julietta_kmv: комментарии

The requested URL /books/content?id=32haAAAAMAAJ&pg=PA1 was not found on this server. That’s all we know.

насколько я поняла, это адаптированная версия. Некая Моника Кулинг постаралась....https://books.google.ru/books?id=noAlg9M_ftsC&pg=PA9&lpg=PA9&dq=Aunt+Polly+peered+over+the+glasses+perched+at+the+end+of+her+nose.+%E2%80%9CIf+I+get+hold+of+you,+Tom&source=bl&ots=ANQyOHLTsq&sig=ACfU3U3WBu7gsBTd4WCiNDKkt-VxvvejVA&hl=en&sa=X&redir_esc=y#v=onepage&q=Aunt%20Polly%20peered%20over%20the%20glasses%20perched%20at%20the%20end%20of%20her%20nose.%20%E2%80%9CIf%20I%20get%20hold%20of%20you%2C%20To%20Old%20lady%20pulled%20her%20spectacles%20down&f=false

Tom!”
No answer.
“Tom!”
No answer.
“What’s gone with that boy, I wonder? You Tom!”
No answer.
The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over
them about the room; then she put them up and looked out
under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so
1small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of
her heart, and were built for “style,” not service—she could
have seen through a pair of stove lids just as well. She looked
perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still
loud enough for the furniture to hear:
“Well, I lay if I get hold of you I’ll—”
She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down
and punching under the bed with the broom, and so she
needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She resurrected
nothing but the cat.