Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter XI
Itwasaverywonderfulandexcitingbook,andthescenewaslaidinthereignofthefamousEnglishqueenwhoiscalledbysomepeopleBloodyMary.AndasMr.HobbsheardofQueenMary’sdeedsandthehabitshehadofchoppingpeople’sheadsoff,puttingthemtothetorture,andburningthemalive,hebecameverymuchexcited.HetookhispipeoutofhismouthandstaredatDick,andatlasthewasobligedtomoptheperspirationfromhisbrowwithhisredpockethandkerchief.
“Why,heain’tsafe!”hesaid.“Heain’tsafe!Ifthewomenfolkscansitupontheirthronesan’givethewordforthingslikethattobedone,who’stoknowwhat’shappeningtohimthisveryminute?He’snomoresafethannothing!Justletawomanlikethatgetmad,an’noone’ssafe!”
“Well,”saidDick,thoughhelookedratheranxioushimself;“yeseethis’ereunisn’ttheonethat’sbossin’thingsnow.Iknowhername’sVictory,an’thisunhereinthebook,hername’sMary.”
“Soitis,”saidMr.Hobbs,stillmoppinghisforehead;“soitis.An’thenewspapersarenotsayin’anythingaboutanyracks,thumb-screws,orstake-burnin’s,—butstillitdoesn’tseemasif’twassafeforhimovertherewiththosequeerfolks.Why,theytellmetheydon’tkeeptheFourtho’July!”
Hewasprivatelyuneasyforseveraldays;anditwasnotuntilhereceivedFauntleroy’sletterandhadreaditseveraltimes,bothtohimselfandtoDick,andhadalsoreadtheletterDickgotaboutthesametime,thathebecamecomposedagain.
Buttheybothfoundgreatpleasureintheirletters.
