Дублинцы
The Dead
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“Therewasnorow,”saidGabrielmoodily,“onlyshewantedmetogoforatriptothewestofIrelandandIsaidIwouldn’t.”
Hiswifeclaspedherhandsexcitedlyandgavealittlejump.
“O,dogo,Gabriel,”shecried.“I’dlovetoseeGalwayagain.”
“Youcangoifyoulike,”saidGabrielcoldly.
Shelookedathimforamoment,thenturnedtoMrs.Malinsandsaid:
“There’sanicehusbandforyou,Mrs.Malins.”
WhileshewasthreadingherwaybackacrosstheroomMrs.Malins,withoutadvertingtotheinterruption,wentontotellGabrielwhatbeautifulplacestherewereinScotlandandbeautifulscenery.Herson-in-lawbroughtthemeveryyeartothelakesandtheyusedtogofishing.Herson-in-lawwasasplendidfisher.Onedayhecaughtabeautifulbigfishandthemaninthehotelcookeditfortheirdinner.
Gabrielhardlyheardwhatshesaid.Nowthatsupperwascomingnearhebegantothinkagainabouthisspeechandaboutthequotation.WhenhesawFreddyMalinscomingacrosstheroomtovisithismotherGabrielleftthechairfreeforhimandretiredintotheembrasureofthewindow.Theroomhadalreadyclearedandfromthebackroomcametheclatterofplatesandknives.Thosewhostillremainedinthedrawingroomseemedtiredofdancingandwereconversingquietlyinlittlegroups.Gabriel’swarmtremblingfingerstappedthecoldpaneofthewindow.
