THREE weeks had passed since Jefferson Hope and his comrades had departed from Salt Lake City (прошло три недели с тех пор, как Джефферсон Хоуп с товарищами уехал из Солт-Лейк-Сити). John Ferrier's heart was sore within him when he thought of the young man's return (у Джона Феррьера ныло сердце, когда он думал о возвращении молодого человека; sore — страдающий, испытывающий душевную боль), and of the impending loss of his adopted child (и о предстоящей разлуке с приемным ребенком; loss — утрата; to impend — нависать; угрожать /об опасности, беде и т. п./; надвигаться, приближаться). Yet her bright and happy face reconciled him to the arrangement more than any argument could have done (но ее светившееся, счастливое лицо примиряло его с этим больше, чем любые аргументы; arrangement — договоренность, соглашение). He had always determined, deep down in his resolute heart (он давно принял решение, в самой глубине своего упрямого сердца; resolute — непоколебимый, решительный, твердый), that nothing would ever induce him to allow his daughter to wed a Mormon (что ничто никогда не вынудит его позволить своей дочери выйти замуж за мормона; to wed — жениться; выходить замуж; вступать в брак). Such a marriage he regarded as no marriage at all, but as a shame and a disgrace (такой брак он и за брак не считал, но относился к нему как к стыду и позору). Whatever he might think of the Mormon doctrines (что бы он ни думал о доктринах учения мормонов), upon that one point he was inflexible (насчет этого пункта он был непоколебим; flexible — гибкий; гнущийся; мягкий, эластичный). He had to seal his mouth on the subject, however (однако ему приходилось скрывать свои мысли: «запечатать свой рот» по этому поводу), for to express an unorthodox opinion was a dangerous matter in those days in the Land of the Saints (так как высказывать мнение, расходящееся с общепринятым: «неортодоксальное мнение», было опасным делом в те дни в Стране святых).
comrade ['kOmr(e)Id], reconcile ['rek(@)nsaIl], unorthodox [Vn'O:T@dOks]
Three weeks had passed since Jefferson Hope and his comrades had departed from Salt Lake City. John Ferrier's heart was sore within him when he thought of the young man's return, and of the impending loss of his adopted child. Yet her bright and happy face reconciled him to the arrangement more than any argument could have done. He had always determined, deep down in his resolute heart, that nothing would ever induce him to allow his daughter to wed a Mormon. Such a marriage he regarded as no marriage at all, but as a shame and a disgrace. Whatever he might think of the Mormon doctrines, upon that one point he was inflexible. He had to seal his mouth on the subject, however, for to express an unorthodox opinion was a dangerous matter in those days in the Land of the Saints.