Читать книгу Three Plays by Granville Barker: The Marrying of Ann Leete, The Voysey Inheritance & Waste онлайн

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ann rejoins them now. The twilight is gathering.

carnaby.My mother's very old... your grandfather's younger and seventy-nine.. he swears I'll never come into the title. There's little else.

sarah.You're feverish.. why are you saying this?

carnaby.Ann.. George.. George via Wycombe.. Wycombe Court.. Sir George Leete baronet, Justice of the Peace, Deputy Lieutenant.. the thought's tumbled. Ann, I first saw your mother in this garden.. there.

ann.Was she like me?

sarah.My age when she married.

carnaby.She was not beautiful.. then she died.

ann.Mr. Tatton thinks it a romantic garden.

carnaby.[Pause.]D'ye hear the wind sighing through that tree?

ann.The air's quite still.

carnaby.I hear myself sighing.. when I first saw your mother in this garden... that's how it was done.

sarah.For a woman must marry.

carnaby.[Rises.]You all take to it as ducks to water.. but apple sauce is quite correct.. I must not mix metaphors.

mrs. opie comes from the house.

sarah.Your supper done, Mrs. Opie?

mrs. opie.I eat little in the evening.