I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, “but

I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, “but I hope my niece has entertained you well."

“Yes, she’s been very amusing,” said Mr Nuttel.

“D’you mind the open window?” asked Mrs Sappleton. “My husband and brothers will soon be home from shooting and they always come into the house this way." And she went on speaking gaily about shooting. After what Mr Nut tel had just heard, he looked worried.

“The doctors told me,” he said, trying to change the subject, “to have a rest here and to avoid anything that would make me feel nervous.”

“Did they?” said Mrs Sappleton in a voice which showed that she was not at all interested in what Mr Nuttel was saying. She never took her eyes off the open window and suddenly cried out:

“Here they are at last! Just in time for tea. How tired they look.”Mr Nuttel looked at the girl and saw that she was looking out through the open window with horror in her eyes. Mr Nuttel turned round slowly in his seat, looked in the same direction and saw three figures walking across the garden towards the window. They all carried guns and one of them had a coat over his shoulder. A tired brown dog w’as following them. Noiselessly they approached the house, and then a young voice began to sing. “Bertie, why don’t you come?”

Mr Nuttel seized his hat and ran out of the house like mad.

“Here we are, my dear,” said Mrs Sappleton’s husband, coming in through the window. “We’ve enjoyed ourselves very much. I wonder what made that gentleman run out so quickly when we came up? Who is he?”

“A very strange young man, called Nuttel. He could only talk about his illness. He didn’t say a single interes ting thing. I don’t understand why he ran out that way without saying good-bye,” said his wife.

“I think it was the dog,” said the niece calmly. "He told me that he was afraid of dogs. Once when he was attacked by a pack of dogs somewhere in India, he was so frightened that he started running like mad, and finding himself in a cemetery, climbed down into a newly-dug grave, where he had to spend the night. Since then he has always been afraid of dogs.”

She was very good at inventing stories and did it artis tically.

Результаты (русский) 1:

Мне жаль, что я опаздываю,» она сказала «, но я надеюсь, что моя племянница развлекал вы хорошо».«Да, она очень забавно,» сказал г-н Nuttel.«Билетик разума открытое окно?» спросил миссис Sappleton. «Мой муж и братья скоро будут дома от стрельбы и они всегда приходят в дом, таким образом.» И она пошла весело говорить о стрельбе. После только что услышал что г-н гайка тел он посмотрел беспокоился.«Врачи сказали мне,» сказал он, пытаясь изменить тему, «чтобы отдохнуть здесь и чтобы избежать ничего, что бы заставить меня чувствовать себя нервный.»«Ли они?» сказал миссис Sappleton голосом, который показал, что она вовсе не интересует то, что говорил г-н Nuttel. Она никогда не брал ее глаза у открытого окна и вдруг воскликнул:«Вот они наконец! Как раз вовремя для чая. Как устал они выглядят.» Г-н Nuttel посмотрел на девушку и увидел, что она смотрит через открытое окно с ужасом в глазах. Г-н Nuttel повернул вокруг медленно в его место, посмотрел в том же направлении и увидел три фигуры, пешком через сад к окну. Они все проведенные пушки и один из них был пальто через плечо. Усталый коричневая собака w'as после них. Бесшумно они подошли к дому, а затем молодой голос начал петь. «Берти, почему бы вам не прийти?»Г-н Nuttel схватил шляпу и выбежала из дома, как сумасшедший.«Здесь мы, дорогие мои,» сказал муж миссис Sappleton, через окно. «Мы себя очень понравилось. Интересно, что сделал этот джентльмен выполнения вне так быстро, когда мы пришли? Кто же он?»“A very strange young man, called Nuttel. He could only talk about his illness. He didn’t say a single interes ting thing. I don’t understand why he ran out that way without saying good-bye,” said his wife.“I think it was the dog,” said the niece calmly. "He told me that he was afraid of dogs. Once when he was attacked by a pack of dogs somewhere in India, he was so frightened that he started running like mad, and finding himself in a cemetery, climbed down into a newly-dug grave, where he had to spend the night. Since then he has always been afraid of dogs.”She was very good at inventing stories and did it artis tically.