Shirley. Шарлотта Бронте
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Название: Shirley
Автор: Шарлотта Бронте
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Классическая проза
isbn: 9780007480647
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“That’s my kind little advocate!” said Moore, taking Rose’s hand.
“She was defending him,” repeated Rose, “as I should have done had I been in her place, for the other ladies seemed to speak spitefully.”
“Ladies always do speak spitefully,” observed Martin. “It is the nature of womenites to be spiteful.”
Matthew now, for the first time, opened his lips. “What a fool Martin is, to be always gabbling about what he does not understand!”
“It is my privilege, as a freeman, to gabble on whatever subject I like,” responded Martin.
“You use it, or rather abuse it, to such an extent,” rejoined the elder brother, “that you prove you ought to have been a slave.”
“A slave! a slave! That to a Yorke, and from a Yorke! This fellow,” he added, standing up at the table, and pointing across it to Matthew—“this fellow forgets, what every cottier in Briarfield knows, that all born of our house have that arched instep under which water can flow—proof that there has not been a slave of the blood for three hundred years.”
“Mountebank!” said Matthew.
“Lads, be silent!” exclaimed Mr. Yorke.—“Martin, you are a mischief-maker. There would have been no disturbance but for you.”
“Indeed! Is that correct? Did I begin, or did Matthew? Had I spoken to him when he accused me of gabbling like a fool?”
“A presumptuous fool!” repeated Matthew.
Here Mrs. Yorke commenced rocking herself—rather a portentous movement with her, as it was occasionally followed, especially when Matthew was worsted in a conflict, by a fit of hysterics.
“I don’t see why I should bear insolence from Matthew Yorke, or what right he has to use bad language to me,” observed Martin.
“He has no right, my lad; but forgive your brother until seventy-and-seven times,” said Mr. Yorke soothingly.
“Always alike, and theory and practice always adverse!” murmured Martin as he turned to leave the room.
“Where art thou going, my son?” asked the father.
“Somewhere where I shall be safe from insult, if in this house I can find any such place.”
Matthew laughed very insolently. Martin threw a strange look at him, and trembled through all his slight lad’s frame; but he restrained himself.
“I suppose there is no objection to my withdrawing?” he inquired.
“No. Go, my lad; but remember not to bear malice.”
Martin went, and Matthew sent another insolent laugh after him. Rose, lifting her fair head from Moore’s shoulder, against which, for a moment, it had been resting, said, as she directed a steady gaze to Matthew, “Martin is grieved, and you are glad; but I would rather be Martin than you. I dislike your nature.”
Here Mr. Moore, by way of averting, or at least escaping, a scene—which a sob from Mrs. Yorke warned him was likely to come on—rose, and putting Jessy off his knee, he kissed her and Rose, reminding them, at the same time, to be sure and come to the Hollow in good time to-morrow afternoon; then, having taken leave of his hostess, he said to Mr. Yorke, “May I speak a word with you?” and was followed by him from the room. Their brief conference took place in the hall.
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