PROLOGUE - IN THE MARQUESAS.
It was about three o'clock of a winter's afternoon in Tai-o-hae, the French capital and port of entry of the Marquesas Islands. The trades blew strong and squally; the surf roared loud on the shingle beach; and the fifty-ton schooner of war, that carries the flag and influence of France about the islands of the cannibal group, rolled at her moorings under Prison Hill. The clouds hung low and black on the surrounding amphitheatre of mountains; rain had fallen earlier in the day, real tropic rain, a waterspout for violence; and the green and gloomy brow of the mountain was still seamed with many silver threads of torrent.
In these hot and healthy islands winter is but a name. The rain had not refreshed, nor could the wind invigorate, the dwellers of Tai-o-hae: away at one end, indeed, the commandant was directing some changes in the residency garden beyond Prison Hill; and the gardeners, being all convicts, had no choice but to continue to obey. All other folks slumbered and took their rest: Vaekehu, the native queen, in her trim house under the rustling palms; the Tahitian commissary, in his beflagged official residence; the merchants, in their deserted stores; and even the club-servant in the club, his head fallen forward on the bottle-counter, under the map of the world and the cards of navy officers. In the whole length of the single shoreside street, with its scattered board houses looking to the sea, its grateful shade of palms and green jungle of puraos, no moving figure could be seen. Only, at the end of the rickety pier, that once (in the prosperous days of the American rebellion) was used to groan under the cotton of John Hart, there might have been spied upon a pile of lumber the famous tattooed white man, the living curiosity of Tai-o-hae.
His eyes were open, staring down the bay. He saw the mountains droop, as they approached the entrance, and break down in cliffs; the surf boil white round the two sentinel islets; and between, on the narrow bight of blue horizon, Ua-pu upraise the ghost of her pinnacled mountain tops. But his mind would take no account of these familiar features; as he dodged in and out along the frontier line of sleep and waking, memory would serve him with broken fragments of the past: brown faces and white, of skipper and shipmate, king and chief, would arise before his mind and vanish; he would recall old voyages, old landfalls in the hour of dawn; he would hear again the drums beat for a man-eating festival; perhaps he would summon up the form of that island princess for the love of whom he had submitted his body to the cruel hands of the tattooer, and now sat on the lumber, at the pier-end of Tai-o-hae, so strange a figure of a European. Or perhaps from yet further back, sounds and scents of England and his childhood might assail him: the merry clamour of cathedral bells, the broom upon the foreland, the song of the river on the weir.
It is bold water at the mouth of the bay; you can steer a ship about either sentinel, close enough to toss a biscuit on the rocks. Thus it chanced that, as the tattooed man sat dozing and dreaming, he was startled into wakefulness and animation by the appearance of a flying jib beyond the western islet. Two more headsails followed; and before the tattooed man had scrambled to his feet, a topsail schooner, of some hundred tons, had luffed about the sentinel and was standing up the bay, close-hauled.
The sleeping city awakened by enchantment. Natives appeared upon all sides, hailing each other with the magic cry "Ehippy"—ship; the Queen stepped forth on her verandah, shading her eyes under a hand that was a miracle of the fine art of tattooing; the commandant broke from his domestic convicts and ran into the residency for his glass; the harbour master, who was also the gaoler, came speeding down the Prison Hill; the seventeen brown Kanakas and the French boatswain's mate, that make up the complement of the war-schooner, crowded on the forward deck; and the various English, Americans, Germans, Poles, Corsicans, and Scots—the merchants and the clerks of Tai-o-hae—deserted their places of business, and gathered, according to invariable custom, on the road before the club.
So quickly did these dozen whites collect, so short are the distances in Tai-o-hae, that they were already exchanging guesses as to the nationality and business of the strange vessel, before she had gone about upon her second board towards the anchorage. A moment after, English colours were broken out at the main truck.
"I told you she was a Johnny Bull—knew it by her headsails," said an evergreen old salt, still qualified (if he could anywhere have found an owner unacquainted with his story) to adorn another quarter-deck and lose another ship.
"She has American lines, anyway," said the astute Scots engineer of the gin-mill; "it's my belief she's a yacht."
"That's it," said the old salt, "a yacht! look at her davits, and the boat over the stern."
"A yacht in your eye!" said a Glasgow voice. "Look at her red ensign! A yacht! not much she isn't!"
"You can close the store, anyway, Tom," observed a gentlemanly German. "Bon jour, mon Prince!" he added, as a dark, intelligent native cantered by on a neat chestnut. "Vous allez boire un verre de biere?"
But Prince Stanilas Moanatini, the only reasonably busy human creature on the island, was riding hot-spur to view this morning's landslip on the mountain road: the sun already visibly declined; night was imminent; and if he would avoid the perils of darkness and precipice, and the fear of the dead, the haunters of the jungle, he must for once decline a hospitable invitation. Even had he been minded to alight, it presently appeared there would be difficulty as to the refreshment offered.
"Beer!" cried the Glasgow voice. "No such a thing; I tell you there's only eight bottles in the club! Here's the first time I've seen British colours in this port! and the man that sails under them has got to drink that beer."
The proposal struck the public mind as fair, though far from cheering; for some time back, indeed, the very name of beer had been a sound of sorrow in the club, and the evenings had passed in dolorous computation.
"Here is Havens," said one, as if welcoming a fresh topic. "What do you think of her, Havens?"
"I don't think," replied Havens, a tall, bland, cool-looking, leisurely Englishman, attired in spotless duck, and deliberately dealing with a cigarette. "I may say I know. She's consigned to me from Auckland by Donald & Edenborough. I am on my way aboard."
"What ship is she?" asked the ancient mariner.
"Haven't an idea," returned Havens. "Some tramp they have chartered."
With that he placidly resumed his walk, and was soon seated in the stern-sheets of a whaleboat manned by uproarious Kanakas, himself daintily perched out of the way of the least maculation, giving his commands in an unobtrusive, dinner-table tone of voice, and sweeping neatly enough alongside the schooner.
A weather-beaten captain received him at the gangway.
"You are consigned to us, I think," said he. "I am Mr. Havens."
"That is right, sir," replied the captain, shaking hands. "You will find the owner, Mr. Dodd, below. Mind the fresh paint on the house."
Havens stepped along the alley-way, and descended the ladder into the main cabin.
"Mr. Dodd, I believe," said he, addressing a smallish, bearded gentleman, who sat writing at the table. "Why," he cried, "it isn't Loudon Dodd?"
"Myself, my dear fellow," replied Mr. Dodd, springing to his feet with companionable alacrity. "I had a half-hope it might be you, when I found your name on the papers. Well, there's no change in you; still the same placid, fresh-looking Britisher."
"I can't return the compliment; for you seem to have become a Britisher yourself," said Havens.
"I promise you, I am quite unchanged," returned Dodd. "The red tablecloth at the top of the stick is not my flag; it's my partner's. He is not dead, but sleepeth. There he is," he added, pointing to a bust which formed one of the numerous unexpected ornaments of that unusual cabin.
Havens politely studied it. "A fine bust," said he; "and a very nice-looking fellow."
"Yes; he's a good fellow," said Dodd. "He runs me now. It's all his money."
"He doesn't seem to be particularly short of it," added the other, peering with growing wonder round the cabin.
"His money, my taste," said Dodd. "The black-walnut bookshelves are Old English; the books all mine,—mostly Renaissance French. You should see how the beach-combers wilt away when they go round them looking for a change of Seaside Library novels. The mirrors are genuine Venice; that's a good piece in the corner. The daubs are mine—and his; the mudding mine."
"Mudding? What is that?" asked Havens.
"These bronzes," replied Dodd. "I began life as a sculptor."
"Yes; I remember something about that," said the other. "I think, too, you said you were interested in Californian real estate."
"Surely, I never went so far as that," said Dodd. "Interested? I guess not. Involved, perhaps. I was born an artist; I never took an interest in anything but art. If I were to pile up this old schooner to-morrow," he added, "I declare I believe I would try the thing again!"
"Insured?" inquired Havens.
"Yes," responded Dodd. "There's some fool in 'Frisco who insures us, and comes down like a wolf on the fold on the profits; but we'll get even with him some day."
"Well, I suppose it's all right about the cargo," said Havens.
"O, I suppose so!" replied Dodd. "Shall we go into the papers?"
"We'll have all to-morrow, you know," said Havens; "and they'll be rather expecting you at the club. C'est l'heure de l'absinthe. Of course, Loudon, you'll dine with me later on?"
Mr. Dodd signified his acquiescence; drew on his white coat, not without a trifling difficulty, for he was a man of middle age, and well-to-do; arranged his beard and moustaches at one of the Venetian mirrors; and, taking a broad felt hat, led the way through the trade-room into the ship's waist.
The stern boat was waiting alongside,—a boat of an elegant model, with cushions and polished hard-wood fittings.
"You steer," observed Loudon. "You know the best place to land."
"I never like to steer another man's boat," replied Havens.
"Call it my partner's, and cry quits," returned Loudon, getting nonchalantly down the side.
Havens followed and took the yoke lines without further protest. "I am sure I don't know how you make this pay," he said. "To begin with, she is too big for the trade, to my taste; and then you carry so much style."
"I don't know that she does pay," returned Loudon. "I never pretend to be a business man. My partner appears happy; and the money is all his, as I told you—I only bring the want of business habits."
"You rather like the berth, I suppose?" suggested Havens.
"Yes," said Loudon; "it seems odd, but I rather do."
While they were yet on board, the sun had dipped; the sunset gun (a rifle) cracked from the war-schooner, and the colours had been handed down. Dusk was deepening as they came ashore; and the Cercle Internationale (as the club is officially and significantly named) began to shine, from under its low verandas, with the light of many lamps. The good hours of the twenty-four drew on; the hateful, poisonous day-fly of Nukahiva, was beginning to desist from its activity; the land-breeze came in refreshing draughts; and the club men gathered together for the hour of absinthe. To the commandant himself, to the man whom he was then contending with at billiards—a trader from the next island, honorary member of the club, and once carpenter's mate on board a Yankee war-ship—to the doctor of the port, to the Brigadier of Gendarmerie, to the opium farmer, and to all the white men whom the tide of commerce, or the chances of shipwreck and desertion, had stranded on the beach of Tai-o-hae, Mr. Loudon Dodd was formally presented; by all (since he was a man of pleasing exterior, smooth ways, and an unexceptionable flow of talk, whether in French or English) he was excellently well received; and presently, with one of the last eight bottles of beer on a table at his elbow, found himself the rather silent centre-piece of a voluble group on the verandah.
Talk in the South Seas is all upon one pattern; it is a wide ocean, indeed, but a narrow world: you shall never talk long and not hear the name of Bully Hayes, a naval hero whose exploits and deserved extinction left Europe cold; commerce will be touched on, copra, shell, perhaps cotton or fungus; but in a far-away, dilettante fashion, as by men not deeply interested; through all, the names of schooners and their captains, will keep coming and going, thick as may-flies; and news of the last shipwreck will be placidly exchanged and debated. To a stranger, this conversation will at first seem scarcely brilliant; but he will soon catch the tone; and by the time he shall have moved a year or so in the island world, and come across a good number of the schooners so that every captain's name calls up a figure in pyjamas or white duck, and becomes used to a certain laxity of moral tone which prevails (as in memory of Mr. Hayes) on smuggling, ship-scuttling, barratry, piracy, the labour trade, and other kindred fields of human activity, he will find Polynesia no less amusing and no less instructive than Pall Mall or Paris.
Mr. Loudon Dodd, though he was new to the group of the Marquesas, was already an old, salted trader; he knew the ships and the captains; he had assisted, in other islands, at the first steps of some career of which he now heard the culmination, or (vice versa) he had brought with him from further south the end of some story which had begun in Tai-o-hae. Among other matter of interest, like other arrivals in the South Seas, he had a wreck to announce. The John T. Richards, it appeared, had met the fate of other island schooners.
"Dickinson piled her up on Palmerston Island," Dodd announced.
"Who were the owners?" inquired one of the club men.
"O, the usual parties!" returned Loudon,—"Capsicum & Co."
A smile and a glance of intelligence went round the group; and perhaps Loudon gave voice to the general sentiment by remarking, "Talk of good business! I know nothing better than a schooner, a competent captain, and a sound, reliable reef."
"Good business! There's no such a thing!" said the Glasgow man. "Nobody makes anything but the missionaries—dash it!"
"I don't know," said another. "There's a good deal in opium."
"It's a good job to strike a tabooed pearl-island, say, about the fourth year," remarked a third; "skim the whole lagoon on the sly, and up stick and away before the French get wind of you."
"A pig nokket of cold is good," observed a German.
"There's something in wrecks, too," said Havens. "Look at that man in Honolulu, and the ship that went ashore on Waikiki Reef; it was blowing a kona, hard; and she began to break up as soon as she touched. Lloyd's agent had her sold inside an hour; and before dark, when she went to pieces in earnest, the man that bought her had feathered his nest. Three more hours of daylight, and he might have retired from business. As it was, he built a house on Beretania Street, and called it for the ship."
"Yes, there's something in wrecks sometimes," said the Glasgow voice; "but not often."
"As a general rule, there's deuced little in anything," said Havens.
"Well, I believe that's a Christian fact," cried the other. "What I want is a secret; get hold of a rich man by the right place, and make him squeal."
"I suppose you know it's not thought to be the ticket," returned Havens.
"I don't care for that; it's good enough for me," cried the man from Glasgow, stoutly. "The only devil of it is, a fellow can never find a secret in a place like the South Seas: only in London and Paris."
"M'Gibbon's been reading some dime-novel, I suppose," said one club man.
"He's been reading Aurora Floyd," remarked another.
"And what if I have?" cried M'Gibbon. "It's all true. Look at the newspapers! It's just your confounded ignorance that sets you snickering. I tell you, it's as much a trade as underwriting, and a dashed sight more honest."
The sudden acrimony of these remarks called Loudon (who was a man of peace) from his reserve. "It's rather singular," said he, "but I seem to have practised about all these means of livelihood."
"Tit you effer vind a nokket?" inquired the inarticulate German, eagerly.
"No. I have been most kinds of fool in my time," returned Loudon, "but not the gold-digging variety. Every man has a sane spot somewhere."
"Well, then," suggested some one, "did you ever smuggle opium?"
"Yes, I did," said Loudon.
"Was there money in that?"
"All the way," responded Loudon.
"And perhaps you bought a wreck?" asked another.
"Yes, sir," said Loudon.
"How did that pan out?" pursued the questioner.
"Well, mine was a peculiar kind of wreck," replied Loudon. "I don't know, on the whole, that I can recommend that branch of industry."
"Did she break up?" asked some one.
"I guess it was rather I that broke down," says Loudon. "Head not big enough."
"Ever try the blackmail?" inquired Havens.
"Simple as you see me sitting here!" responded Dodd.
"Good business?"
"Well, I'm not a lucky man, you see," returned the stranger. "It ought to have been good."
"You had a secret?" asked the Glasgow man.
"As big as the State of Texas."
"And the other man was rich?"
"He wasn't exactly Jay Gould, but I guess he could buy these islands if he wanted."
"Why, what was wrong, then? Couldn't you get hands on him?"
"It took time, but I had him cornered at last; and then——"
"What then?"
"The speculation turned bottom up. I became the man's bosom friend."
"The deuce you did!"
"He couldn't have been particular, you mean?" asked Dodd pleasantly. "Well, no; he's a man of rather large sympathies."
"If you're done talking nonsense, Loudon," said Havens, "let's be getting to my place for dinner."
Outside, the night was full of the roaring of the surf. Scattered lights glowed in the green thicket. Native women came by twos and threes out of the darkness, smiled and ogled the two whites, perhaps wooed them with a strain of laughter, and went by again, bequeathing to the air a heady perfume of palm-oil and frangipani blossom. From the club to Mr. Havens's residence was but a step or two, and to any dweller in Europe they must have seemed steps in fairyland. If such an one could but have followed our two friends into the wide-verandahed house, sat down with them in the cool trellised room, where the wine shone on the lamp-lighted tablecloth; tasted of their exotic food—the raw fish, the breadfruit, the cooked bananas, the roast pig served with the inimitable miti, and that king of delicacies, palm-tree salad; seen and heard by fits and starts, now peering round the corner of the door, now railing within against invisible assistants, a certain comely young native lady in a sacque, who seemed too modest to be a member of the family, and too imperious to be less; and then if such an one were whisked again through space to Upper Tooting, or wherever else he honored the domestic gods, "I have had a dream," I think he would say, as he sat up, rubbing his eyes, in the familiar chimney-corner chair, "I have had a dream of a place, and I declare I believe it must be heaven." But to Dodd and his entertainer, all this amenity of the tropic night and all these dainties of the island table, were grown things of custom; and they fell to meat like men who were hungry, and drifted into idle talk like men who were a trifle bored.
The scene in the club was referred to.
"I never heard you talk so much nonsense, Loudon," said the host.
"Well, it seemed to me there was sulphur in the air, so I talked for talking," returned the other. "But it was none of it nonsense."
"Do you mean to say it was true?" cried Havens,—"that about the opium and the wreck, and the blackmailing and the man who became your friend?"
"Every last word of it," said Loudon.
"You seem to have been seeing life," returned the other.
"Yes, it's a queer yarn," said his friend; "if you think you would like, I'll tell it you."
Here follows the yarn of Loudon Dodd, not as he told it to his friend, but as he subsequently wrote it.
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He did not look at the ladies as he spoke, but his voice was perplexed and sorrowful. Lucy, too, was perplexed; but she saw that they were in for what is known as "quite a scene," and she had an odd feeling that whenever these ill-bred tourists spoke the contest widened and deepened till it dealt, not with rooms and views, but with--well, with something quite different, whose existence she had not realized before. Now the old man attacked Miss Bartlett almost violently: Why should she not change? What possible objection had she? They would clear out in half an hour.
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Nije pogledate dame kao što je on govorio, ali mu je glas bio zbunjen i žalostan. Lucy je, također, bio zbunjen, ali je vidjela da su oni bili u ono što je poznato kao "prilično scene", a ona je imao čudan osjećaj da kad god ti neodgojeni turisti govorio natječaj proširena i produbljena dok se bavio, a ne s sobe i stavove, ali s - dobro, s nešto posve drugo, čije postojanje nije shvatio prije. Sada starac napao Miss Bartlett gotovo nasilno: Zašto bi se ona ne mijenja? Što je moguće prigovor Imala? Oni će rasprodati u pola sata.
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On nije gledao u dame dok je govorio, ali mu je glas bio zbunjen i ožalošćen. I Lucy je bila zbunjena; ona je, međutim, vidjela da su oni našli u nečemu što bi se moglo opisati kao "poprilična scena" i ona je imala čudan osjećaj da - kadgod bi ovi neodgojeni turisti progovorili - svađa postajala sve veća i dublja, sve dok se više ne bi vrtila oko soba i pogleda, već oko - tja, oko nečega sasvim drugog, nečega o čemu ona do tada nije ni znala da postoji. Starac je sada gotovo nasilno napadao gđicu Bartlett: Zašto se ona ne želi mijenjati? Što ona ima tome uopće zamjeriti? Oni bi mogli isprazniti sobu za pola sata.
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Miss Bartlett, though skilled in the delicacies of conversation, was powerless in the presence of brutality. It was impossible to snub any one so gross. Her face reddened with displeasure. She looked around as much as to say, "Are you all like this?" And two little old ladies, who were sitting further up the table, with shawls hanging over the backs of the chairs, looked back, clearly indicating "We are not; we are genteel."
"Eat your dinner, dear," she said to Lucy, and began to toy again with the meat that she had once censured.
Lucy mumbled that those seemed very odd people opposite.
"Eat your dinner, dear. This pension is a failure. To-morrow we will make a change."
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Miss Bartlett, iako vješt u delicijama razgovora, bio nemoćan u prisutnosti brutalnosti. To je nemoguće prćast bilo jednom tako bruto. Lice joj je crvenilo s nezadovoljstva. Izgledala je oko koliko se reći, "Jeste li sve ovako?" I dvije male starice, koji su sjedili dalje do stola, sa šalovima visi preko leđa stolice, gledao unatrag, jasno ukazuje na "Nismo;. Smo uglađen"
"Jedite večeru, draga", rekla je Lucy, i počeo igračku opet s mesom koje je nekoć zabranjeno.
Lucy promrmljao da oni činilo vrlo čudnih ljudi suprotno.
"Jedite večeru, draga. Ovaj pansion je neuspjeh. Za sutra ćemo napraviti promjenu."
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Hardly had she announced this fell decision when she reversed it. The curtains at the end of the room parted, and revealed a clergyman, stout but attractive, who hurried forward to take his place at the table, cheerfully apologizing for his lateness. Lucy, who had not yet acquired decency, at once rose to her feet, exclaiming: "Oh, oh! Why, it's Mr. Beebe! Oh, how perfectly lovely! Oh, Charlotte, we must stop now, however bad the rooms are. Oh!"
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Tek što je najavio ovu odluku pao kad ga izliječi. Zavjese na kraju prostorije rastali, a otkrio je svećenik, jako pivo, ali atraktivna, koji je požurio naprijed zauzeti njegovo mjesto na tablici, veselo ispričava za svoje kašnjenje. Lucy, koji još nije imao pristojnost, odjednom narastao na nogama, govoreći:! "Oh, oh zašto, to je gospodin Beebe Oh, kako savršeno lijep Oh, Charlotte, moramo prestati sada, međutim, loše su sobe! . Oh! "
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Miss Bartlett said, with more restraint:
"How do you do, Mr. Beebe? I expect that you have forgotten us: Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch, who were at Tunbridge Wells when you helped the Vicar of St. Peter's that very cold Easter."
The clergyman, who had the air of one on a holiday, did not remember the ladies quite as clearly as they remembered him. But he came forward pleasantly enough and accepted the chair into which he was beckoned by Lucy.
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Miss Bartlett je rekao, s više ograničenja:
"? Kako ste, g. Beebe očekujem da ste nas zaboravili: Miss Bartlett i Miss Honeychurch, koji su bili u Tunbridge Wellsu, kada ste pomogli vikar Svetog Petra je to vrlo hladno Uskrs."
Svećenik, koji je imao zrak jednom na odmor, ne sjeća dame sasvim jasno kao što ga se sjetio. No, on je došao naprijed ugodno dovoljno i prihvatio stolicu u kojoj je pozvao Lucy.
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"I AM so glad to see you," said the girl, who was in a state of spiritual starvation, and would have been glad to see the waiter if her cousin had permitted it. "Just fancy how small the world is. Summer Street, too, makes it so specially funny."
"Miss Honeychurch lives in the parish of Summer Street," said Miss Bartlett, filling up the gap, "and she happened to tell me in the course of conversation that you have just accepted the living--"
"Yes, I heard from mother so last week. She didn't know that I knew you at Tunbridge Wells; but I wrote back at once, and I said: 'Mr. Beebe is--'"
"Quite right," said the clergyman. "I move into the Rectory at Summer Street next June. I am lucky to be appointed to such a charming neighbourhood."
"Oh, how glad I am! The name of our house is Windy Corner." Mr. Beebe bowed.
"There is mother and me generally, and my brother, though it's not often we get him to ch-- The church is rather far off, I mean."
"Lucy, dearest, let Mr. Beebe eat his dinner."
"I am eating it, thank you, and enjoying it."
He preferred to talk to Lucy, whose playing he remembered, rather than to Miss Bartlett, who probably remembered his sermons. He asked the girl whether she knew Florence well, and was informed at some length that she had never been there before. It is delightful to advise a newcomer, and he was first in the field. "Don't neglect the country round," his advice concluded. "The first fine afternoon drive up to Fiesole, and round by Settignano, or something of that sort."
"No!" cried a voice from the top of the table. "Mr. Beebe, you are wrong. The first fine afternoon your ladies must go to Prato."
"That lady looks so clever," whispered Miss Bartlett to her cousin. "We are in luck."
And, indeed, a perfect torrent of information burst on them. People told them what to see, when to see it, how to stop the electric trams, how to get rid of the beggars, how much to give for a vellum blotter, how much the place would grow upon them. The Pension Bertolini had decided, almost enthusiastically, that they would do. Whichever way they looked, kind ladies smiled and shouted at them. And above all rose the voice of the clever lady, crying: "Prato! They must go to Prato. That place is too sweetly squalid for words. I love it; I revel in shaking off the trammels of respectability, as you know."
The young man named George glanced at the clever lady, and then returned moodily to his plate. Obviously he and his father did not do. Lucy, in the midst of her success, found time to wish they did. It gave her no extra pleasure that any one should be left in the cold; and when she rose to go, she turned back and gave the two outsiders a nervous little bow.
The father did not see it; the son acknowledged it, not by another bow, but by raising his eyebrows and smiling; he seemed to be smiling across something.
She hastened after her cousin, who had already disappeared through the curtains--curtains which smote one in the face, and seemed heavy with more than cloth. Beyond them stood the unreliable Signora, bowing good-evening to her guests, and supported by 'Enery, her little boy, and Victorier, her daughter. It made a curious little scene, this attempt of the Cockney to convey the grace and geniality of the South. And even more curious was the drawing-room, which attempted to rival the solid comfort of a Bloomsbury boarding-house. Was this really Italy?
Miss Bartlett was already seated on a tightly stuffed arm-chair, which had the colour and the contours of a tomato. She was talking to Mr. Beebe, and as she spoke, her long narrow head drove backwards and forwards, slowly, regularly, as though she were demolishing some invisible obstacle. "We are most grateful to you," she was saying. "The first evening means so much. When you arrived we were in for a peculiarly mauvais quart d'heure."
He expressed his regret.
"Do you, by any chance, know the name of an old man who sat opposite us at dinner?"
"Emerson."
"Is he a friend of yours?"
"We are friendly--as one is in pensions."
"Then I will say no more."
He pressed her very slightly, and she said more.
"I am, as it were," she concluded, "the chaperon of my young cousin, Lucy, and it would be a serious thing if I put her under an obligation to people of whom we know nothing. His manner was somewhat unfortunate. I hope I acted for the best."
"You acted very naturally," said he. He seemed thoughtful, and after a few moments added: "All the same, I don't think much harm would have come of accepting."
"No harm, of course. But we could not be under an obligation."
"He is rather a peculiar man." Again he hesitated, and then said gently: "I think he would not take advantage of your acceptance, nor expect you to show gratitude. He has the merit--if it is one --of saying exactly what he means. He has rooms he does not value, and he thinks you would value them. He no more thought of putting you under an obligation than he thought of being polite. It is so difficult--at least, I find it difficult--to understand people who speak the truth."
Lucy was pleased, and said: "I was hoping that he was nice; I do so always hope that people will be nice."
"I think he is; nice and tiresome. I differ from him on almost every point of any importance, and so, I expect--I may say I hope--you will differ. But his is a type one disagrees with rather than deplores. When he first came here he not unnaturally put people's backs up. He has no tact and no manners--I don't mean by that that he has bad manners--and he will not keep his opinions to himself. We nearly complained about him to our depressing Signora, but I am glad to say we thought better of it."
"Am I to conclude," said Miss Bartlett, "that he is a Socialist?"
Mr. Beebe accepted the convenient word, not without a slight twitching of the lips.
"And presumably he has brought up his son to be a Socialist, too?"
"I hardly know George, for he hasn't learnt to talk yet. He seems a nice creature, and I think he has brains. Of course, he has all his father's mannerisms, and it is quite possible that he, too, may be a Socialist."
"Oh, you relieve me," said Miss Bartlett. "So you think I ought to have accepted their offer? You feel I have been narrow-minded and suspicious?"
"Not at all," he answered; "I never suggested that."
"But ought I not to apologize, at all events, for my apparent rudeness?"
He replied, with some irritation, that it would be quite unnecessary, and got up from his seat to go to the smoking-room.
"Was I a bore?" said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had disappeared. "Why didn't you talk, Lucy? He prefers young people, I'm sure. I do hope I haven't monopolized him. I hoped you would have him all the evening, as well as all dinner-time."
"He is nice," exclaimed Lucy. "Just what I remember. He seems to see good in every one. No one would take him for a clergyman."
"My dear Lucia--"
"Well, you know what I mean. And you know how clergymen generally laugh; Mr. Beebe laughs just like an ordinary man."
"Funny girl! How you do remind me of your mother. I wonder if she will approve of Mr. Beebe."
"I'm sure she will; and so will Freddy."
"I think every one at Windy Corner will approve; it is the fashionable world. I am used to Tunbridge Wells, where we are all hopelessly behind the times."
"Yes," said Lucy despondently.
There was a haze of disapproval in the air, but whether the disapproval was of herself, or of Mr. Beebe, or of the fashionable world at Windy Corner, or of the narrow world at Tunbridge Wells, she could not determine. She tried to locate it, but as usual she blundered. Miss Bartlett sedulously denied disapproving of any one, and added "I am afraid you are finding me a very depressing companion."
And the girl again thought: "I must have been selfish or unkind; I must be more careful. It is so dreadful for Charlotte, being poor."
Fortunately one of the little old ladies, who for some time had been smiling very benignly, now approached and asked if she might be allowed to sit where Mr. Beebe had sat. Permission granted, she began to chatter gently about Italy, the plunge it had been to come there, the gratifying success of the plunge, the improvement in her sister's health, the necessity of closing the bed-room windows at night, and of thoroughly emptying the water-bottles in the morning. She handled her subjects agreeably, and they were, perhaps, more worthy of attention than the high discourse upon Guelfs and Ghibellines which was proceeding tempestuously at the other end of the room. It was a real catastrophe, not a mere episode, that evening of hers at Venice, when she had found in her bedroom something that is one worse than a flea, though one better than something else.
"But here you are as safe as in England. Signora Bertolini is so English."
"Yet our rooms smell," said poor Lucy. "We dread going to bed."
"Ah, then you look into the court." She sighed. "If only Mr. Emerson was more tactful! We were so sorry for you at dinner."
"I think he was meaning to be kind."
"Undoubtedly he was," said Miss Bartlett.
"Mr. Beebe has just been scolding me for my suspicious nature. Of course, I was holding back on my cousin's account."
"Of course," said the little old lady; and they murmured that one could not be too careful with a young girl.
Lucy tried to look demure, but could not help feeling a great fool. No one was careful with her at home; or, at all events, she had not noticed it.
"About old Mr. Emerson--I hardly know. No, he is not tactful; yet, have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time--beautiful?"
"Beautiful?" said Miss Bartlett, puzzled at the word. "Are not beauty and delicacy the same?"
"So one would have thought," said the other helplessly. "But things are so difficult, I sometimes think."
She proceeded no further into things, for Mr. Beebe reappeared, looking extremely pleasant.
"Miss Bartlett," he cried, "it's all right about the rooms. I'm so glad. Mr. Emerson was talking about it in the smoking-room, and knowing what I did, I encouraged him to make the offer again. He has let me come and ask you. He would be so pleased."
"Oh, Charlotte," cried Lucy to her cousin, "we must have the rooms now. The old man is just as nice and kind as he can be."
Miss Bartlett was silent.
"I fear," said Mr. Beebe, after a pause, "that I have been officious. I must apologize for my interference."
Gravely displeased, he turned to go. Not till then did Miss Bartlett reply: "My own wishes, dearest Lucy, are unimportant in comparison with yours. It would be hard indeed if I stopped you doing as you liked at Florence, when I am only here through your kindness. If you wish me to turn these gentlemen out of their rooms, I will do it. Would you then, Mr. Beebe, kindly tell Mr. Emerson that I accept his kind offer, and then conduct him to me, in order that I may thank him personally?"
She raised her voice as she spoke; it was heard all over the drawing-room, and silenced the Guelfs and the Ghibellines. The clergyman, inwardly cursing the female sex, bowed, and departed with her message.
"Remember, Lucy, I alone am implicated in this. I do not wish the acceptance to come from you. Grant me that, at all events."
Mr. Beebe was back, saying rather nervously:
"Mr. Emerson is engaged, but here is his son instead."
The young man gazed down on the three ladies, who felt seated on the floor, so low were their chairs.
"My father," he said, "is in his bath, so you cannot thank him personally. But any message given by you to me will be given by me to him as soon as he comes out."
Miss Bartlett was unequal to the bath. All her barbed civilities came forth wrong end first. Young Mr. Emerson scored a notable triumph to the delight of Mr. Beebe and to the secret delight of Lucy.
"Poor young man!" said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had gone.
"How angry he is with his father about the rooms! It is all he can do to keep polite."
"In half an hour or so your rooms will be ready," said Mr. Beebe. Then looking rather thoughtfully at the two cousins, he retired to his own rooms, to write up his philosophic diary.
"Oh, dear!" breathed the little old lady, and shuddered as if all the winds of heaven had entered the apartment. "Gentlemen sometimes do not realize--" Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not thoroughly realize played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker's Handbook to Northern Italy, she committed to memory the most important dates of Florentine History. For she was determined to enjoy herself on the morrow. Thus the half-hour crept profitably away, and at last Miss Bartlett rose with a sigh, and said:
"I think one might venture now. No, Lucy, do not stir. I will superintend the move."
"How you do do everything," said Lucy.
"Naturally, dear. It is my affair."
"But I would like to help you."
"No, dear."
Charlotte's energy! And her unselfishness! She had been thus all her life, but really, on this Italian tour, she was surpassing herself. So Lucy felt, or strove to feel. And yet--there was a rebellious spirit in her which wondered whether the acceptance might not have been less delicate and more beautiful. At all events, she entered her own room without any feeling of joy.
"I want to explain," said Miss Bartlett, "why it is that I have taken the largest room. Naturally, of course, I should have given it to you; but I happen to know that it belongs to the young man, and I was sure your mother would not like it."
Lucy was bewildered.
"If you are to accept a favour it is more suitable you should be under an obligation to his father than to him. I am a woman of the world, in my small way, and I know where things lead to. How- ever, Mr. Beebe is a guarantee of a sort that they will not presume on this."
"Mother wouldn't mind I'm sure," said Lucy, but again had the sense of larger and unsuspected issues.
Miss Bartlett only sighed, and enveloped her in a protecting embrace as she wished her good-night. It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the kind old man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato, and the foot-hills of the Apennines, black against the rising moon.
Miss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances. It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation. Nothing more.
"What does it mean?" she thought, and she examined it carefully by the light of a candle. Meaningless at first, it gradually became menacing, obnoxious, portentous with evil. She was seized with an impulse to destroy it, but fortunately remembered that she had no right to do so, since it must be the property of young Mr. Emerson. So she unpinned it carefully, and put it between two pieces of blotting-paper to keep it clean for him. Then she completed her inspection of the room, sighed heavily according to her habit, and went to bed.
četvrtak, 28. ožujka 2013.
Smith, Adam - "Bogatstvo naroda"
INTRODUCTION AND PLAN OF THE WORK.
The annual labour of every nation is the fund which originally supplies it with all the necessaries and conveniencies of life which it annually consumes, and which consist always either in the immediate produce of that labour, or in what is purchased with that produce from other nations.
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UVOD I PLAN RADA.
Godišnji rad svakog naroda je fond koji je izvorno ga opskrbljuje sa svim necessaries i conveniencies života koji se godišnje troši, a koje se sastoje uvijek bilo u neposrednoj proizvoda tog rada, ili u ono što je kupio s tim proizvodima iz drugih zemalja.
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According, therefore, as this produce, or what is purchased with it, bears a greater or smaller proportion to the number of those who are to consume it, the nation will be better or worse supplied with all the necessaries and conveniencies for which it has occasion.
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Prema, dakle, kako je ovaj proizvoda, ili ono što je kupljen s njim, nosi veći ili manji udio u broju onih koji su ga konzumirati, narod će biti bolje ili lošije opskrbljen svim necessaries i conveniencies za koje je prigoda.
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But this proportion must in every nation be regulated by two different circumstances: first, by the skill, dexterity, and judgment with which its labour is generally applied; and, secondly, by the proportion between the number of those who are employed in useful labour, and that of those who are not so employed. Whatever be the soil, climate, or extent of territory of any particular nation, the abundance or scantiness of its annual supply must, in that particular situation, depend upon those two circumstances.
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No, taj postotak mora u svakom narodu se uređuje dvije različite okolnosti: prvo, po vještini, spretnosti i presude s kojima njegova rada općenito se primjenjuje, i, drugo, po omjeru između broja onih koji su zaposleni u korisnog rada , te da od onih koji nisu toliko zaposlen. Što god se tlo, klimu, ili opseg područja svake pojedine nacije, obilje ili škrtost svoje godišnje opskrbe mora, u toj situaciji, ovisi o ta dva okolnostima.
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The abundance or scantiness of this supply, too, seems to depend more upon the former of those two circumstances than upon the latter. Among the savage nations of hunters and fishers, every individual who is able to work is more or less employed in useful labour, and endeavours to provide, as well as he can, the necessaries and conveniencies of life, for himself, and such of his family or tribe as are either too old, or too young, or too infirm, to go a-hunting and fishing. .....
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Obilje ili škrtost ove ponude, također, čini se da više ovisi o bivša tih dviju okolnosti nego na potonje. Među divljim narodima lovaca i ribolovaca, svaki pojedinac koji je u stanju raditi je više ili manje zaposlenih u korisnog rada, a nastoji osigurati, kao i on može, na necessaries i conveniencies života, za sebe, a takve njegove obitelj ili pleme kao što su ili prestari, ili premladi, ili previše slab, ići u lov i ribolov. .....
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..... Such nations, however, are so miserably poor, that, from mere want, they are frequently reduced, or at least think themselves reduced, to the necessity sometimes of directly destroying, and sometimes of abandoning their infants, their old people, and those afflicted with lingering diseases, to perish with hunger, or to be devoured by wild beasts. .....
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..... Takvi narodi, međutim, toliko jadno loša, da, iz samo žele, oni su često smanjeni, ili barem misle sami smanjen, na nužnost ponekad izravno uništava, a ponekad i napuštanja svoju djecu, svoje starce, i oni potlačeni sa dugotrajan bolesti, da propadne od gladi, ili da se proždiru divlje zvijeri. .....
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..... Among civilized and thriving nations, on the contrary, though a great number of people do not labour at all, many of whom consume the produce of ten times, frequently of a hundred times, more labour than the greater part of those who work; yet the produce of the whole labour of the society is so great, that all are often abundantly supplied; and a workman, even of the lowest and poorest order, if he is frugal and industrious, may enjoy a greater share of the necessaries and conveniencies of life than it is possible for any savage to acquire.
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..... Among civilized and thriving nations, on the contrary, though a great number of people do not labour at all, many of whom consume the produce of ten times, frequently of a hundred times, more labour than the greater part of those who work; yet the produce of the whole labour of the society is so great, that all are often abundantly supplied; and a workman, even of the lowest and poorest order, if he is frugal and industrious, may enjoy a greater share of the necessaries and conveniencies of life than it is possible for any savage to acquire.
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The causes of this improvement in the productive powers of labour, and the order according to which its produce is naturally distributed among the different ranks and conditions of men in the society, make the subject of the first book of this Inquiry.
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Uzroci ovog poboljšanje proizvodnih moći radne snage, i redoslijed prema kojemu njegova proizvode prirodno je rasprostranjena među različitim redovima i uvjetima muškaraca u društvu, čine predmet prvoj knjizi ove upit.
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Whatever be the actual state of the skill, dexterity, and judgment, with which labour is applied in any nation, the abundance or scantiness of its annual supply must depend, during the continuance of that state, upon the proportion between the number of those who are annually employed in useful labour, and that of those who are not so employed. .....
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Što god se stvarno stanje vještini, spretnosti i presuda, kojom rada se primjenjuje u svakom narodu, obilje ili škrtost svoje godišnje opskrbe mora ovisiti, tijekom nastavak te države, na omjeru između broja onih koji se godišnje zaposleni u korisnog rada, te da oni koji nisu tako zaposleni. .....
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..... The number of useful and productive labourers, it will hereafter appear, is everywhere in proportion to the quantity of capital stock which is employed in setting them to work, and to the particular way in which it is so employed. The second book, therefore, treats of the nature of capital stock, of the manner in which it is gradually accumulated, and of the different quantities of labour which it puts into motion, according to the different ways in which it is employed.
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.....Broj korisnih i produktivniji radnici, to daljnjem će se pojaviti, svugdje u odnosu na količinu kapitala koji je zaposlen u postavljanju ih da rade, a na osobit način na koji je ona toliko zaposlen.Druga knjiga, dakle, tretira prirode kapitala, o načinu na koji se postupno akumulirane, i različitih količina rada koja se stavlja u pokretu, u skladu s različitim načinima na koje se zaposleni.
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Nations tolerably well advanced as to skill, dexterity, and judgment, in the application of labour, have followed very different plans in the general conduct or direction of it; and those plans have not all been equally favourable to the greatness of its produce. The policy of some nations has given extraordinary encouragement to the industry of the country; that of others to the industry of towns. .....
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Narodi podnošljivo i napredne kao vještina, spretnost i prosudbe u primjeni rada, uslijedilo vrlo različite planove u općem ponašanja ili smjera njega, a ti planovi nisu svi bili jednako povoljni za veličinu svog proizvoda.Politika nekog naroda je dao izniman poticaj za industriju zemlje; da od drugih u industriji gradova. .....
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..... Scarce any nation has dealt equally and impartially with every sort of industry. Since the down-fall of the Roman empire, the policy of Europe has been more favourable to arts, manufactures, and commerce, the industry of towns, than to agriculture, the Industry of the country. The circumstances which seem to have introduced and established this policy are explained in the third book.
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..... Malobrojno bilo nacija bavila jednako i nepristrano sa svakom vrstom industrije. Od down-pada Rimskog carstva, politika u Europi je bila povoljnija za umjetnost, proizvodi i trgovina, industrija gradovima, nego u poljoprivredi, industriji zemlje. Okolnosti koje se čini da su uveli i osnovan ovaj politiku objašnjeni su u trećoj knjizi.
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Though those different plans were, perhaps, first introduced by the private interests and prejudices of particular orders of men, without any regard to, or foresight of, their consequences upon the general welfare of the society; yet they have given occasion to very different theories of political economy; of which some magnify the importance of that industry which is carried on in towns, others of that which is carried on in the country. .....
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Iako su ti različiti planovi su, možda, prvi put predstavljen od strane privatnih interesa i predrasuda pojedinih redova muškaraca, bez obzira na predostrožnost, ili od, njihove posljedice na opću dobrobit društva, ali oni su dali priliku da vrlo različitih teorija političke ekonomije, od kojih su neki uveličati značaj te industrije koja se provodi na u gradovima, a drugi kao što se obavljaju u zemlji. .....
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..... Those theories have had a considerable influence, not only upon the opinions of men of learning, but upon the public conduct of princes and sovereign states. I have endeavoured, in the fourth book, to explain as fully and distinctly as I can those different theories, and the principal effects which they have produced in different ages and nations.
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..... Ti teorije su imali značajan utjecaj, ne samo na mišljenju muškaraca učenja, ali na javnom ponašanja prinčeva i suverenih država. Nastojao sam, u četvrtoj knjizi, objasniti kao potpuno i jasno kao što sam ja te različite teorije, a glavne efekte koji su proizvedeni u različitim vremenima i narodima.
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To explain in what has consisted the revenue of the great body of the people, or what has been the nature of those funds, which, in different ages and nations, have supplied their annual consumption, is the object of these four first books. The fifth and last book treats of the revenue of the sovereign, or commonwealth. .....
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Da objasniti što je sastojao prihod od velikog tijela ljudi, ili ono što je priroda tih sredstava, što, u različitim vremenima i narodima, su nabavljene svoju godišnju potrošnju, je objekt od tih četiri prve knjige.Peta i posljednja knjiga tretira prihoda od suverena, ili Commonwealtha. .....
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..... In this book I have endeavoured to shew, first, what are the necessary expenses of the sovereign, or commonwealth; which of those expenses ought to be defrayed by the general contribution of the whole society, and which of them, by that of some particular part only, or of some particular members of it: secondly, what are the different methods in which the whole society may be made to contribute towards defraying the expenses incumbent on the whole society, and what are the principal advantages and inconveniencies of each of those methods; and, thirdly and lastly, what are the reasons and causes which have induced almost all modern governments to mortgage some part of this revenue, or to contract debts; and what have been the effects of those debts upon the real wealth, the annual produce of the land and labour of the society.
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..... U ovoj knjizi sam nastojao da pokažem, prvi, što su nužni izdaci suverena, ili Commonwealtha, koji od putne troškove treba snositi općim doprinos cijelom društvu, i koja je od njih, po onoj neki određeni dio samo, ili pojedinim članovima njega: drugo, ono što su različite metode u kojima cijelo društvo može biti izrađeni pridonijeti defraying troškove poziva na cijelo društvo, a ono što su glavne prednosti i inconveniencies svake od onih metode, i, treće i zadnje, koji su razlozi i uzroci koji su izazvane gotovo sve moderne vlade da založi neki dio tog prihoda, ili ugovor dugova, a ono što su bili učinci tih dugova na stvarnog bogatstva, godišnje proizvodnju zemlje i rada u društvu.
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The annual labour of every nation is the fund which originally supplies it with all the necessaries and conveniencies of life which it annually consumes, and which consist always either in the immediate produce of that labour, or in what is purchased with that produce from other nations.
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UVOD I PLAN RADA.
Godišnji rad svakog naroda je fond koji je izvorno ga opskrbljuje sa svim necessaries i conveniencies života koji se godišnje troši, a koje se sastoje uvijek bilo u neposrednoj proizvoda tog rada, ili u ono što je kupio s tim proizvodima iz drugih zemalja.
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According, therefore, as this produce, or what is purchased with it, bears a greater or smaller proportion to the number of those who are to consume it, the nation will be better or worse supplied with all the necessaries and conveniencies for which it has occasion.
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Prema, dakle, kako je ovaj proizvoda, ili ono što je kupljen s njim, nosi veći ili manji udio u broju onih koji su ga konzumirati, narod će biti bolje ili lošije opskrbljen svim necessaries i conveniencies za koje je prigoda.
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But this proportion must in every nation be regulated by two different circumstances: first, by the skill, dexterity, and judgment with which its labour is generally applied; and, secondly, by the proportion between the number of those who are employed in useful labour, and that of those who are not so employed. Whatever be the soil, climate, or extent of territory of any particular nation, the abundance or scantiness of its annual supply must, in that particular situation, depend upon those two circumstances.
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No, taj postotak mora u svakom narodu se uređuje dvije različite okolnosti: prvo, po vještini, spretnosti i presude s kojima njegova rada općenito se primjenjuje, i, drugo, po omjeru između broja onih koji su zaposleni u korisnog rada , te da od onih koji nisu toliko zaposlen. Što god se tlo, klimu, ili opseg područja svake pojedine nacije, obilje ili škrtost svoje godišnje opskrbe mora, u toj situaciji, ovisi o ta dva okolnostima.
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The abundance or scantiness of this supply, too, seems to depend more upon the former of those two circumstances than upon the latter. Among the savage nations of hunters and fishers, every individual who is able to work is more or less employed in useful labour, and endeavours to provide, as well as he can, the necessaries and conveniencies of life, for himself, and such of his family or tribe as are either too old, or too young, or too infirm, to go a-hunting and fishing. .....
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Obilje ili škrtost ove ponude, također, čini se da više ovisi o bivša tih dviju okolnosti nego na potonje. Među divljim narodima lovaca i ribolovaca, svaki pojedinac koji je u stanju raditi je više ili manje zaposlenih u korisnog rada, a nastoji osigurati, kao i on može, na necessaries i conveniencies života, za sebe, a takve njegove obitelj ili pleme kao što su ili prestari, ili premladi, ili previše slab, ići u lov i ribolov. .....
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..... Such nations, however, are so miserably poor, that, from mere want, they are frequently reduced, or at least think themselves reduced, to the necessity sometimes of directly destroying, and sometimes of abandoning their infants, their old people, and those afflicted with lingering diseases, to perish with hunger, or to be devoured by wild beasts. .....
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..... Takvi narodi, međutim, toliko jadno loša, da, iz samo žele, oni su često smanjeni, ili barem misle sami smanjen, na nužnost ponekad izravno uništava, a ponekad i napuštanja svoju djecu, svoje starce, i oni potlačeni sa dugotrajan bolesti, da propadne od gladi, ili da se proždiru divlje zvijeri. .....
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..... Among civilized and thriving nations, on the contrary, though a great number of people do not labour at all, many of whom consume the produce of ten times, frequently of a hundred times, more labour than the greater part of those who work; yet the produce of the whole labour of the society is so great, that all are often abundantly supplied; and a workman, even of the lowest and poorest order, if he is frugal and industrious, may enjoy a greater share of the necessaries and conveniencies of life than it is possible for any savage to acquire.
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..... Among civilized and thriving nations, on the contrary, though a great number of people do not labour at all, many of whom consume the produce of ten times, frequently of a hundred times, more labour than the greater part of those who work; yet the produce of the whole labour of the society is so great, that all are often abundantly supplied; and a workman, even of the lowest and poorest order, if he is frugal and industrious, may enjoy a greater share of the necessaries and conveniencies of life than it is possible for any savage to acquire.
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The causes of this improvement in the productive powers of labour, and the order according to which its produce is naturally distributed among the different ranks and conditions of men in the society, make the subject of the first book of this Inquiry.
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Uzroci ovog poboljšanje proizvodnih moći radne snage, i redoslijed prema kojemu njegova proizvode prirodno je rasprostranjena među različitim redovima i uvjetima muškaraca u društvu, čine predmet prvoj knjizi ove upit.
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Whatever be the actual state of the skill, dexterity, and judgment, with which labour is applied in any nation, the abundance or scantiness of its annual supply must depend, during the continuance of that state, upon the proportion between the number of those who are annually employed in useful labour, and that of those who are not so employed. .....
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Što god se stvarno stanje vještini, spretnosti i presuda, kojom rada se primjenjuje u svakom narodu, obilje ili škrtost svoje godišnje opskrbe mora ovisiti, tijekom nastavak te države, na omjeru između broja onih koji se godišnje zaposleni u korisnog rada, te da oni koji nisu tako zaposleni. .....
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..... The number of useful and productive labourers, it will hereafter appear, is everywhere in proportion to the quantity of capital stock which is employed in setting them to work, and to the particular way in which it is so employed. The second book, therefore, treats of the nature of capital stock, of the manner in which it is gradually accumulated, and of the different quantities of labour which it puts into motion, according to the different ways in which it is employed.
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.....Broj korisnih i produktivniji radnici, to daljnjem će se pojaviti, svugdje u odnosu na količinu kapitala koji je zaposlen u postavljanju ih da rade, a na osobit način na koji je ona toliko zaposlen.Druga knjiga, dakle, tretira prirode kapitala, o načinu na koji se postupno akumulirane, i različitih količina rada koja se stavlja u pokretu, u skladu s različitim načinima na koje se zaposleni.
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Nations tolerably well advanced as to skill, dexterity, and judgment, in the application of labour, have followed very different plans in the general conduct or direction of it; and those plans have not all been equally favourable to the greatness of its produce. The policy of some nations has given extraordinary encouragement to the industry of the country; that of others to the industry of towns. .....
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Narodi podnošljivo i napredne kao vještina, spretnost i prosudbe u primjeni rada, uslijedilo vrlo različite planove u općem ponašanja ili smjera njega, a ti planovi nisu svi bili jednako povoljni za veličinu svog proizvoda.Politika nekog naroda je dao izniman poticaj za industriju zemlje; da od drugih u industriji gradova. .....
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..... Scarce any nation has dealt equally and impartially with every sort of industry. Since the down-fall of the Roman empire, the policy of Europe has been more favourable to arts, manufactures, and commerce, the industry of towns, than to agriculture, the Industry of the country. The circumstances which seem to have introduced and established this policy are explained in the third book.
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..... Malobrojno bilo nacija bavila jednako i nepristrano sa svakom vrstom industrije. Od down-pada Rimskog carstva, politika u Europi je bila povoljnija za umjetnost, proizvodi i trgovina, industrija gradovima, nego u poljoprivredi, industriji zemlje. Okolnosti koje se čini da su uveli i osnovan ovaj politiku objašnjeni su u trećoj knjizi.
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Though those different plans were, perhaps, first introduced by the private interests and prejudices of particular orders of men, without any regard to, or foresight of, their consequences upon the general welfare of the society; yet they have given occasion to very different theories of political economy; of which some magnify the importance of that industry which is carried on in towns, others of that which is carried on in the country. .....
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Iako su ti različiti planovi su, možda, prvi put predstavljen od strane privatnih interesa i predrasuda pojedinih redova muškaraca, bez obzira na predostrožnost, ili od, njihove posljedice na opću dobrobit društva, ali oni su dali priliku da vrlo različitih teorija političke ekonomije, od kojih su neki uveličati značaj te industrije koja se provodi na u gradovima, a drugi kao što se obavljaju u zemlji. .....
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..... Those theories have had a considerable influence, not only upon the opinions of men of learning, but upon the public conduct of princes and sovereign states. I have endeavoured, in the fourth book, to explain as fully and distinctly as I can those different theories, and the principal effects which they have produced in different ages and nations.
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..... Ti teorije su imali značajan utjecaj, ne samo na mišljenju muškaraca učenja, ali na javnom ponašanja prinčeva i suverenih država. Nastojao sam, u četvrtoj knjizi, objasniti kao potpuno i jasno kao što sam ja te različite teorije, a glavne efekte koji su proizvedeni u različitim vremenima i narodima.
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To explain in what has consisted the revenue of the great body of the people, or what has been the nature of those funds, which, in different ages and nations, have supplied their annual consumption, is the object of these four first books. The fifth and last book treats of the revenue of the sovereign, or commonwealth. .....
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Da objasniti što je sastojao prihod od velikog tijela ljudi, ili ono što je priroda tih sredstava, što, u različitim vremenima i narodima, su nabavljene svoju godišnju potrošnju, je objekt od tih četiri prve knjige.Peta i posljednja knjiga tretira prihoda od suverena, ili Commonwealtha. .....
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..... In this book I have endeavoured to shew, first, what are the necessary expenses of the sovereign, or commonwealth; which of those expenses ought to be defrayed by the general contribution of the whole society, and which of them, by that of some particular part only, or of some particular members of it: secondly, what are the different methods in which the whole society may be made to contribute towards defraying the expenses incumbent on the whole society, and what are the principal advantages and inconveniencies of each of those methods; and, thirdly and lastly, what are the reasons and causes which have induced almost all modern governments to mortgage some part of this revenue, or to contract debts; and what have been the effects of those debts upon the real wealth, the annual produce of the land and labour of the society.
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..... U ovoj knjizi sam nastojao da pokažem, prvi, što su nužni izdaci suverena, ili Commonwealtha, koji od putne troškove treba snositi općim doprinos cijelom društvu, i koja je od njih, po onoj neki određeni dio samo, ili pojedinim članovima njega: drugo, ono što su različite metode u kojima cijelo društvo može biti izrađeni pridonijeti defraying troškove poziva na cijelo društvo, a ono što su glavne prednosti i inconveniencies svake od onih metode, i, treće i zadnje, koji su razlozi i uzroci koji su izazvane gotovo sve moderne vlade da založi neki dio tog prihoda, ili ugovor dugova, a ono što su bili učinci tih dugova na stvarnog bogatstva, godišnje proizvodnju zemlje i rada u društvu.
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srijeda, 27. ožujka 2013.
WALLACE, Edgar - "Žablja družina" (Fellowship of the Frog)
CHAPTER I - AT MAYTREE COTTAGE
A dry radiator coincided with a burst tyre. The second coincidence was the proximity of Maytree Cottage on the Horsham Road. The cottage was larger than most, with a timbered front and a thatched roof. Standing at the gate, Richard Gordon stopped to admire. The house dated back to the days of Elizabeth, but his interest and admiration were not those of the antiquary.
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Das Heißwerden des Kühlers traf mit dem Platzen eines Autoreifens zusammen. Und das nächste Zusammentreffen war, daß dies alles in der Nachbarschaft des Maytree-Hauses auf der Landstraße nach Horsham geschah. Das Landhaus war größer als die meisten dieser Art. Es hatte eine holzverzierte Fassade und ein Strohdach. Richard Gordon stand vor der Gartentür still, um es zu bewundern. Das Haus stammte noch aus der Elisabethanischen Epoche. Aber sein Interesse und seine Bewunderung waren nicht nur die eines Altertumsliebhabers.
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GLAVA I - AT MAYTREE COTTAGE
Suha radijator poklopio s burst gume.Drugi slučajnost je blizina Maytree Cottage na Horsham cesti.Vikend bio je veći nego u većini, s šumovit ispred i slamnatim krovom. Stojeći na vratima, Richard Gordon prestali diviti.Kuća datira iz dana Elizabete, ali je njegov interes i divljenje nisu bili onima antički.
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1. poglavlje - Kod Maytree Cottage-a
Trenutak kad je hladnjak ostao bez vode poklopio se s praskom gume. Druga slučajnost bila je blizina Maytree Cottagea putu za Horsham. Kuća je bila veća od većine drugih, s drvenim pročeljem i slamnatim krovom. Robert Gordon je zastao kod vrtnih vrata kako bi joj se divio. Kuća je bila iz elizabetijanskog doba, ali njegov interes i divljenje nisu bili oni jednoga antikvara.
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Nor, though he loved flowers, of the horticulturist, though the broad garden was a patchwork of colour and the fragrance of cabbage roses came to delight his senses. Nor was it the air of comfort and cleanliness that pervaded the place, the scrubbed red-brick pathway that led to the door, the spotless curtains behind leaded panes.
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Nein – obgleich er Blumen als ein richtiger Blumenfreund liebte und dieser weite Garten wie ein Teppich dalag, war es doch nicht der Duft der Provencerosen, der ihn gefangennahm. Es war auch nicht das Gefühl von Gemütlichkeit und Sauberkeit, das dieser Ort ausströmte, nicht dieser gescheuerte, mit roten Ziegeln bepflasterte Weg, der zum Haus führte, nicht die schneeweißen Vorhänge hinter den bleigefaßten Fensterscheiben.
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Niti, iako je volio cvijeće, od hortikulturista, iako široko vrt bio šarenilo boja i mirisa kupusa ruža došao oduševiti svoje osjetila. Niti je to klima udobnosti i čistoće koja je zavladala na celoj mjesto, izbačen crvene cigle put koji je vodio do vrata, nepobjedivog zavjese iza olovnih stakala.
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Nisu bili, mada je volio cvijeće, ni jednoga ljubitelja cvijeća, iako je široki vrt bio poput tepiha raznoraznih boja, a miris provensalskih ruža godio njegovom nosu. Nije bio ni ugođaj ugode i čistoće koja je vladala na tom mjestu, niti oribani, crvenim ciglama popločani put koji je vodio do vrata, a ni besprijekorno čiste zavjese iza olovnih okana.
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It was the girl, in the red-lined basket chair, that arrested his gaze. She sat on a little lawn in the shade of a mulberry tree, with her shapely young limbs stiffly extended, a book in her hand, a large box of chocolates by her side. Her hair, the colour of old gold, an old gold that held life and sheen; a flawless complexion, and, when she turned her head in his direction, a pair of grave, questioning eyes, deeper than grey, yet greyer than blue...
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Es war das Mädchen im rotbezogenen Korbsessel, das seinen Blick fesselte. Sie saß inmitten einer kleinen Rasenfläche, im Schatten eines Maulbeerbaumes, die wohlgeformten jungen Glieder ausgestreckt, ein Buch in der Hand, eine große Schachtel Bonbons zur Seite. Ihr Haar hatte die Farbe alten Goldes, aber eines Goldes, das Leben und Glanz bewahrt hat.
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To je bila djevojka, u crveno-postrojilo košaricu stolicu, da je uhitila njegov pogled. Sjedila je na malom travnjaku u hladu murve, sa svojim simetričan mladih udova ukočeno produžen, knjiga u ruci, velika bombonijera po njezinoj strani. Njezina kosa, boja starog zlata, stara zlato koje održavaju život i sjaj, besprijekoran ten, i, kad je okrenula glavu u njegovom smjeru, par groba, propitivanje oči, dublje nego sive, ali sivije od plave. ..
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Ono što je prikovalo njegov pogled bila je djevojka u crvenom pletenom naslonjaču. Sjedila je na malom travnjaku u sjeni duda, s ispruženim lijepim nogama, s knjigom u ruci i velikom kutijom čokolade sa strane. Njena kosa je bila boje starog zlata, ali starog zlata koje je sačuvalo život i sjaj; ten joj je bio besprijekoran, a kad se okrenula u njegovu smjeru, vidio je i par ozbiljnih, ispitujućih očiju, čija je boja bila tamnija od sive, ali više siva negoli plava ...
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She drew up her feet hurriedly and rose.
"I'm so sorry to disturb you,"--Dick, hat in hand, smiled his apology - "but I want water for my poor little Lizzie. She's developed a prodigious thirst."
She frowned for a second, and then laughed.
"Lizzie--you mean a car? If you'll come to the back of the cottage I'll show you where the well is."
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Sie zog die Beine hastig an und erhob sich.
»Es tut mir leid, Sie zu stören«, entschuldigte sich Dick, den Hut in der Hand. »Aber ich brauche Wasser für meinen armen Wagen.«
»Wenn Sie mit mir hinter das Haus kommen wollen, werde ich Ihnen den Brunnen zeigen«, antwortete sie.
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Povukla se noge užurbano i ruže.
"Žao mi je da vam smetati," - Dick, šešir u ruci, nasmiješio mu ispriku - "ali želim vodu za moje loše malo Lizzie Ona je razvio ogroman žeđ.."
Ona se namršti na drugi, a onda se nasmijao.
"Lizzie - misliš automobil Ukoliko ćete doći na stražnjem dijelu objekta ću vam pokazati gdje je dobro?".
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Die Schönheit ihrer Stimme kam ihm sogleich zum Bewußtsein. Es war ein Alt, auf den alle Adjektive angewendet werden konnten, die die Wärme, Weichheit, Klangfülle und Süßigkeit einer Stimme zu kennzeichnen vermögen.
He followed, wondering who she was. The tiny hint of patronage in her tone he understood. It was the tone of matured girlhood addressing a boy of her own age. Dick, who was thirty and looked eighteen, with his smooth, boyish face, had been greeted in that "little boy" tone before, and was inwardly amused.
"Here is the bucket and that is the well," she pointed. "I would send a
maid to help you, only we haven't a maid, and never had a maid, and I
don't think ever shall have a maid!"
"Then some maid has missed a very good job," said Dick, "for this garden
is delightful."
She neither agreed nor dissented. Perhaps she regretted the familiarity
she had shown. She conveyed to him an impression of aloofness, as she
watched the process of filling the buckets, and when he carried them to
the car on the road outside, she followed.
"I thought it was a--a--what did you call it--Lizzie?"
"She is Lizzie to me," said Dick stoutly as he filled the radiator of the
big Rolls, "and she will never be anything else. There are people who
think she should be called Diana,' but those high-flown names never had
any attraction for me. She is Liz--and will always be Liz."
A dry radiator coincided with a burst tyre. The second coincidence was the proximity of Maytree Cottage on the Horsham Road. The cottage was larger than most, with a timbered front and a thatched roof. Standing at the gate, Richard Gordon stopped to admire. The house dated back to the days of Elizabeth, but his interest and admiration were not those of the antiquary.
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Das Heißwerden des Kühlers traf mit dem Platzen eines Autoreifens zusammen. Und das nächste Zusammentreffen war, daß dies alles in der Nachbarschaft des Maytree-Hauses auf der Landstraße nach Horsham geschah. Das Landhaus war größer als die meisten dieser Art. Es hatte eine holzverzierte Fassade und ein Strohdach. Richard Gordon stand vor der Gartentür still, um es zu bewundern. Das Haus stammte noch aus der Elisabethanischen Epoche. Aber sein Interesse und seine Bewunderung waren nicht nur die eines Altertumsliebhabers.
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GLAVA I - AT MAYTREE COTTAGE
Suha radijator poklopio s burst gume.Drugi slučajnost je blizina Maytree Cottage na Horsham cesti.Vikend bio je veći nego u većini, s šumovit ispred i slamnatim krovom. Stojeći na vratima, Richard Gordon prestali diviti.Kuća datira iz dana Elizabete, ali je njegov interes i divljenje nisu bili onima antički.
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1. poglavlje - Kod Maytree Cottage-a
Trenutak kad je hladnjak ostao bez vode poklopio se s praskom gume. Druga slučajnost bila je blizina Maytree Cottagea putu za Horsham. Kuća je bila veća od većine drugih, s drvenim pročeljem i slamnatim krovom. Robert Gordon je zastao kod vrtnih vrata kako bi joj se divio. Kuća je bila iz elizabetijanskog doba, ali njegov interes i divljenje nisu bili oni jednoga antikvara.
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Nor, though he loved flowers, of the horticulturist, though the broad garden was a patchwork of colour and the fragrance of cabbage roses came to delight his senses. Nor was it the air of comfort and cleanliness that pervaded the place, the scrubbed red-brick pathway that led to the door, the spotless curtains behind leaded panes.
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Nein – obgleich er Blumen als ein richtiger Blumenfreund liebte und dieser weite Garten wie ein Teppich dalag, war es doch nicht der Duft der Provencerosen, der ihn gefangennahm. Es war auch nicht das Gefühl von Gemütlichkeit und Sauberkeit, das dieser Ort ausströmte, nicht dieser gescheuerte, mit roten Ziegeln bepflasterte Weg, der zum Haus führte, nicht die schneeweißen Vorhänge hinter den bleigefaßten Fensterscheiben.
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Niti, iako je volio cvijeće, od hortikulturista, iako široko vrt bio šarenilo boja i mirisa kupusa ruža došao oduševiti svoje osjetila. Niti je to klima udobnosti i čistoće koja je zavladala na celoj mjesto, izbačen crvene cigle put koji je vodio do vrata, nepobjedivog zavjese iza olovnih stakala.
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Nisu bili, mada je volio cvijeće, ni jednoga ljubitelja cvijeća, iako je široki vrt bio poput tepiha raznoraznih boja, a miris provensalskih ruža godio njegovom nosu. Nije bio ni ugođaj ugode i čistoće koja je vladala na tom mjestu, niti oribani, crvenim ciglama popločani put koji je vodio do vrata, a ni besprijekorno čiste zavjese iza olovnih okana.
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It was the girl, in the red-lined basket chair, that arrested his gaze. She sat on a little lawn in the shade of a mulberry tree, with her shapely young limbs stiffly extended, a book in her hand, a large box of chocolates by her side. Her hair, the colour of old gold, an old gold that held life and sheen; a flawless complexion, and, when she turned her head in his direction, a pair of grave, questioning eyes, deeper than grey, yet greyer than blue...
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Es war das Mädchen im rotbezogenen Korbsessel, das seinen Blick fesselte. Sie saß inmitten einer kleinen Rasenfläche, im Schatten eines Maulbeerbaumes, die wohlgeformten jungen Glieder ausgestreckt, ein Buch in der Hand, eine große Schachtel Bonbons zur Seite. Ihr Haar hatte die Farbe alten Goldes, aber eines Goldes, das Leben und Glanz bewahrt hat.
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To je bila djevojka, u crveno-postrojilo košaricu stolicu, da je uhitila njegov pogled. Sjedila je na malom travnjaku u hladu murve, sa svojim simetričan mladih udova ukočeno produžen, knjiga u ruci, velika bombonijera po njezinoj strani. Njezina kosa, boja starog zlata, stara zlato koje održavaju život i sjaj, besprijekoran ten, i, kad je okrenula glavu u njegovom smjeru, par groba, propitivanje oči, dublje nego sive, ali sivije od plave. ..
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Ono što je prikovalo njegov pogled bila je djevojka u crvenom pletenom naslonjaču. Sjedila je na malom travnjaku u sjeni duda, s ispruženim lijepim nogama, s knjigom u ruci i velikom kutijom čokolade sa strane. Njena kosa je bila boje starog zlata, ali starog zlata koje je sačuvalo život i sjaj; ten joj je bio besprijekoran, a kad se okrenula u njegovu smjeru, vidio je i par ozbiljnih, ispitujućih očiju, čija je boja bila tamnija od sive, ali više siva negoli plava ...
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She drew up her feet hurriedly and rose.
"I'm so sorry to disturb you,"--Dick, hat in hand, smiled his apology - "but I want water for my poor little Lizzie. She's developed a prodigious thirst."
She frowned for a second, and then laughed.
"Lizzie--you mean a car? If you'll come to the back of the cottage I'll show you where the well is."
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Sie zog die Beine hastig an und erhob sich.
»Es tut mir leid, Sie zu stören«, entschuldigte sich Dick, den Hut in der Hand. »Aber ich brauche Wasser für meinen armen Wagen.«
»Wenn Sie mit mir hinter das Haus kommen wollen, werde ich Ihnen den Brunnen zeigen«, antwortete sie.
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Povukla se noge užurbano i ruže.
"Žao mi je da vam smetati," - Dick, šešir u ruci, nasmiješio mu ispriku - "ali želim vodu za moje loše malo Lizzie Ona je razvio ogroman žeđ.."
Ona se namršti na drugi, a onda se nasmijao.
"Lizzie - misliš automobil Ukoliko ćete doći na stražnjem dijelu objekta ću vam pokazati gdje je dobro?".
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Die Schönheit ihrer Stimme kam ihm sogleich zum Bewußtsein. Es war ein Alt, auf den alle Adjektive angewendet werden konnten, die die Wärme, Weichheit, Klangfülle und Süßigkeit einer Stimme zu kennzeichnen vermögen.
He followed, wondering who she was. The tiny hint of patronage in her tone he understood. It was the tone of matured girlhood addressing a boy of her own age. Dick, who was thirty and looked eighteen, with his smooth, boyish face, had been greeted in that "little boy" tone before, and was inwardly amused.
"Here is the bucket and that is the well," she pointed. "I would send a
maid to help you, only we haven't a maid, and never had a maid, and I
don't think ever shall have a maid!"
"Then some maid has missed a very good job," said Dick, "for this garden
is delightful."
She neither agreed nor dissented. Perhaps she regretted the familiarity
she had shown. She conveyed to him an impression of aloofness, as she
watched the process of filling the buckets, and when he carried them to
the car on the road outside, she followed.
"I thought it was a--a--what did you call it--Lizzie?"
"She is Lizzie to me," said Dick stoutly as he filled the radiator of the
big Rolls, "and she will never be anything else. There are people who
think she should be called Diana,' but those high-flown names never had
any attraction for me. She is Liz--and will always be Liz."
ponedjeljak, 25. ožujka 2013.
nedjelja, 24. ožujka 2013.
petak, 4. siječnja 2013.
WODEHOUSE, P. G. - "Samo naprijed, Jeeves!" (Right Ho, Jeeves)
Chapter 1
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Yes, most decidedly, Cannes was the point d'appui.
Right ho, then. Let me marshal my facts.
I went to Cannes – leaving Jeeves behind, he having intimated that he did not wish to miss Ascot – round about the beginning of June. With me travelled my Aunt Dahlia and her daughter Angela. Tuppy Glossop, Angela's betrothed, was to have been of the party, but at the last moment couldn't get away. Uncle Tom, Aunt Dahlia's husband, remained at home, because he can't stick the South of France at any price.
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Da, odlučno, u Cannesu je točka d'appui.
Pravo ho, onda. Dopustite mi maršala moje činjenice.
Otišao sam u Cannesu - ostavljajući iza Jeeves, on je nakon što je natuknuo da je on nije želio propustiti Ascot - Okrugli o početku lipnja. Sa mnom putuje moj teta Dahlia i njezina kći Angela. Tuppy Glossop, Angelina zaručnik, bio je da su te stranke, ali u posljednji trenutak nije mogao pobjeći. Ujak Tom, tete Dahlia suprug, ostao je kod kuće, jer on ne može staviti na jugu Francuske po svaku cijenu.
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Da, sasvim sigurno, Cannes je bio point d'appui. (*)
(*) - polazna točka
Pa, da krenemo. Dozvolite mi prvo da poslažem činjenice.
Otišao sam u Cannes - ostavljajući Jeevesa kod kuće, nakon što je on natuknuo da ne želi propustiti Ascot - negdje početkom juna.
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So there you have the layout – Aunt Dahlia, Cousin Angela and self off to Cannes round about the beginning of June.
All pretty clear so far, what?
We stayed at Cannes about two months, and except for the fact that Aunt Dahlia lost her shirt at baccarat and Angela nearly got inhaled by a shark while aquaplaning, a pleasant time was had by all.
On July the twenty-fifth, looking bronzed and fit, I accompanied aunt and child back to London. At seven p.m. on July the twenty-sixth we alighted at Victoria. And at seven-twenty or thereabouts we parted with mutual expressions of esteem – they to shove off in Aunt Dahlia's car to Brinkley Court, her place in Worcestershire, where they were expecting to entertain Tuppy in a day or two; I to go to the flat, drop my luggage, clean up a bit, and put on the soup and fish preparatory to pushing round to the Drones for a bite of dinner.
And it was while I was at the flat, towelling the torso after a much-needed rinse, that Jeeves, as we chatted of this and that – picking up the threads, as it were – suddenly brought the name of Gussie Fink-Nottle into the conversation.
As I recall it, the dialogue ran something as follows:
SELF: Well, Jeeves, here we are, what?
JEEVES: Yes, sir.
SELF: I mean to say, home again.
JEEVES: Precisely, sir.
SELF: Seems ages since I went away.
JEEVES: Yes, sir.
SELF: Have a good time at Ascot?
JEEVES: Most agreeable, sir.
SELF: Win anything?
JEEVES: Quite a satisfactory sum, thank you, sir.
SELF: Good. Well, Jeeves, what news on the Rialto? Anybody been phoning or calling or anything during my abs.?
JEEVES: Mr. Fink-Nottle, sir, has been a frequent caller.
I stared. Indeed, it would not be too much to say that I gaped.
"Mr. Fink-Nottle?"
"Yes, sir."
"You don't mean Mr. Fink-Nottle?"
"Yes, sir."
"But Mr. Fink-Nottle's not in London?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I'm blowed."
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Yes, most decidedly, Cannes was the point d'appui.
Right ho, then. Let me marshal my facts.
I went to Cannes – leaving Jeeves behind, he having intimated that he did not wish to miss Ascot – round about the beginning of June. With me travelled my Aunt Dahlia and her daughter Angela. Tuppy Glossop, Angela's betrothed, was to have been of the party, but at the last moment couldn't get away. Uncle Tom, Aunt Dahlia's husband, remained at home, because he can't stick the South of France at any price.
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Da, odlučno, u Cannesu je točka d'appui.
Pravo ho, onda. Dopustite mi maršala moje činjenice.
Otišao sam u Cannesu - ostavljajući iza Jeeves, on je nakon što je natuknuo da je on nije želio propustiti Ascot - Okrugli o početku lipnja. Sa mnom putuje moj teta Dahlia i njezina kći Angela. Tuppy Glossop, Angelina zaručnik, bio je da su te stranke, ali u posljednji trenutak nije mogao pobjeći. Ujak Tom, tete Dahlia suprug, ostao je kod kuće, jer on ne može staviti na jugu Francuske po svaku cijenu.
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Da, sasvim sigurno, Cannes je bio point d'appui. (*)
(*) - polazna točka
Pa, da krenemo. Dozvolite mi prvo da poslažem činjenice.
Otišao sam u Cannes - ostavljajući Jeevesa kod kuće, nakon što je on natuknuo da ne želi propustiti Ascot - negdje početkom juna.
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So there you have the layout – Aunt Dahlia, Cousin Angela and self off to Cannes round about the beginning of June.
All pretty clear so far, what?
We stayed at Cannes about two months, and except for the fact that Aunt Dahlia lost her shirt at baccarat and Angela nearly got inhaled by a shark while aquaplaning, a pleasant time was had by all.
On July the twenty-fifth, looking bronzed and fit, I accompanied aunt and child back to London. At seven p.m. on July the twenty-sixth we alighted at Victoria. And at seven-twenty or thereabouts we parted with mutual expressions of esteem – they to shove off in Aunt Dahlia's car to Brinkley Court, her place in Worcestershire, where they were expecting to entertain Tuppy in a day or two; I to go to the flat, drop my luggage, clean up a bit, and put on the soup and fish preparatory to pushing round to the Drones for a bite of dinner.
And it was while I was at the flat, towelling the torso after a much-needed rinse, that Jeeves, as we chatted of this and that – picking up the threads, as it were – suddenly brought the name of Gussie Fink-Nottle into the conversation.
As I recall it, the dialogue ran something as follows:
SELF: Well, Jeeves, here we are, what?
JEEVES: Yes, sir.
SELF: I mean to say, home again.
JEEVES: Precisely, sir.
SELF: Seems ages since I went away.
JEEVES: Yes, sir.
SELF: Have a good time at Ascot?
JEEVES: Most agreeable, sir.
SELF: Win anything?
JEEVES: Quite a satisfactory sum, thank you, sir.
SELF: Good. Well, Jeeves, what news on the Rialto? Anybody been phoning or calling or anything during my abs.?
JEEVES: Mr. Fink-Nottle, sir, has been a frequent caller.
I stared. Indeed, it would not be too much to say that I gaped.
"Mr. Fink-Nottle?"
"Yes, sir."
"You don't mean Mr. Fink-Nottle?"
"Yes, sir."
"But Mr. Fink-Nottle's not in London?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I'm blowed."
srijeda, 2. siječnja 2013.
DISRAELI, Benjamin - "Coningsby"
It did not subsequently appear that the Reform ministers had been invested with any such power; but a conviction of the reverse, fostered by these circumstances, had successfully acted upon the nervous temperament, or the statesman-like prudence, of a certain section of the peers, who consequently hesitated in their course; were known as being no longer inclined to pursue their policy of the preceding session; had thus obtained a title at that moment in everybody's mouth, the title of 'THE WAVERERS.'
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To nije naknadno se da je reforma ministri su uložili s takvom snagom, ali uvjerenje unatrag, potekle od tih okolnosti, uspješno je djelovao na živčani temperamenta, ili državnik poput razboritosti, određenog dijela vršnjaci, koji time oklijevao u svojoj naravno, bili su poznati kao što više nije sklon nastaviti svoju politiku prethodne sjednice; je tako dobio naslov u tom trenutku u svačiji usta, naslov je "WAVERERS. '
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Notwithstanding, therefore, the opposition of the Duke of Wellington and of Lord Lyndhurst, the Waverers carried the second reading of the Reform Bill; and then, scared at the consequences of their own headstrong timidity, they went in a fright to the Duke and his able adviser to extricate them from the inevitable result of their own conduct. The ultimate device of these distracted counsels, where daring and poltroonery, principle and expediency, public spirit and private intrigue, each threw an ingredient into the turbulent spell, was the celebrated and successful amendment to which we have referred.
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Bez obzira, dakle, protivljenje vojvode od Wellingtona i Gospodina Lyndhurst, u Waverers nosio drugo čitanje u reformu zakona, a onda, prepala na posljedice vlastitog tvrdoglavom plahost, otišli su u strahu za Duke i njegova mogućnosti savjetnik ih izvući iz neizbježne rezultat vlastitog ponašanja.Krajnji uređaj od njih omesti savjeta, gdje je hrabar i kukavištvo, načelo i svrsishodnost, javni i privatni duh intriga, svaka bacio sastojak u turbulentnom čarolija, bio je proslavljeni i uspješan izmjena koje smo iz.
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But the Whig ministers, who, whatever may have been their faults, were at least men of intellect and courage, were not to be beaten by 'the Waverers.' They might have made terms with an audacious foe; they trampled on a hesitating opponent. Lord Grey hastened to the palace.
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Ali vigovac ministri, koji su, bez obzira bili njihovi nedostaci, bilo najmanje ljudi intelekta i hrabrosti, nisu se tukli 'na Waverers.' Mogli su napravili termine s smio neprijatelja, oni gazi na oklijevanje protivnika. Gospodin Siva požurio u palaču.
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Before the result of this appeal to the Sovereign was known, for its effects were not immediate, on the second morning after the vote in the House of Lords, Mr. Rigby had made that visit to Eton which had summoned very unexpectedly the youthful Coningsby to London. He was the orphan child of the youngest of the two sons of the Marquess of Monmouth. It was a family famous for its hatreds. The eldest son hated his father; and, it was said, in spite had married a lady to whom that father was attached, and with whom Lord Monmouth then meditated a second alliance. This eldest son lived at Naples, and had several children, but maintained no connection either with his parent or his native country. On the other hand, Lord Monmouth hated his younger son, who had married, against his consent, a woman to whom that son was devoted. A system of domestic persecution, sustained by the hand of a master, had eventually broken up the health of its victim, who died of a fever in a foreign country, where he had sought some refuge from his creditors.
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Prije rezultat ove žalbe na Vladara bio poznat, po svojim učincima nisu bili neposredni, na drugom ujutro nakon glasovanja u Domu lordova, gospodin Rigby je napravio da posjeti Etonu koji je pozvan vrlo neočekivano mladenački Coningsby na London. On je bio siroče dijete najmlađi od dva sina od markiz od Monmouth. To je obitelj poznata po svojim mržnjama.Najstariji sin mrzi svoga oca, a on je rekao, u inat udala dama na kojemu je otac bio vezan, i sa kojima Gospodin Monmouth tada razmišljao drugi savez. Ovaj najstariji sin živio u Napulju, i imao nekoliko djece, ali zadržao nema veze ni sa svojim roditeljima ili njegovoj rodnoj zemlji. S druge strane, Gospodin Monmouth mrzio svog mlađeg sina, koji je oženjen, protiv njegovog pristanka, ženu, kojemu je sin bio posvećen.Sustav domaće progona, nošena rukom majstora, konačno je razbijena na zdravlje svoje žrtve, koji je umro od kuge u stranoj zemlji, gdje je tražio neke utočište od svojih vjerovnika.
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His widow returned to England with her child; and, not having a relation, and scarcely an acquaintance in the world, made an appeal to her husband's father, the wealthiest noble in England and a man who was often prodigal, and occasionally generous. After some time, and more trouble, after urgent and repeated, and what would have seemed heart-rending, solicitations, the attorney of Lord Monmouth called upon the widow of his client's son, and informed her of his Lordship's decision. Provided she gave up her child, and permanently resided in one of the remotest counties, he was authorised to make her, in four quarterly payments, the yearly allowance of three hundred pounds, that being the income that Lord Monmouth, who was the shrewdest accountant in the country, had calculated a lone woman might very decently exist upon in a small market town in the county of Westmoreland.
Desperate necessity, the sense of her own forlornness, the utter impossibility to struggle with an omnipotent foe, who, her husband had taught her, was above all scruples, prejudices, and fears, and who, though he respected law, despised opinion, made the victim yield. But her sufferings were not long; the separation from her child, the bleak clime, the strange faces around her, sharp memory, and the dull routine of an unimpassioned life, all combined to wear out a constitution originally frail, and since shattered by many sorrows. Mrs. Coningsby died the same day that her father-in-law was made a Marquess. He deserved his honours. The four votes he had inherited in the House of Commons had been increased, by his intense volition and unsparing means, to ten; and the very day he was raised to his Marquisate, he commenced sapping fresh corporations, and was working for the strawberry leaf. His honours were proclaimed in the London Gazette, and her decease was not even noticed in the County Chronicle; but the altars of Nemesis are beneath every outraged roof, and the death of this unhappy lady, apparently without an earthly friend or an earthly hope, desolate and deserted, and dying in obscure poverty, was not forgotten.
Coningsby was not more than nine years of age when he lost his last parent; and he had then been separated from her for nearly three years. But he remembered the sweetness of his nursery days. His mother, too, had written to him frequently since he quitted her, and her fond expressions had cherished the tenderness of his heart. He wept bitterly when his schoolmaster broke to him the news of his mother's death. True it was they had been long parted, and their prospect of again meeting was vague and dim; but his mother seemed to him his only link to human society. It was something to have a mother, even if he never saw her. Other boys went to see their mothers! he, at least, could talk of his. Now he was alone. His grandfather was to him only a name. Lord Monmouth resided almost constantly abroad, and during his rare visits to England had found no time or inclination to see the orphan, with whom he felt no sympathy. Even the death of the boy's mother, and the consequent arrangements, were notified to his master by a stranger. The letter which brought the sad intelligence was from Mr. Rigby. It was the first time that name had been known to Coningsby.
Mr. Rigby was member for one of Lord Monmouth's boroughs. He was the manager of Lord Monmouth's parliamentary influence, and the auditor of his vast estates. He was more; he was Lord Monmouth's companion when in England, his correspondent when abroad; hardly his counsellor, for Lord Monmouth never required advice; but Mr. Rigby could instruct him in matters of detail, which Mr. Rigby made amusing. Rigby was not a professional man; indeed, his origin, education, early pursuits, and studies, were equally obscure; but he had contrived in good time to squeeze himself into parliament, by means which no one could ever comprehend, and then set up to be a perfect man of business. The world took him at his word, for he was bold, acute, and voluble; with no thought, but a good deal of desultory information; and though destitute of all imagination and noble sentiment, was blessed with a vigorous, mendacious fancy, fruitful in small expedients, and never happier than when devising shifts for great men's scrapes.
They say that all of us have one chance in this life, and so it was with Rigby. After a struggle of many years, after a long series of the usual alternatives of small successes and small failures, after a few cleverish speeches and a good many cleverish pamphlets, with a considerable reputation, indeed, for pasquinades, most of which he never wrote, and articles in reviews to which it was whispered he had contributed, Rigby, who had already intrigued himself into a subordinate office, met with Lord Monmouth.
He was just the animal that Lord Monmouth wanted, for Lord Monmouth always looked upon human nature with the callous eye of a jockey. He surveyed Rigby; and he determined to buy him. He bought him; with his clear head, his indefatigable industry, his audacious tongue, and his ready and unscrupulous pen; with all his dates, all his lampoons; all his private memoirs, and all his political intrigues. It was a good purchase. Rigby became a great personage, and Lord Monmouth's man.
Mr. Rigby, who liked to be doing a great many things at the same time, and to astonish the Tadpoles and Tapers with his energetic versatility, determined to superintend the education of Coningsby. It was a relation which identified him with the noble house of his pupil, or, properly speaking, his charge: for Mr. Rigby affected rather the graceful dignity of the governor than the duties of a tutor. The boy was recalled from his homely, rural school, where he had been well grounded by a hard-working curate, and affectionately tended by the curate's unsophisticated wife. He was sent to a fashionable school preparatory to Eton, where he found about two hundred youths of noble families and connections, lodged in a magnificent villa, that had once been the retreat of a minister, superintended by a sycophantic Doctor of Divinity, already well beneficed, and not despairing of a bishopric by favouring the children of the great nobles. The doctor's lady, clothed in cashmeres, sometimes inquired after their health, and occasionally received a report as to their linen.
Mr. Rigby had a classical retreat, not distant from this establishment, which he esteemed a Tusculum. There, surrounded by his busts and books, he wrote his lampoons and articles; massacred a she liberal (it was thought that no one could lash a woman like Rigby), cut up a rising genius whose politics were different from his own, or scarified some unhappy wretch who had brought his claims before parliament, proving, by garbled extracts from official correspondence that no one could refer to, that the malcontent instead of being a victim, was, on the contrary, a defaulter. Tadpole and Taper would back Rigby for a 'slashing reply' against the field. Here, too, at the end of a busy week, he found it occasionally convenient to entertain a clever friend or two of equivocal reputation, with whom he had become acquainted in former days of equal brotherhood. No one was more faithful to his early friends than Mr. Rigby, particularly if they could write a squib.
It was in this refined retirement that Mr. Rigby found time enough, snatched from the toils of official life and parliamentary struggles, to compose a letter on the study of History, addressed to Coningsby. The style was as much like that of Lord Bolingbroke as if it had been written by the authors of the 'Rejected Addresses,' and it began, 'My dear young friend.' This polished composition, so full of good feeling and comprehensive views, and all in the best taste, was not published. It was only privately printed, and a few thousand copies were distributed among select personages as an especial favour and mark of high consideration. Each copy given away seemed to Rigby like a certificate of character; a property which, like all men of dubious repute, he thoroughly appreciated. Rigby intrigued very much that the headmaster of Eton should adopt his discourse as a class-book. For this purpose he dined with the Doctor, told him several anecdotes of the King, which intimated personal influence at Windsor; but the headmaster was inflexible, and so Mr. Rigby was obliged to be content with having his Letter on History canonized as a classic in the Preparatory Seminary, where the individual to whom it was addressed was a scholar.
This change in the life of Coningsby contributed to his happiness. The various characters which a large school exhibited interested a young mind whose active energies were beginning to stir. His previous acquirements made his studies light; and he was fond of sports, in which he was qualified to excel. He did not particularly like Mr. Rigby. There was something jarring and grating in that gentleman's voice and modes, from which the chords of the young heart shrank. He was not tender, though perhaps he wished to be; scarcely kind: but he was good-natured, at least to children. However, this connection was, on the whole, an agreeable one for Coningsby. He seemed suddenly to have friends: he never passed his holydays again at school. Mr. Rigby was so clever that he contrived always to quarter Coningsby on the father of one of his school-fellows, for Mr. Rigby knew all his school-fellows and all their fathers. Mr. Rigby also called to see him, not unfrequently would give him a dinner at the Star and Garter, or even have him up to town for a week to Whitehall. Compared with his former forlorn existence, these were happy days, when he was placed under the gallery as a member's son, or went to the play with the butler!
When Coningsby had attained his twelfth year, an order was received from Lord Monmouth, who was at Rome, that he should go at once to Eton. This was the first great epoch of his life. There never was a youth who entered into that wonderful little world with more eager zest than Coningsby. Nor was it marvellous.
That delicious plain, studded with every creation of graceful culture; hamlet and hall and grange; garden and grove and park; that castle-palace, grey with glorious ages; those antique spires, hoar with faith and wisdom, the chapel and the college; that river winding through the shady meads; the sunny glade and the solemn avenue; the room in the Dame's house where we first order our own breakfast and first feel we are free; the stirring multitude, the energetic groups, the individual mind that leads, conquers, controls; the emulation and the affection; the noble strife and the tender sentiment; the daring exploit and the dashing scrape; the passion that pervades our life, and breathes in everything, from the aspiring study to the inspiring sport: oh! what hereafter can spur the brain and touch the heart like this; can give us a world so deeply and variously interesting; a life so full of quick and bright excitement, passed in a scene so fair?
CHRISTIE, Agatha - "Misteriozna afera u Stylesu" ("The Mysterious Affair at Styles")
She greeted me with a few words of pleasant welcome in a low clear voice, and I sank into a basket chair feeling distinctly glad that I had accepted John's invitation. Mrs. Cavendish gave me some tea, and her few quiet remarks heightened my first impression of her as a thoroughly fascinating woman. An appreciative listener is always stimulating, and I described, in a humorous manner, certain incidents of my Convalescent Home, in a way which, I flatter myself, greatly amused my hostess. John, of course, good fellow though he is, could hardly be called a brilliant conversationalist.
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Ona me dočekali s nekoliko riječi ugodan doček u niskom jasnim glasom, a ja sam potonuo u košaricu stolici osjeća izrazito drago da sam prihvatio Johnov poziv. Gospođa Cavendish mi je dao neki čaj, a njezine nekoliko tihe primjedbe pojačani moj prvi dojam o njoj kao temeljito fascinantnom ženom.Zahvalan slušatelj je uvijek poticajno, a ja sam opisao, na duhovit način, određene incidente moje oporavlja kuće, na način koji sam ravniji, uvelike zabavlja moju domaćicu. Ivan je, naravno, dobar dečko, iako je on, teško bi se moglo nazvati briljantan sugovornik.
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At that moment a well remembered voice floated through the open French window near at hand:
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U tom trenutku dobro pamti glas doplovio kroz otvoreni prozor u blizini francuske pri ruci:
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"Then you'll write to the Princess after tea, Alfred? I'll write to Lady Tadminster for the second day, myself. Or shall we wait until we hear from the Princess? In case of a refusal, Lady Tadminster might open it the first day, and Mrs. Crosbie the second. Then there's the Duchess—about the school fete."
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"Onda ćete pisati Princess nakon čaja, Alfreda? Pisat ću Lady Tadminster za drugi dan, ja. Ili ćemo čekati dok smo čuti od Princess? U slučaju odbijanja, Lady Tadminster možda ga otvoritiprvi dan, a gđa Crosbie drugi. Zatim tu je vojvotkinja-oko škole svečani. "
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There was the murmur of a man's voice, and then Mrs. Inglethorp's rose in reply:
"Yes, certainly. After tea will do quite well. You are so thoughtful, Alfred dear."
The French window swung open a little wider, and a handsome white-haired old lady, with a somewhat masterful cast of features, stepped out of it on to the lawn. A man followed her, a suggestion of deference in his manner.
Mrs. Inglethorp greeted me with effusion.
"Why, if it isn't too delightful to see you again, Mr. Hastings, after all these years. Alfred, darling, Mr. Hastings—my husband."
I looked with some curiosity at "Alfred darling". He certainly struck a rather alien note. I did not wonder at John objecting to his beard. It was one of the longest and blackest I have ever seen. He wore gold-rimmed pince-nez, and had a curious impassivity of feature. It struck me that he might look natural on a stage, but was strangely out of place in real life. His voice was rather deep and unctuous. He placed a wooden hand in mine and said:
"This is a pleasure, Mr. Hastings." Then, turning to his wife: "Emily dearest, I think that cushion is a little damp."
She beamed fondly on him, as he substituted another with every demonstration of the tenderest care. Strange infatuation of an otherwise sensible woman!
With the presence of Mr. Inglethorp, a sense of constraint and veiled hostility seemed to settle down upon the company. Miss Howard, in particular, took no pains to conceal her feelings. Mrs. Inglethorp, however, seemed to notice nothing unusual. Her volubility, which I remembered of old, had lost nothing in the intervening years, and she poured out a steady flood of conversation, mainly on the subject of the forthcoming bazaar which she was organizing and which was to take place shortly. Occasionally she referred to her husband over a question of days or dates. His watchful and attentive manner never varied. From the very first I took a firm and rooted dislike to him, and I flatter myself that my first judgments are usually fairly shrewd.
Presently Mrs. Inglethorp turned to give some instructions about letters to Evelyn Howard, and her husband addressed me in his painstaking voice:
"Is soldiering your regular profession, Mr. Hastings?"
"No, before the war I was in Lloyd's."
"And you will return there after it is over?"
"Perhaps. Either that or a fresh start altogether."
Mary Cavendish leant forward.
"What would you really choose as a profession, if you could just consult your inclination?"
"Well, that depends."
"No secret hobby?" she asked. "Tell me—you're drawn to something? Every one is—usually something absurd."
"You'll laugh at me."
She smiled.
"Perhaps."
"Well, I've always had a secret hankering to be a detective!"
"The real thing—Scotland Yard? Or Sherlock Holmes?"
"Oh, Sherlock Holmes by all means. But really, seriously, I am awfully drawn to it. I came across a man in Belgium once, a very famous detective, and he quite inflamed me. He was a marvellous little fellow. He used to say that all good detective work was a mere matter of method. My system is based on his—though of course I have progressed rather further. He was a funny little man, a great dandy, but wonderfully clever."
"Like a good detective story myself," remarked Miss Howard. "Lots of nonsense written, though. Criminal discovered in last chapter. Every one dumbfounded. Real crime—you'd know at once."
"There have been a great number of undiscovered crimes," I argued.
"Don't mean the police, but the people that are right in it. The family. You couldn't really hoodwink them. They'd know."
"Then," I said, much amused, "you think that if you were mixed up in a crime, say a murder, you'd be able to spot the murderer right off?"
"Of course I should. Mightn't be able to prove it to a pack of lawyers. But I'm certain I'd know. I'd feel it in my fingertips if he came near me."
"It might be a 'she,'" I suggested.
"Might. But murder's a violent crime. Associate it more with a man."
"Not in a case of poisoning." Mrs. Cavendish's clear voice startled me. "Dr. Bauerstein was saying yesterday that, owing to the general ignorance of the more uncommon poisons among the medical profession, there were probably countless cases of poisoning quite unsuspected."
"Why, Mary, what a gruesome conversation!" cried Mrs. Inglethorp. "It makes me feel as if a goose were walking over my grave. Oh, there's Cynthia!"
A young girl in V. A. D. uniform ran lightly across the lawn.
"Why, Cynthia, you are late to-day. This is Mr. Hastings—Miss Murdoch."
Cynthia Murdoch was a fresh-looking young creature, full of life and vigour. She tossed off her little V. A. D. cap, and I admired the great loose waves of her auburn hair, and the smallness and whiteness of the hand she held out to claim her tea. With dark eyes and eyelashes she would have been a beauty.
She flung herself down on the ground beside John, and as I handed her a plate of sandwiches she smiled up at me.
"Sit down here on the grass, do. It's ever so much nicer."
I dropped down obediently.
"You work at Tadminster, don't you, Miss Murdoch?"
She nodded.
"For my sins."
"Do they bully you, then?" I asked, smiling.
"I should like to see them!" cried Cynthia with dignity.
"I have got a cousin who is nursing," I remarked. "And she is terrified of 'Sisters'."
"I don't wonder. Sisters are, you know, Mr. Hastings. They simp—ly are! You've no idea! But I'm not a nurse, thank heaven, I work in the dispensary."
"How many people do you poison?" I asked, smiling.
Cynthia smiled too.
"Oh, hundreds!" she said.
"Cynthia," called Mrs. Inglethorp, "do you think you could write a few notes for me?"
"Certainly, Aunt Emily."
She jumped up promptly, and something in her manner reminded me that her position was a dependent one, and that Mrs. Inglethorp, kind as she might be in the main, did not allow her to forget it.
DOYLE, Arthur Conan - "Skandal u Češkoj"
His manner was not effusive. It seldom was; but he was glad, I think, to see me. With hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved me to an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated a spirit case and a gasogene in the corner. Then he stood before the fire and looked me over in his singular introspective fashion.
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Sein Benehmen war nicht überschwenglich. Das war es selten; doch ich denke, er freute sich, mich zu sehen. Ohne viele Worte, doch mit einem freundlichen Blick bot er mir einen Sessel an, warf seine Zigarrenkiste herüber und wies auf ein Spirituosen-Regal und einen Sodaspender in der Ecke. Dann stand er vor dem Kamin und musterte mich auf seine eigentümliche zurückhaltende Art.
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Njegovo ponašanje nije bio ponesen. Rijetko je, ali mu je drago, mislim, da me vidi. S jedva riječ govori, ali s ljubaznim okom, on mi je mahnuo fotelji, bacio na njegovu slučaju cigara, i ukazuje na slučaj duh i gasogene u kutu. Tada je stajao pred vatrom, a mi pogleda u svom jedinstvenom introspektivan način.
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Njegovo ponašanje nikad nije odavalo razdraganost. Rijetko se događalo da je ispoljavao radost, ali meni se učinilo da se ovaj put obradovao što me vidi. Premda je jedva progovorio koju riječ, ipak me ljubazno pogledao i dao mi rukom znak da sjednem u naslonjač, dobacivši mi svoju kutiju s cigarama i pokazujući na ormarić s alkoholnim pićima i sifonom koji je stajao u kutu. Tada odjednom stade pred vatrom i dobro me osmotri na svoj čudan, ispitivački način.
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“Wedlock suits you,” he remarked. “I think, Watson, that you have put on seven and a half pounds since I saw you.”
“Seven!” I answered.
“Indeed, I should have thought a little more. Just a trifle more, I fancy, Watson. And in practice again, I observe. You did not tell me that you intended to go into harness.”
“Then, how do you know?”
“I see it, I deduce it. How do I know that you have been getting yourself very wet lately, and that you have a most clumsy and careless servant girl?”
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»Die Ehe tut Ihnen gut«, bemerkte er. »Ich würde sagen, Watson, daß Sie siebeneinhalb Pfund zugelegt haben, seit ich Sie das letzte Mal gesehen habe.«
»Sieben!« antwortete ich.
»Ach wirklich, ich hätte gedacht, es wäre ein bißchen mehr. Aber nur ein ganz kleines bißchen, Watson. Und Sie praktizieren wieder, wie ich sehe. Sie hatten mir gar nicht erzählt, daß Sie vorhaben, das Zaumzeug wieder anzulegen.«
»Woher wissen Sie es dann?«
»Ich sehe es, ich folgere es. Woher weiß ich wohl, daß Sie vor kurzem sehr naß geworden sind, und daß Sie ein äußerst ungeschicktes und achtloses Dienstmädchen haben?«
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"Izvanbračno vam odgovara," napomenuo je. "Mislim, Watson, koji ste stavili na sedam i pol funti otkada sam te vidio."
"Sedam!", Odgovorio sam.
"Doista, ja bi pomislio nešto više. Samo sitnica više, Sviđaju mi se, Watson. A u praksi opet, ja promatram. Niste mi rekli da ste namjeravali ići u oklop. "
"Onda, kako znaš?"
"Ja ga vidim, ja to zaključiti. Kako mogu znati da li su uzimajući sebe vrlo mokro u zadnje vrijeme, i da imate najviše nespretnu i neoprezni sluškinja? "
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- Brak vam prija - reče. - Čini mi se, Watsone, da ste se ugojili sedam i pol funti otkada se nismo vidjeli.
- Sedam - odgovorim.
- Zar? Učinilo mi se da je malko više, Watsone. I, kao što vidim ponovo prakticirate. Ništa mi niste govorili o svojoj namjeri da se opet upregnete u taj posao.
- Pa, otkuda onda znate?
- Vidim, izvodim zaključak. Isto onako kao što znam da ste, nedavno, bili skroz mokri, i da imate veoma nezgrapnu i nepažljivu služavku.
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“My dear Holmes,” said I, “this is too much. You would certainly have been burned, had you lived a few centuries ago. It is true that I had a country walk on Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess, but as I have changed my clothes I can’t imagine how you deduce it. As to Mary Jane, she is incorrigible, and my wife has given her notice, but there, again, I fail to see how you work it out.”
He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.
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»Mein lieber Holmes«, sagte ich, »das ist zu viel. Wenn Sie ein paar Jahrhunderte früher gelebt hätten, wären Sie mit Sicherheit auf den Scheiterhaufen gekommen. Es stimmt, daß ich am Donnerstag einen Spaziergang auf dem Land gemacht habe und fürchterlich durchweicht nach Hause gekommen bin, aber da ich mich inzwischen umgezogen habe, kann ich mir nicht vorstellen, wie Sie das folgern. Was Mary Jane angeht, sie ist einfach unverbesserlich, und meine Frau hat ihr mittlerweile gekündigt; aber auch hier verstehe ich nicht, wie Sie darauf kommen.«
Er kicherte vor sich hin und rieb sich seine schmalen, nervösen Hände.
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"Dragi moj Holmes," rekao sam, "ovo je stvarno previše. Zasigurno bi bili spaljeni, imali ste živjeli prije nekoliko stoljeća. Istina je da sam imao country hoda u četvrtak i vratio se kući u strašnom neredu, ali kao što sam promijenila svoju odjeću ja ne mogu zamisliti kako se to zaključiti. Što se Mary Jane, ona je nepopravljivi, a moja žena je dao svoju obavijest, ali, opet, ne vidim kako to riješiti. "
Nasmijao se sebi i protrlja svoje duge, nervozne ruke.
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- Dragi moj Holmese - rekoh - to je previše! Da ste živjeli prije nekoliko stoljeća vas bi spalili. U četvrtak sam se vratio kući u strašnom stanju s jednog obilaska na selu, ali ne razumijem kako ste došli do tog zaključka kad sam promijenio odijelo. Što se Mary tiče, ona je nepopravljiva pa joj je moje žena dala otkaz. Ne shvaćam kako ste to dokučili.
Nasmijao se prigušeno i protrljao svoje duge, nervozne ruke.
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Sein Benehmen war nicht überschwenglich. Das war es selten; doch ich denke, er freute sich, mich zu sehen. Ohne viele Worte, doch mit einem freundlichen Blick bot er mir einen Sessel an, warf seine Zigarrenkiste herüber und wies auf ein Spirituosen-Regal und einen Sodaspender in der Ecke. Dann stand er vor dem Kamin und musterte mich auf seine eigentümliche zurückhaltende Art.
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Njegovo ponašanje nije bio ponesen. Rijetko je, ali mu je drago, mislim, da me vidi. S jedva riječ govori, ali s ljubaznim okom, on mi je mahnuo fotelji, bacio na njegovu slučaju cigara, i ukazuje na slučaj duh i gasogene u kutu. Tada je stajao pred vatrom, a mi pogleda u svom jedinstvenom introspektivan način.
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Njegovo ponašanje nikad nije odavalo razdraganost. Rijetko se događalo da je ispoljavao radost, ali meni se učinilo da se ovaj put obradovao što me vidi. Premda je jedva progovorio koju riječ, ipak me ljubazno pogledao i dao mi rukom znak da sjednem u naslonjač, dobacivši mi svoju kutiju s cigarama i pokazujući na ormarić s alkoholnim pićima i sifonom koji je stajao u kutu. Tada odjednom stade pred vatrom i dobro me osmotri na svoj čudan, ispitivački način.
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“Wedlock suits you,” he remarked. “I think, Watson, that you have put on seven and a half pounds since I saw you.”
“Seven!” I answered.
“Indeed, I should have thought a little more. Just a trifle more, I fancy, Watson. And in practice again, I observe. You did not tell me that you intended to go into harness.”
“Then, how do you know?”
“I see it, I deduce it. How do I know that you have been getting yourself very wet lately, and that you have a most clumsy and careless servant girl?”
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»Die Ehe tut Ihnen gut«, bemerkte er. »Ich würde sagen, Watson, daß Sie siebeneinhalb Pfund zugelegt haben, seit ich Sie das letzte Mal gesehen habe.«
»Sieben!« antwortete ich.
»Ach wirklich, ich hätte gedacht, es wäre ein bißchen mehr. Aber nur ein ganz kleines bißchen, Watson. Und Sie praktizieren wieder, wie ich sehe. Sie hatten mir gar nicht erzählt, daß Sie vorhaben, das Zaumzeug wieder anzulegen.«
»Woher wissen Sie es dann?«
»Ich sehe es, ich folgere es. Woher weiß ich wohl, daß Sie vor kurzem sehr naß geworden sind, und daß Sie ein äußerst ungeschicktes und achtloses Dienstmädchen haben?«
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"Izvanbračno vam odgovara," napomenuo je. "Mislim, Watson, koji ste stavili na sedam i pol funti otkada sam te vidio."
"Sedam!", Odgovorio sam.
"Doista, ja bi pomislio nešto više. Samo sitnica više, Sviđaju mi se, Watson. A u praksi opet, ja promatram. Niste mi rekli da ste namjeravali ići u oklop. "
"Onda, kako znaš?"
"Ja ga vidim, ja to zaključiti. Kako mogu znati da li su uzimajući sebe vrlo mokro u zadnje vrijeme, i da imate najviše nespretnu i neoprezni sluškinja? "
---------------
- Brak vam prija - reče. - Čini mi se, Watsone, da ste se ugojili sedam i pol funti otkada se nismo vidjeli.
- Sedam - odgovorim.
- Zar? Učinilo mi se da je malko više, Watsone. I, kao što vidim ponovo prakticirate. Ništa mi niste govorili o svojoj namjeri da se opet upregnete u taj posao.
- Pa, otkuda onda znate?
- Vidim, izvodim zaključak. Isto onako kao što znam da ste, nedavno, bili skroz mokri, i da imate veoma nezgrapnu i nepažljivu služavku.
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“My dear Holmes,” said I, “this is too much. You would certainly have been burned, had you lived a few centuries ago. It is true that I had a country walk on Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess, but as I have changed my clothes I can’t imagine how you deduce it. As to Mary Jane, she is incorrigible, and my wife has given her notice, but there, again, I fail to see how you work it out.”
He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.
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»Mein lieber Holmes«, sagte ich, »das ist zu viel. Wenn Sie ein paar Jahrhunderte früher gelebt hätten, wären Sie mit Sicherheit auf den Scheiterhaufen gekommen. Es stimmt, daß ich am Donnerstag einen Spaziergang auf dem Land gemacht habe und fürchterlich durchweicht nach Hause gekommen bin, aber da ich mich inzwischen umgezogen habe, kann ich mir nicht vorstellen, wie Sie das folgern. Was Mary Jane angeht, sie ist einfach unverbesserlich, und meine Frau hat ihr mittlerweile gekündigt; aber auch hier verstehe ich nicht, wie Sie darauf kommen.«
Er kicherte vor sich hin und rieb sich seine schmalen, nervösen Hände.
------------------
"Dragi moj Holmes," rekao sam, "ovo je stvarno previše. Zasigurno bi bili spaljeni, imali ste živjeli prije nekoliko stoljeća. Istina je da sam imao country hoda u četvrtak i vratio se kući u strašnom neredu, ali kao što sam promijenila svoju odjeću ja ne mogu zamisliti kako se to zaključiti. Što se Mary Jane, ona je nepopravljivi, a moja žena je dao svoju obavijest, ali, opet, ne vidim kako to riješiti. "
Nasmijao se sebi i protrlja svoje duge, nervozne ruke.
-----------------
- Dragi moj Holmese - rekoh - to je previše! Da ste živjeli prije nekoliko stoljeća vas bi spalili. U četvrtak sam se vratio kući u strašnom stanju s jednog obilaska na selu, ali ne razumijem kako ste došli do tog zaključka kad sam promijenio odijelo. Što se Mary tiče, ona je nepopravljiva pa joj je moje žena dala otkaz. Ne shvaćam kako ste to dokučili.
Nasmijao se prigušeno i protrljao svoje duge, nervozne ruke.
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