Маленькие женщины

Camp Laurence

           "Atallfigure,allinwhitewithaveiloveritsfaceandalampinitswastedhand,"wentonMeg."Itbeckoned,glidingnoiselesslybeforehimdownacorridorasdarkandcoldasanytomb.Shadowyeffigiesinarmorstoodoneitherside,adeadsilencereigned,thelampburnedblue,andtheghostlyfigureeverandanonturneditsfacetowardhim,showingtheglitterofawfuleyesthroughitswhiteveil.Theyreachedacurtaineddoor,behindwhichsoundedlovelymusic.Hesprangforwardtoenter,butthespecterpluckedhimback,andwavedthreateninglybeforehima..."

           "Snuffbox,"saidJo,inasepulchraltone,whichconvulsedtheaudience."‘Thankee,’saidtheknightpolitely,ashetookapinchandsneezedseventimessoviolentlythathisheadfelloff.‘Ha!Ha!’laughedtheghost,andhavingpeepedthroughthekeyholeattheprincessesspinningawayfordearlife,theevilspiritpickeduphervictimandputhiminalargetinbox,wheretherewereelevenotherknightspackedtogetherwithouttheirheads,likesardines,whoallroseandbeganto..."

           "Danceahornpipe,"cutinFred,asJopausedforbreath,"and,astheydanced,therubbishyoldcastleturnedtoaman-of-warinfullsail.‘Upwiththejib,reefthetops’lhalliards,helmhardalee,andmantheguns!’roaredthecaptain,asaPortuguesepiratehoveinsight,withaflagblackasinkflyingfromherforemast.‘Goinandwin,myhearties!’saysthecaptain,andatremendousfightbegan.OfcoursetheBritishbeattheyalwaysdo."

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