Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

Chapter V

           Hefeltagreat,strangepleasureinthebeautyofwhichhecaughtglimpsesunderandbetweenthesweepingboughs—thegreat,beautifulspacesofthepark,withstillothertreesstandingsometimesstatelyandalone,andsometimesingroups.Nowandthentheypassedplaceswheretallfernsgrewinmasses,andagainandagainthegroundwasazurewiththebluebellsswayinginthesoftbreeze.Severaltimeshestartedupwithalaughofdelightasarabbitleapedupfromunderthegreeneryandscuddedawaywithatwinkleofshortwhitetailbehindit.Onceacoveyofpartridgesrosewithasuddenwhirandflewaway,andthenheshoutedandclappedhishands.

           “It’sabeautifulplace,isn’tit?”hesaidtoMr.Havisham.“Ineversawsuchabeautifulplace.It’sprettiereventhanCentralPark.”

           Hewasratherpuzzledbythelengthoftimetheywereontheirway.

           “Howfarisit,”hesaid,atlength,“fromthegatetothefrontdoor?”

           “Itisbetweenthreeandfourmiles,”answeredthelawyer.

           “That’salongwayforapersontolivefromhisgate,”remarkedhislordship.

           Everyfewminuteshesawsomethingnewtowonderatandadmire.Whenhecaughtsightofthedeer,somecouchedinthegrass,somestandingwiththeirprettyantleredheadsturnedwithahalf-startledairtowardtheavenueasthecarriagewheelsdisturbedthem,hewasenchanted.

           “Hastherebeenacircus?”hecried;“ordotheyliveherealways?Whosearethey?”

           “Theylivehere,”Mr.Havishamtoldhim.“TheybelongtotheEarl,yourgrandfather.”

           Itwasnotlongafterthisthattheysawthecastle.

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