Посмертні записки Піквікського клубу

Containing the Story of the Bagman’s Uncle

           Theyseemedtostartup,insomestrangemanner,fromtheground,ortheair,anddisappearinthesameway.Whenaporterhadputhisluggageinthecoach,andreceivedhisfare,heturnedroundandwasgone;andbeforemyunclehadwellbeguntowonderwhathadbecomeofhim,halfadozenfreshonesstartedup,andstaggeredalongundertheweightofparcels,whichseemedbigenoughtocrushthem.Thepassengerswerealldressedsooddlytoo!Large,broad-skirtedlacedcoats,withgreatcuffsandnocollars;andwigs,gentlemengreatformalwigswithatiebehind.Myunclecouldmakenothingofit.

           ‘"Now,areyougoingtogetin?"saidthepersonwhohadaddressedmyunclebefore.Hewasdressedasamailguard,withawigonhisheadandmostenormouscuffstohiscoat,andhadalanterninonehand,andahugeblunderbussintheother,whichhewasgoingtostowawayinhislittlearm-chest."AREyougoingtogetin,JackMartin?"saidtheguard,holdingthelanterntomyuncle’sface.

           ‘"Hollo!"saidmyuncle,fallingbackasteportwo."That’sfamiliar!"

           ‘"It’ssoontheway-bill,"saidtheguard.

           ‘"Isn’ttherea‘Mister’beforeit?"saidmyuncle.Forhefelt,gentlemen,thatforaguardhedidn’tknow,tocallhimJackMartin,wasalibertywhichthePostOfficewouldn’thavesanctionediftheyhadknownit.

           ‘"No,thereisnot,"rejoinedtheguardcoolly.

Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 1115 з 1301