Английский для смелых. Истории о духах и привидениях

Dr Teesdale waited a little, but there was no further sound of any kind, except the chuckling and croaking of the instrument (доктор Тисдейл еще немного подождал, но больше не доносилось вообще никаких звуков, не считая треск и шорох аппарата; kind – сорт, вид). He put the receiver on to its hook again (он положил трубку обратно на рычаг), and then became aware for the first time that his forehead was streaming with some cold dew of horror (а затем впервые осознал, что его лоб от ужаса весь покрыт каплями ледяного пота; to stream – вытекать, струиться, течь; dew – роса; капля пота). His ears sang (в его ушах стоял звон; to sing – петь; звенеть); his heart beat very quick and faint, and he sat down to recover himself (его сердце билось очень часто: «быстро» и слабо, и он сел, чтобы прийти в себя). Once or twice he asked himself if it was possible that some terrible joke was being played on him (раз или два: «однажды или дважды» он спросил себя, не могло ли это быть каким-то ужасным розыгрышем: «не было ли это возможным, что с ним играли какую-то ужасную шутку»), but he knew that could not be so (но он знал, что это не могло быть так); he felt perfectly sure that he had been speaking with a soul in torment of contrition for the terrible and irremediable act it had committed (он был абсолютно уверен, что он только что говорил с душой, мучимой раскаянием за совершенный /ею /ужасный и непоправимый поступок; torment – мука, мучение). It was no delusion of his senses, either (и это также не было обманом его чувств); here in this comfortable room of his in Bedford Square, with London cheerfully roaring round him, he had spoken with the spirit of Charles Linkworth (здесь, в своей уютной комнате на Бедфорд-Сквер, посреди живой суматохи Лондона: «с Лондоном, оживленно ревущим вокруг него» он говорил с духом Чарльза Линкворта; cheerfully – радостно, живо, энергично).

 Dr Teesdale waited a little, but there was no further sound of any kind, except the chuckling and croaking of the instrument. He put the receiver on to its hook again, and then became aware for the first time that his forehead was streaming with some cold dew of horror. His ears sang; his heart beat very quick and faint, and he sat down to recover himself. Once or twice he asked himself if it was possible that some terrible joke was being played on him, but he knew that could not be so; he felt perfectly sure that he had been speaking with a soul in torment of contrition for the terrible and irremediable act it had committed. It was no delusion of his senses, either; here in this comfortable room of his in Bedford Square, with London cheerfully roaring round him, he had spoken with the spirit of Charles Linkworth.