Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Butterfield felt cold chills run down their spines (миссис Харрис и миссис Баттерфилд почувствовали, /как/ холодная дрожь спустилась по их позвоночникам = их пробрала холодная дрожь) as they turned and looked at one another (когда они повернулись и посмотрели друг на друга). There was no question (без сомнения;
sure [Suq], enough [I'nAf], owner ['qunq]
Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Butterfield felt cold chills run down their spines as they turned and looked at one another. There was no question, this was it. They stared at their cards, and sure enough there was the name of the dog, "Haute Couture," and her French owner, and some of her record. A glance at the board showed them that her price was five to one.
"Come along (идем)," cried Mrs. Harris (крикнула миссис Харрис), making for the betting windows (продвигаясь к окошку приема ставок;
"What will you put on her, dearie — five quid (сколько ты поставишь на нее — пять фунтов)?" panted Mrs. Butterfield (выпалила миссис Баттерфилд).
"Five quid (пять фунтов)," echoed Mrs. Harris (повторила миссис Харрис), "after a 'unch like that (после подобного предчувствия)? Fifty (пятьдесят)!"
breathless ['breTlIs], battleship ['bxtlSIp], queue [kjH]
"Come along," cried Mrs. Harris, making for the betting windows. She, like a tiny destroyer escorting the huge battleship of Mrs. Butterfield, parted the crowds on either side of them and arrived at the queue.
"What will you put on her, dearie — five quid?" panted Mrs. Butterfield.
"Five quid," echoed Mrs. Harris, "after a 'unch like that? Fifty!"
At the mention of this sum (при упоминании этой суммы =
"At five to one that would be two hundred fifty pounds (при пяти к одному это будет двести пятьдесят фунтов)," asserted Mrs. Harris calmly (подтвердила миссис Харрис хладнокровно: «спокойно»).
Mrs. Butterfield's normal pessimism assailed her again (обычный пессимизм миссис Баттерфилд напал на нее снова). "But what if she loses (но что если она проиграет)?"
"It can't (она не может /проиграть/)," said Mrs. Harris imperturbably (сказала миссис Харрис невозмутимо). " 'Ow can it (как она может:
quiver ['kwIvq], assert [q'sWt], assail [q'seIl]
At the mention of this sum Mrs. Butterfield looked as though she were going to faint. Pallor spread from chin to chin, until it covered all three. She quivered with emotion. "Fifty quid," she whispered, in case anyone should be listening to such folly. "Fifty quid!"
"At five to one that would be two hundred fifty pounds," asserted Mrs. Harris calmly.
Mrs. Butterfield's normal pessimism assailed her again. "But what if she loses?"
"It can't," said Mrs. Harris imperturbably. " 'Ow can it?"