Here thay are at last" she cried. "Just in the time for tea , and don't day look as if they were muddy up to the eyes!
Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to coney sympathetic
comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with a dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction.
In the deepening twilight tree figures were walking across the lawn towards the window, they all carried guns under their arms, and one of them was additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk, I say, Bertie, why do you bound?,
Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat, the hall door, the gravel drive, and the front gate were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid imminent collision.
"Here we are, my dear ,said the bearer of the white mackintosh,coming in through the window," fairly muddy, but most of it's dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came
A most extraordinary man,a mr.nuttel" said mrs.sappleton, "could only talk about his illnesses and dashed off without a word of goodbye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost
I expect it was the spaniel " said the niece clamly " he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the ganges by a pack of pariah dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve
Here thay are at last" she cried. "Just in the time for tea , and don't day look as if they were muddy up to the eyes!
Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to coney sympathetic
comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with a dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction.
In the deepening twilight tree figures were walking across the lawn towards the window, they all carried guns under their arms, and one of them was additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk, I say, Bertie, why do you bound?,
Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat, the hall door, the gravel drive, and the front gate were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid imminent collision.
"Here we are, my dear ,said the bearer of the white mackintosh,coming in through the window," fairly muddy, but most of it's dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came
A most extraordinary man,a mr.nuttel" said mrs.sappleton, "could only talk about his illnesses and dashed off without a word of goodbye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost
I expect it was the spaniel " said the niece clamly " he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the ganges by a pack of pariah dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve
การแปล กรุณารอสักครู่..
