The Mystery of Edwin Drood. Чарльз Диккенс
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Название: The Mystery of Edwin Drood
Автор: Чарльз Диккенс
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Документальная литература
isbn: 4057664099938
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Charles Dickens
The Mystery of Edwin Drood
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664099938
Table of Contents
CHAPTER II—A DEAN, AND A CHAPTER ALSO
CHAPTER V—MR. DURDLES AND FRIEND
CHAPTER VI—PHILANTHROPY IN MINOR CANON CORNER
CHAPTER VII—MORE CONFIDENCES THAN ONE
CHAPTER XI—A PICTURE AND A RING
CHAPTER XII—A NIGHT WITH DURDLES
CHAPTER XIII—BOTH AT THEIR BEST
CHAPTER XIV—WHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGAIN?
CHAPTER XVII—PHILANTHROPY, PROFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL
CHAPTER XVIII—A SETTLER IN CLOISTERHAM
CHAPTER XIX—SHADOW ON THE SUN-DIAL
CHAPTER XXII—A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES ON
APPENDIX: FRAGMENT OF “THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD”
HOW MR. SAPSEA CEASED TO BE A MEMBER OF THE EIGHT CLUB told by himself
CHAPTER I—THE DAWN
An ancient English Cathedral Tower? How can the ancient English Cathedral tower be here! The well-known massive gray square tower of its old Cathedral? How can that be here! There is no spike of rusty iron in the air, between the eye and it, from any point of the real prospect. What is the spike that intervenes, and who has set it up? Maybe it is set up by the Sultan’s orders for the impaling of a horde of Turkish robbers, one by one. It is so, for cymbals clash, and the Sultan goes by to his palace in long procession. Ten thousand scimitars flash in the sunlight, and thrice ten thousand dancing-girls strew flowers. Then, follow white elephants caparisoned in countless gorgeous colours, and infinite in number and attendants. Still the Cathedral Tower rises in the background, where it cannot be, and still no writhing figure is on the grim spike. Stay! Is the spike so low a thing as the rusty spike on the top of a post of an old bedstead that has tumbled all awry? Some vague period of drowsy laughter must be devoted to the consideration of this possibility.
Shaking from head to foot, the man whose scattered consciousness has thus fantastically pieced itself together, at length rises, supports his trembling frame upon his arms, and looks around. He is in the meanest and closest of small rooms. Through the ragged window-curtain, the light of early day steals in from a miserable court. He lies, dressed, across a large unseemly bed, upon a bedstead that has indeed given way under the weight upon it. Lying, also dressed and also across the bed, not longwise, are a Chinaman, a Lascar, and a haggard woman. The two first are in a sleep or stupor; the last is blowing at a kind of pipe, to kindle it. And as she blows, and shading it with her lean hand, concentrates its red spark of light, it serves in the dim morning as a lamp to show him what he sees of her.
‘Another?’ says this woman, in a querulous, rattling whisper. ‘Have another?’
He looks about him, with his hand to his forehead.
‘Ye’ve smoked as many as five since ye come in at midnight,’ the woman goes on, as she chronically complains. ‘Poor me, poor me, my head is so bad. Them two come in after ye. Ah, poor me, the business is slack, is slack! Few Chinamen about the Docks, and fewer Lascars, and no ships coming in, these say! Here’s another ready for ye, deary. Ye’ll remember like a good soul, won’t ye, that the market price is dreffle high just now? More nor three shillings and sixpence for a thimbleful! And ye’ll remember that nobody but me (and Jack Chinaman t’other side the court; but he can’t do it as well as me) has the true secret of mixing it? Ye’ll pay up accordingly, deary, won’t ye?’
She blows at the pipe as she speaks, and, occasionally bubbling at it, inhales much of its contents.
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