Neilson poured his visitor a good stiff glass of whisky and gave him a cigar. The skipper volunteered a little information.
"I got in last night, but I couldn’t find the opening, so I had to anchor outside. I never been this run before, but my people had some stuff they wanted to bring over here. Gray, d’you know him?"
"Yes, he’s got a store a little way along."
"Well, there was a lot of canned stuff that he wanted over, an’ he’s got some copra. They thought I might just as well come over as lie idle at Apia. I run between Apia and Pago-Pago mostly, but they’ve got smallpox there just now, and there’s nothing stirring."
He took a drink of his whisky and lit a cigar (он сделал: «взял» глоток своего виски и зажег сигару). He was a taciturn man (он был неразговорчивым человеком), but there was something in Neilson (но было что-то /такое/ в Нилсоне) that made him nervous (что заставляло его нервничать: «делало его нервным»), and his nervousness made him talk (и /эта/ его нервозность заставляла его говорить). The Swede was looking at him with large dark eyes (швед глядел на него большими темными глазами) in which there was an expression of faint amusement (в которых читалась легкая усмешка;
"This is a tidy little place you’ve got here (неплохое местечко у вас тут;
"I’ve done my best with it (я очень старался с ним;
"You must do pretty well with your trees (должно быть, дела у вас идут довольно хорошо с вашими деревьями;
He looked round the room again (он снова оглядел комнату), where all those books gave him a feeling of something incomprehensible and hostile (где все эти книги вселяли в него: «давали ему» ощущение чего-то непонятного и враждебного).
"I guess you must find it a bit lonesome here though (однако, полагаю, вы должны находить это =
"I’ve got used to it (я /уже/ привык к этому). I’ve been here for twenty-five years (я здесь /уже/ двадцать пять лет)."
amusement [q`mjHzmqnt], incomprehensible [In`kOmprI`hensqbl], hostile [`hOstaIl]
He took a drink of his whisky and lit a cigar. He was a taciturn man, but there was something in Neilson that made him nervous, and his nervousness made him talk. The Swede was looking at him with large dark eyes in which there was an expression of faint amusement.
"This is a tidy little place you’ve got here."
"I’ve done my best with it."
"You must do pretty well with your trees. They look fine. With copra at the price it is now. I had a bit of a plantation myself once, in Upolu it was, but I had to sell it."
He looked round the room again, where all those books gave him a feeling of something incomprehensible and hostile.
"I guess you must find it a bit lonesome here though," he said.
"I’ve got used to it. I’ve been here for twenty-five years."