Возвращение на родину

V. Through the Moonlight

           ’”

           “ThankGod,”saidtheTurkishKnight,stamping,andtakingfromthewalltheconventionallancethateachofthemummerscarried.Herbootsbeingthinnerthanthoseoftheyoungmen,thehoarhaddampedherfeetandmadethemcold.

           “Uponmysong’tisanothertenminutesforus,”saidtheValiantSoldier,lookingthroughthekeyholeasthetunemodulatedintoanotherwithoutstopping.“GrandferCantleisstandinginthiscorner,waitinghisturn.”

           “’Twon’tbelong;’tisasix-handedreel,”saidtheDoctor.

           “Whynotgoin,dancingorno?Theysentforus,”saidtheSaracen.

           “Certainlynot,”saidEustaciaauthoritatively,asshepacedsmartlyupanddownfromdoortogatetowarmherself.“Weshouldburstintothemiddleofthemandstopthedance,andthatwouldbeunmannerly.”

           “Hethinkshimselfsomebodybecausehehashadabitmoreschoolingthanwe,”saidtheDoctor.

           “Youmaygotothedeuce!”saidEustacia.

           Therewasawhisperedconversationbetweenthreeorfourofthem,andoneturnedtoher.

           “Willyoutellusonething?”hesaid,notwithoutgentleness.“BeyouMissVye?Wethinkyoumustbe.”

           “Youmaythinkwhatyoulike,”saidEustaciaslowly.“Buthonourableladswillnottelltalesuponalady.”

           “We’llsaynothing,miss.That’suponourhonour.”

           “Thankyou,”shereplied.

           Atthismomentthefiddlesfinishedoffwithascreech,andtheserpentemittedalastnotethatnearlyliftedtheroof.

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