Учебно-методическое пособие для факультативных занятий по английскому языку. Таганрог: Изд-во тти, 2013. 200 с
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TEXT 8. MORTMAIN 1 by Graham Greene How wonderfully secure and peaceful a genuine marriage seemed to Carter, when he attained it at the age of forty-two. He even enjoyed every moment of the church service, except when he saw Josephine wiping away a tear as he conducted Julia down the aisle. It was typical of this new frank relationship that Josephine was there at all. He had no secrets from Julia, they had often talked together of his ten tormented years with Josephine, of her extravagant jealousy, of her well-timed hysterics. "It was her insecurity," Julia argued with understanding, and she was quite convinced that in a little while it would be possible to form a friendship with Josephine. "I doubt it, darling." "Why? I can't help being fond of anyone who loved you." "It was a rather cruel love." 157 "Perhaps at the end when she knew she was losing you, but, darling, there were happy years." "Yes." But he wanted to forget that he had ever loved anyone before Julia. Her generosity sometimes staggered him. On the seventh day of their honeymoon, when they were drinking retsina 2 in a little restaurant on the beach by Sunium 3 , he accidentally took a letter from Josephine out of his pocket. It had arrived the day before and he had concealed it, for fear of hurting Julia. It was typical of Josephine that she could not leave him alone for the brief period of the honeymoon. Even her handwriting was now abhorrent to him — very neat, very small, in black ink, the colour of her hair. Julia was platinum-fair. How had he ever thought that black hair was beautiful? Or been impatient to read letters in black ink? "What's the letter, darling? I didn't know there had been a post." "It's from Josephine. It came yesterday." "But you haven't even opened it!" she exclaimed without a word of reproach. "I don't want to think about her." "But, darling, she may be ill." "Not she." "Or in distress." "She earns more with her fashion designs than I do with my stories." "Darling, let's be kind. We can afford to be. We are so happy." So he opened the letter. It was affectionate and uncomplaining and he read it with distaste: Dear Philip, I didn't want to be a death's head 4 at the reception, so I had no chance to say goodbye and wish you both the greatest possible happiness. I thought Julia looked terribly beautiful and so very, very young. You must look after her carefully. I know how well you can do that, Philip dear. When I saw her, I couldn't help wondering why you took such a long time to make up your mind to leave me. Silly Philip. It's much less painful to act quickly. I don't suppose you are interested to hear about my activities now, but just in case you are worrying a little about me — you know what an old worrier you are — I want you to know that I’m working very hard at a whole series for — guess, the French Vogue. They are paying me a 158 fortune in francs, and I simply have no time for unhappy thoughts. I've been back once — I hope you don't mind — to our apartment (slip of the жүктеу/скачать 1,77 Mb. Достарыңызбен бөлісу:
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