She might have wept thus into eternity, but for the insistent ringing of her doorbell, which at last penetrated grief and into her consciousness. She raised her tear-swollen face momentarily and then decided to ignore it. It could be none other than Mrs. Butterfield, eager to see and discuss her Paris dress and hear of her adventures amongst the heathen. What was there to show her now for the long wait, the hard work, the sacrifice and the foolish determination? A burned-out rag. Worse than Mrs. Butterfield's croakings of "I told you so" would be the sympathy that would follow, the tuttings and duckings and the warm but clumsy attempts to comfort her and which Mrs. Harris felt she could not bear. She wanted only to get on with her crying — to be allowed to weep alone until she died.
She pulled the damp pillow about her ears (она натянула влажную /от слез/ подушку на голову: «на уши») to shut out the sound of the ringing (чтобы не впускать =
strenuous ['strenjuqs], imperative [Im'perqtIv], dishevel [dI'Sevql]
She pulled the damp pillow about her ears to shut out the sound of the ringing, but now, somewhat to her alarm, heard it replaced by a loud knocking and thumping on the door, something rather more strenuous and imperative than she could connect with Mrs. Butterfield. Perhaps there was something wrong somewhere, an emergency, and she was needed. She arose quickly, brushed the wisps of disheveled hair out of her eyes and opened the door to reveal a B.E.A. messenger standing there goggling at her as though he had seen a ghost.
He croaked forth a kind of bilious (он проворчал далее несколько раздраженно) "Mrs. 'Arris, is it (миссис Харрис, не так ли)?"
" 'Oo else did you expect (кого вы еще ожидали)? Princess Margaret (принцессу Маргарет)? Bangin' and thumpin' like the 'ouse was afire ... (/это ж надо так/ стучать и колотить, будто дом был в огне)"
"Phew (фу)!" he said, mopping his brow with relief (сказал он, вытирая свой лоб с облегчением). "You didn't 'alf give me a turn, you did (как вы меня напугали;
"Eh?" Mrs. Harris asked. "Wot flowers (какие цветы)?"
croak [krquk], dead [ded], corpse [kO:ps]
He croaked forth a kind of bilious "Mrs. 'Arris, is it?"
" 'Oo else did you expect? Princess Margaret? Bangin' and thumpin' like the 'ouse was afire ..."
"Phew!" he said, mopping his brow with relief. "You didn't 'alf give me a turn, you did. I thought maybe you was dead. You not answering the doorbell, and all these flowers to deliver. I thought they might be for the corpse."
"Eh?" Mrs. Harris asked. "Wot flowers?"
The postman grinned (почтальон улыбнулся). "Flown over especial from France (доставлены самолетом специально из Франции;