Crooked House / Скрюченный домишко. Книга для чтения на английском языке

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She took it without batting an eyelash[3 - without batting an eyelash – не моргнув и глазом]. She sat there, smoking, not looking at me.

For a moment or two I was nervous that she might not understand.

�Listen,’ I said. �The one thing I’m determined not to do, is to ask you to marry me now. That wouldn’t work out anyway. First you might turn me down, and then I’d go off miserable and probably tie up with some ghastly woman just to restore my vanity. And if you didn’t turn me down what could we do about it? Get married and part at once? Get engaged and settle down to a long waiting period? I couldn’t stand your doing that.

You might meet someone else and feel bound to be “loyal” to me. We’ve been living in a queer hectic get-on-with-it-quickly atmosphere. Marriages and love affairs making and breaking all round us. I’d like to feel you’d gone home, free and independent, to look round you and size up[4 - to size up – оценить] the new post-war world and decide what you want out of it. What is between you and me, Sophia, has got to be permanent. I’ve no use for any other kind of marriage.’

�No more have I,’ said Sophia.

�On the other hand,’ I said, �I think I’m entitled to let you know how I—well—how I feel.’

�But without undue lyrical expression?’ murmured Sophia.

�Darling—don’t you understand? I’ve tried not to say I love you—’

She stopped me.

�I do understand, Charles. And I like your funny way of doing things. And you may come and see me when you come back—if you still want to—’

It was my turn to interrupt.

�There’s no doubt about that.’

�There’s always a doubt about everything, Charles. There may always be some incalculable factor that upsets the apple-cart. For one thing, you don’t know much about me, do you?’

I don’t even know where you live in England.’

�I live at Swinly Dean.

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I nodded at the mention of the well-known outer suburb of London which boasts three excellent golf courses for the city financier.

She added softly in a musing voice: In a little crooked house…’

I must have looked slightly startled, for she seemed amused, and explained by elaborating the quotation. �“And they all lived together in a little crooked house.” That’s us. Not really such a little house either.