Английский с улыбкой. Брет Гарт, Стивен Ликок. Дефективный детектив

“Come, Gertrude,” said Ronald tenderly, “let us flee together (пойдемте, Гертруда, – сказал Роналд нежно, – давайте уедем вместе; to flee – бежать, спасаться бегством).”

“You prefer to marry this penniless girl rather than the heiress I have selected for you.”

Gertrude looked from father to son in amazement.

“Yes,” said Ronald.

“Be it so,” said the Earl, draining a dipper of gin which he carried, and resuming his calm. “Then I disinherit you. Leave this place, and never return to it.”

“Come, Gertrude,” said Ronald tenderly, “let us flee together.”

Gertrude stood before them (Гертруда стояла перед ними). The rose had fallen from her head (роза упала с ее головы; to fall). The lace had fallen from her ear (кружево свалилось с уха) and the bagstring had come undone from her waist (и /пояс/ из бечевки развязался у нее на талии). Her newspapers were crumpled beyond recognition (газеты измялись до неузнаваемости; beyond – сверх, вне /выход за пределы, границы чего-л./). But dishevelled and illegible as she was, she was still mistress of herself (но будучи взъерошенной и в растрепанных одеждах, она сохраняла спокойствие; illegible – нечеткий, неразборчивый; to be master/mistress of oneself – владеть собой, держать себя в руках).

“Never,” she said firmly (никогда, – сказала она твердо). “Ronald, you shall never make this sacrifice for me (Роналд, я никогда не приму от вас такой жертвы: «вы никогда не принесете этой жертвы ради меня»; to make sacrifice – приносить жертву).” Then to the Earl, in tones of ice (затем, /поворотившись/ к графу, /продолжала/ ледяным тоном), “There is a pride, sir, as great even as yours (у меня гордости, сэр, не меньше, чем у вас: «существует гордость, сэр, даже такая же большая, как ваша»). The daughter of Metschnikoff McFiggin need crave a boon from no one (дочь Мецчникофф-МакФиггинов не нуждается ни в чьих благодеяниях).”

Gertrude stood before them. The rose had fallen from her head. The lace had fallen from her ear and the bagstring had come undone from her waist. Her newspapers were crumpled beyond recognition. But dishevelled and illegible as she was, she was still mistress of herself.

“Never,” she said firmly. “Ronald, you shall never make this sacrifice for me.” Then to the Earl, in tones of ice, “There is a pride, sir, as great even as yours. The daughter of Metschnikoff McFiggin need crave a boon from no one.”

With that she hauled from her bosom the daguerreotype of her father (с этими /словами/ она вытащила из-за пазухи дагерротип отца; bosom – грудь /поэт./; пазуха) and pressed it to her lips (и прижала его к своим губам).

The earl started as if shot (граф дернулся, будто от выстрела). “That name!” he cried, “that face! that photograph! stop (это имя! – вскричал он, – это лицо! эта фотография! подождите)!”