Копи царя Соломона / King Solomon's Mines - стр. 14
“Oh,” I said, starting, for now I knew of whom Sir Henry had reminded me when first I saw him. His brother was a much smaller man and had a dark beard, but now that I thought of it, he possessed eyes of the same shade of grey and with the same keen look in them: the features too were not unlike.
features ['fi:tʃǝz] (feature)
– О! – промолвил я вздрогнув.
Теперь стало ясно, кого напоминал мне сэр Генри Куртис, когда я его впервые увидел. Мистер Невилль был гораздо меньше ростом, с темной бородой, но глаза у него были такие проницательные и такого же самого серого оттенка, как и у сэра Генри. В чертах лица также было некоторое сходство.
“He was,” went on Sir Henry, “my only and younger brother, and till five years ago I do not suppose that we were ever a month away from each other. But just about five years ago a misfortune befell us, as sometimes does happen in families. We quarrelled bitterly, and I behaved unjustly to my brother in my anger.”
quarrelled ['kwɒrǝld] (quarrel)
– Мистер Невилль – мой младший и единственный брат, – продолжал сэр Генри, – и мы впервые расстались с ним пять лет назад. До этого времени я не помню, чтобы мы разлучались даже на месяц. Но около пяти лет назад нас постигло несчастье: мы с братом поссорились не на жизнь, а на смерть (это иногда случается даже между очень близкими людьми), и я поступил с ним несправедливо.
Here Captain Good nodded his head vigorously to himself. The ship gave a big roll just then, so that the looking-glass, which was fixed opposite us to starboard, was for a moment nearly over our heads, and as I was sitting with my hands in my pockets and staring upwards, I could see him nodding like anything.
Тут капитан Гуд, как бы в подтверждение этих слов, энергично закивал головой. В это время наш пароход сильно накренился, и изображение капитана Гуда, отчаянно кивающего головой, отразилось в зеркале, которое в этот момент оказалось над моей головой.
“As I daresay you know,” went on Sir Henry, “if a man dies intestate, and has no property but land, real property it is called in England, it all descends to his eldest son. It so happened that just at the time when we quarrelled our father died intestate. He had put off making his will until it was too late. The result was that my brother, who had not been brought up to any profession, was left without a penny. Of course it would have been my duty to provide for him, but at the time the quarrel between us was so bitter that I did not – to my shame I say it (and he sighed deeply) – offer to do anything. It was not that I grudged him justice, but I waited for him to make advances, and he made none. I am sorry to trouble you with all this, Mr. Quatermain, but I must to make things clear, eh, Good?”