Большие надежды. Уровень 2 / Great Expectations

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She called me “boy” very often, but she was of about my own age. Anyway, she seemed much older than I, of course.

We went into the house by a side door. The great front entrance had two chains across it outside. The passages were all dark. At last we came to the door of a room, and the girl said, “Go in.”

I answered, more in shyness than politeness, “After you, miss.”

To this she returned:

“Don’t be ridiculous, boy; I am not going in.”

She scornfully walked away, and took the candle with her.

This was very uncomfortable, and I was afraid. However, I knocked and entered. I found myself[19 - I found myself – я очутился] in a large room. It was well lighted with wax candles. No glimpse of daylight. It was a dressing-room, but in it was a draped table with a gilded looking-glass.

In an arm-chair, sat a very strange lady. She was dressed in rich materials – satins, and lace, and silks – all of white. Her shoes were white. And she had a long white veil dependent from her hair.

“Who is it?” said the lady.

“Pip, ma’am.”

“Come nearer; let me look at you. Come close.”

A clock in the room stopped at twenty minutes to nine.

“Look at me,” said Miss Havisham. “You are not afraid of me?”

“No.”

“Do you know what I touch here?” she laid her hands, one upon the other, on her left side.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What do I touch?”

“Your heart.”

“Broken!”

She uttered the word with strong emphasis, and with a weird smile.

“I am tired,” said Miss Havisham. “I want diversion. Play. I sometimes have sick fancies. There, there!” with an impatient movement of the fingers of her right hand; “play, play, play!”

I was looking at Miss Havisham.

“Are you sullen and obstinate?”

“No, ma’am, I am very sorry for you, and very sorry I can’t play just now.

Before she spoke again, she turned her eyes from me, and looked at the dress she wore, and at the dressing-table, and finally at herself in the looking-glass.

“So new to him,” she muttered, “so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us! Call Estella.