio’shandclosedtightlyonmyarm.

           "Youdon’twanttospeaktohimnow,surely!"

           "No.ButIwonderwherehe’sgoing?Hewalksratherunsteadily."

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 149 из 677