Что ваш Гарри Поттер с его спойлерами,
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какие там могут быть неожиданности...
Взял в библиотеке очередную Дороти Сайерс. Сижу, пью чай со сдобной булкой... На странице 417 лорд Питер Уимзи покупает своей невесте собачий ошейник с медными шипами. И предлагает примерить.
Нет, надо тщательнее выбирать книги, когда пьешь горячий чай.
Взял в библиотеке очередную Дороти Сайерс. Сижу, пью чай со сдобной булкой... На странице 417 лорд Питер Уимзи покупает своей невесте собачий ошейник с медными шипами. И предлагает примерить.
Нет, надо тщательнее выбирать книги, когда пьешь горячий чай.
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Date: 2005-08-08 12:26 pm (UTC)Странно? Не то слово.
Date: 2005-08-08 08:58 pm (UTC)"I know what you want," - he said. "You want a dog collar. I am going to get you one. The kind with brass knobs."
(...)
"I can't go about in a dog collar."
"Well, not in the daytime. But it would give confidence when patrolling at night. And you could sleep in it with a little practice. You needn't bother to come in - I've had my hands round your neck often enough to guess the size."
He vanished into the shop (...) Presently he came out with a parcel and took the wheel again.
"The man was very much interested in my bull terrier bitch. Extremely plucky animal, but reckless and obstinate fighter. Personally, he said, he preferred greyhounds. He told me where I could get my name and address put on the collar (...) Now we are out of the town, you can try it on."
He drew in to the side of the road for this purpose, and assisted her (with, Harriet fancied, a touch of self-satisfaction), to buckle the heavy strap. It was a massive kind of necklace, and quite surprisingly uncomfortable. Harriet fished in her bag for a hand mirror and surveyed the effect.
"Rather becoming, don't you think?" said Peter. "I don't see why it shouldn't set a new fashion."
"I do," said Harriet. "Do you mind taking it off again."
"Will you wear it?"(...)
"Bloodthirsty monster. Very well, I'll do anything you like if you'll take it off now."
"That's a promise," said he, and released her.
Gaudy Night, Ch. XIX