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Paula was silent and, in that split second of silence, Emma became conscious of her tenseness, the startled expression that lingered on her face. Is she afraid? Emma wondered. Surely not. She had never displayed fear before. She was not going to turn out like the others, was she? This chilling possibility penetrated Emma’s brilliant mind like a blade and was so unacceptable she refused to contemplate it. She decided then that Paula had simply been disturbed by the meeting, perhaps more so than she had shown. It had not disturbed Emma; rather it had irritated her, since she had found the bloodletting unnecessary and a waste of precious time, and therefore all the more reprehensible. But she had seen it all before, had witnessed the rapacious pursuit of power all of her life, and she could take it in her stride.

With her strength she was equipped to deal with it dispassionately. As Paula will have to learn to do, she told herself.

The severity of her expression did not change, but her voice softened as she said, “However, I won’t send you alone to Sitex until you know, as I already know, that you can handle it successfully.”

4.11.1 Vocabulary notes

chairman of the board – председатель правления компании

shortcoming – недостаток; нехватка, дефицит

foresight– предвидение, предусмотрительность

balance sheets – балансовый отчет

negotiations – переговоры

4.11.2 Fill in the gaps with the prepositions: at, in, of, on

1 Harry Marriott had been removed as president … Sitex and kicked upstairs to become chairman … the board.

2 Over the years, success and the accumulation of great wealth had only served to reinforce these traits, so that now it was impossible to deal with him … any level of reason.

3 As Emma made notations … the documents for future reference, she hoped there would be no more vicious confrontations … Sitex.

4 Emma had won but there was no joy … her victory, for to Emma there was nothing joyful… a man’s downfall.

5 Satisfied that the papers were … order, Emma put the folder and her glasses … her briefcase, settled back … her seat and sipped the cup of coffee.

4.11.3 Fill in the gaps with the words and expressions: balance sheets, ruthless determination, displayed fear, was accustomed, afraid of, make some changes, another cup of coffee

1 Paula glanced up from the … , a look of astonishment crossing her face.

2 As Paula regarded her grandmother she recognized that familiar inscrutable expression for what it truly was, a mask to hide Emma’s… …

3 Paula … … to high-powered negotiations and had always displayed nerve and shrewdness.

4 Paula had never … …before.

5 Paula poured herself… and, as she sipped it, regarded her grandmother carefully.

6 Paula had never been … … her grandmother, but she recognized that most of the family were, her uncle Kit in particular.

7 Emma looked up from the papers: “Paula, how would you like to go to the Paris store? I really think I have to … …in the administration, from what I see in these balance sheets.”

4.11.4 Write ten sentences using the following word combinations:to deal with, the accumulation of great wealth, to appeal to smb’s friendship (cooperation), balance sheets, to be accustomed to, to make some changes, to display fear, a waste of precious time, the rapacious pursuit of power, to handle business successfully

4.11.5 Answer the questions

1 What business did Emma run?

2 Who helped Emma in her business?

3 What was Harry Marriott?

4 What kind of a man was he?

4.11.6 Using the text make up a dialogue between Emma and Paula

4.11.7 Retell the text

4.12 Text 12

A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE

After Barbara Taylor Bradford (to be continued)

Paula was still holding the folder in her hands, delicate hands with tapering fingers. She put the folder down and sat back in her seat. She was regaining her composure and, gazing steadily at her grandmother, she said quietly, “What makes you think they would listen to me the way they listen to you? I know what the board think of me. They regard me as the spoiled, pampered granddaughter of a rich and powerful woman. They dismiss me as empty-headed and silly, a brainless pretty face. They wouldn’t treat me with the same deference they treat you, and why should they? I’m not you.”

Emma pursed her lips to hide a small amused smile, sensing injured pride rather than fear. “Yes, I know what they think of you,” she said in a much milder tone, “and we both know how wrong they are. And I do realize their attitude riles you, darling. I also know how easy it would be for you to disabuse them of their opinions of you. But I wonder, Paula, would you want to do that?”

She looked at her granddaughter quizzically, a shrewd glint in her eyes, and when the girl did not answer, she continued: “Being underestimated by men is one of the biggest crosses I’ve had to bear all of my life, and it was particularly irritating to me when I was your age. However, it was also an advantage and one I learned to make great use of, I can assure you of that. You know, Paula, when men believe they are dealing with a foolish or stupid woman they lower their guard, become negligent and sometimes even downright reckless. Unwittingly they often hand you the advantage on a plate.”

“Yes, but… “

“No buts, Paula, please. And don’t you underestimate me. Do you honestly think I would expose you to a dangerous situation?” She shook her head and smiled. “I know what your capabilities are, my dear. I have always been sure of you. More sure of you than any of my own children, apart from your mother, of course, and you’ve never let me down.”

“I appreciate your confidence, Grandmother,” Paula replied steadily, “but I do find it hard to deal effectively with people who don’t take me seriously and the Sitex board do not.” A stubborn look dulled the light in her eyes and her mouth became a thin tight line, an unconscious replica of her grandmother’s.

“You know, you really surprise me. You have enormous self-assurance and have dealt with all manner of people, on all levels, since you were quite a young girl. It has never seemed to disturb you before.” Emma sighed heavily. “And haven’t I told you countless times that what people think about you in business is unimportant. The important thing is for you to know who you are and what you are. And frankly I always thought you did.”

“I do!” Paula cried, “but I am not sure that I have your capacity for hard work, or your experience.”

Emma’s face darkened. “Yes, you do. Furthermore, you have all the advantages of education I never had, so don’t let me hear you speak so negatively of yourself again! I’ll concede experience to you, but only to a degree. And you are gaining more of that every day. I’ll tell you in all honesty, Paula, I would have no compunction in sending you back to Sitex tomorrow – and without me. Because I know you would handle yourself brilliantly. After all, I raised you, I trained you. Don’t you think I know what I created?”

A carbon copy of yourself and a copy is never quite as good as the original, Paula thought dryly, but said, “Please don’t be angry, Grandmother”. Her voice was gentle. “You did a wonderful job. But I’m not you. And the board are very aware of that. It’s bound to affect their attitude!”

“Now listen to me!” Emma leaned forward and her narrowed eyes were like green glass slits underneath the old wrinkled lids. She spoke more slowly than was her custom, to give weight to her words.

“You seem to have forgotten one thing! When you walk into Sitex in my place, you walk in there with something they have to take seriously. Power! Whatever they think of your ability, that power is the one thing they cannot ignore. The day you take over from me, after my death, you will be representing your mother, who will have become the single largest stockholder of Sitex. With her power of attorney you will be controlling twenty-five per cent of the preferred stock and fifteen per cent of the common stock of a multimillion-dollar corporation.” She paused and stared intently at Paula, and then continued: “That’s not ordinary power, Paula. That’s immense power, and especially so in one person’s hands. And don’t you ever forget that. Believe me, they won’t when it comes to the crunch. They didn’t yesterday. But in spite of their unparalleled behaviour – and I am beginning to realize just how much it did upset you – they were unable to ignore me and what I represent!” Emma sat back in her seat, but she kept her eyes focused on Paula, and her face was implacable.

4.12.1 Vocabulary notes

preferred stock (амер.) = preference stock – привилегированные акции

common stock – обыкновенная акция

4.12.2 Fill in the gaps with the prepositions: to, by, at, of, in, for

1 Paula was still holding the folder … her hands, delicate hands with tapering fingers.

2 She was regaining her composure and, gazing steadily … her grandmother, she said quietly, “What makes you think the board would listen … me the way they listen to you?”

3 Emma looked … her granddaughter, a shrewd glint in her eyes, and when the girl did not answer, she continued: “Being underestimated … men is one of the biggest crosses I’ve had to bear all my life, and it was particularly irritating to me when I was your age.”

4 A stubborn look dulled the light… her eyes and her mouth became a thin tight line, an unconscious replica… her grandmother’s.

5 Paula cried, “I am not sure that I have your capacity … hard work, or your experience.”

6 Emma said … Paula: “You have all the advantages … education I never had, so don’t let me hear you speak so negatively of yourself again.”

7 Emma told … Paula: “I’ll concede experience … you, but only … a degree.”

4.12.3 Fill in the gaps with the word combinations: most needed, sudden interest, take inventory, go on, you the truth

1 Paula remarked, keeping her voice casual and light, “I’ll go to Paris if you want, but to tell … … …, I had thought of spending some time in Yorkshire.”

2 Paula murmured, “I’ll go where you think I’m … … . Obviously it’s a Paris.” She sat very still, sensing her grandmother’s surprised reaction.

3 Emma demanded, “Why this … … in Yorkshire? It strikes me there is some fatal fascination up there! Jim Fairly, I presume.”

4 Paula said defensively, “Don’t be ridiculous! I just thought I ought to … …at the northern stores.

5 Paula hesitated, wondering whether she dare … … she did not want to hurt her grandmother.

4.12.4 Write ten sentences using the following word combinations: delicate hands, a small amused smile, injured pride, a dangerous situation, to have enormous self-assurance, to have capacity for hard work, to have all the advantages of education, to speak negatively of yourself, to become the single largest stockholder, to hand somebody the advantage on a plate

4.12.5 Complete the sentences

1 Paula was still holding …

2 Paula was afraid of…

3 Paula appreciated…

4 Paula had all the advantages …

5 Power is…

4.12.6 Answer the questions

1 Why was Paula afraid of the Sitex board?

2 What did Emma assure Paula of?

3 What advantages did Paula have in business?

4 What is the most important thing in business for a woman? 5 Why was Emma’s face implacable?

4.12.7 Make up a dialogue between Emma and Paula using words and expressions from the text

4.12.8 Retell the text

4.13 Text 13

A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE

After Barbara Taylor Bradford (to be continued)

Paula had been listening attentively to her grandmother, as she always did, and her nervousness was ebbing away. For she did have courage and spirit, and not a little of Emma’s resoluteness. But the virulence of the fighting at Sitex had indeed appalled her, as Emma suspected. As she gazed at her grandmother, reflecting on her words, she marvelled at her again, as she had yesterday. Emma was seventy-eight years old. An old woman. Yet she had none of the infirmities of the aged, nor their loss of grace. She was vital and totally in command of her faculties. Paula had watched her grandmother’s performance at Sitex with awe, had been amazed at her invincible strength, but most of all she had admired her integrity in the face of incredible pressure and opposition. Now Paula wondered, with a cold and calculating objectivity, whether she would ever have that sense of purpose, that icy tenacity to manipulate those men as astutely as her grandmother had. She was not sure. But then some of the nagging doubts were dispelled as she recognized the truth of her grandmother’s words. Finally it was her own driving ambition that ultimately overcame the remnants of nervousness.

She spoke with renewed confidence. “You’re right, of course. Power is the most potent of weapons, probably more so than money. And I’m sure it is the only thing the Sitex board do understand.” She paused and looked at her grandmother directly. “I’m not afraid of them! Don’t think that, Grandy. Although I must admit they did disgust me. I suppose if I was afraid, I was afraid of failing you.” The smile she gave Emma was full of sureness and the troubled look had left her face.

Emma leaned forward and patted her hand reassuringly. “Don’t ever be afraid of failing, Paula. It’s stopped more people achieving their goals than I care to think about. When I was your age I didn’t have time to worry about failing. I had to succeed to survive. And always remember what you just said to me about power. It is the ultimate weapon. Power, not money, talks.

Money is only important when you’re truly poor, when you need it for a roof over your head, for food and clothes. Once you have these essentials taken care of and go beyond them, money is simply a unit, a tool to work with. And don’t ever let anyone persuade you that power corrupts.

It doesn’t always, only when those with power will do anything to hold on to that power. Sometimes it can even be ennobling.” She smiled briefly and added with great positiveness, “And you won’t fail me, my dear.”

“I hope not, Grandy”, Paula said, and when she saw the challenging look that swept over Emma’s face, she added quickly, “I know I won’t! But what about Harry Marriott? He’s the chairman and he appears to hate me.”

“I don’t think he hates you, Paula. Fears you perhaps.” Emma’s voice was suddenly flat, but there was a dark gleam in her eyes. She had many memories of Harry Marriott, none of them very pleasant, for she had crossed swords with him innumerable times in the past.

“Fears me! Why?” Surprise made the girl’s voice rise noticeably, and she leaned forward towards her grandmother.

A flicker of contempt touched Emma’s face as she thought of Marriott. “Because you remind him too much of your grandfather and that unnerves him. Harry was afraid of your grandfather from the very beginning, when they formed the original Sydney-Texas Oil Company and started drilling. Your grandfather always knew what Harry was and Harry instinctively knew that he knew. Hence his fear. When your grandfather left the Sitex stock to me it was with the understanding that I would never sell it as long as I lived. I was to hold it in trust for your mother and any children she might have. You see, your grandfather had great vision, Paula. He recognized years ago that Sitex would become the major company it is today and he wanted us to benefit from it. And he wanted Harry controlled. He wanted my rein on him always.”

“I don’t think he can do any more damage at Sitex. He’s been rendered virtually powerless, thanks to you. Grandfather would be proud of you, darling,” Paula said, and then asked with some curiosity, “Do I really resemble him? Grandfather, I mean?”

Emma looked at Paula quickly. They were flying into the sun and a passage of light, very intense and golden, came in through the window. It centred on Paula as she was speaking. To Emma, her hair seemed shinier and blacker in this golden light, hanging in folds like switches of velvet around the pale still face, and her eyes were bluer and more alive than ever. His eyes. His hair. She smiled gently, her eyes lighting up. “Sometimes you do, like right now. But mostly I think it’s something in your manner that flusters Harry Marriott. And you have no cause to worry about him, Paula. He won’t be there for long.” She turned to the briefcase on the seat and began sorting her papers. After a few minutes she looked up and said, “If you’ve finished with the balance sheets of the New York store I’ll have them back. By the way, do you agree with me?”

“Yes, I do, Grandy. They’ve made a marvellous turnround.” “Let’s hope we can keep them on the straight,” Emma said as she took the folder from Paula. She put on her glasses and began studying the figures from the Paris store, already calculating the changes that would have to be made there: Emma knew the store was running into trouble and her mouth tightened in aggravation as she concentrated on the damning figures, and considered the moves she would make on their return to England.

4.13.1 Vocabulary notes

essentials – предметы первой необходимости

to benefit – получать пользу; извлекать выгоду

turn-round – оборот, оборачиваемость (валюты)

4.13.2 Fill in the gaps with the prepositions: with, of, about, in, to

1 Emma was vital and totally … command of her faculties.

2 Now Paula wondered, … a cold and calculating objectivity, whether she would ever have that sense of purpose, that icy tenacity to manipulate those men as astutely as her grandmother had.

З Power is the most potent … weapons, probably more so than money.

4 The smile Paula gave Emma was full … sureness and the troubled look has left her face.

5 Emma said … Paula, “When I was your age I didn’t have time to worry … failing. I had to succeed to survive.”

6 Emma leaned forward, “Don’t ever be afraid of failing, Paula. It’s stopped more people achieving their goals than I care to think about.”

7 Emma smiled briefly and added … great positiveness, “You won’t fail me, my dear.”

4.13.3 Fill in the gaps with the word combinations: renewed confidence, work with, food, clothes, crossed swords, performance, faculties, weapons

1 Paula had watched her grandmother’s … at Sitex with awe, had been amazed at her invincible strength.

2 Emma was seventy-eight years old, yet she was vital and totally in command of her…

3 Paula spoke with.“Power is the most potent of… probably more so than money.”

4 Money is only important when you’re truly poor, when you need it for a roof over your head, for … and … money is simply a unit, a tool to … …

5 Emma had many memories of Harry Marriott, none of them very pleasant, for she had … …with him innumerable times in the past.

4.13.4 Write ten sentences using the following word combinations: challenging look, innumerable times, invincible strength, in the face of incredible pressure and opposition, to be in command of… to have the sense of purpose, to have many memories of… to cross swords with … to remind smb. Of smth., from the very beginning

4.13.5 Complete the sentences

1 Paula had been listening to …

2 Paula had watched …

3 Paula had been amazed at…

4 Paula had admired …

5 Paula wondered…

6 Emma was…

7 Emma suspected…

8 Emma cared to think about…

9 Money is…

10 Harry Marriott was afraid of…

4.13.6 Answer the questions

1 How old was Emma?

2 How did Emma look like?

3 How did Emma treat Paula?

4 What was Paula afraid of?

5 What memories of Harry Marriott did Emma have?

4.13.7 Describe Paula’s appearance

4.13.8 Make up a dialogue between Emma and Paula when they flew from New York to London

4.13.9 Retell the text expressing your attitude to Emma’s business abilities

4.14 Text 14

THE THORN BIRDS

After Colleen McCullough

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend.

Sitting at his window looking out over the vista of Drogheda in the dying sun, the ghost gums golden, the mass of red and pink and white roses in the garden all empurpled, Father Ralf de Bricassart took Mary Carson’s letter from his case and held it between his hands. But she had insisted he read it before he buried her, and somewhere in his mind a little voice was whispering that he must read it now, not later tonight after he had seen Paddy and Meggie, but now before he had seen anyone save Mary Carson.

It contained four sheets of paper; he riffled them apart and saw immediately that the lower two were her will. The top two were addressed to him, in the form of a letter.

My dearest Ralph,

You will have seen that the second document in this envelope is my will. I already have a perfectly good will signed and sealed in Harry Gough’s office in Gilly; the will enclosed herein is a much later one, and naturally nullifies the one Harry has.

As a matter of fact I made it only the other day, and had it witnessed by Tom and the fencer, since I understand it is not permissible to have any beneficiary witness one’s will. It is quite legal, in spite of the fact Harry didn’t draw it up for me. No court in the land will deny its validity, I assure you.

But why didn’t I have Harry draw this testament up if I wanted to alter the disposition of my effects? Very simple, my dear Ralph. I wanted absolutely no one to know of this will’s existence apart from you, and me. This is the only copy, and you hold it. Not a soul knows that you do. A very important part of my plan.

Do you remember that piece of the Gospel where Satan took Our Lord Jesus Christ up onto a mountaintop, and tempted Him with the whole world? How pleasant it is to know I have a little of Satan’s power, and am able to tempt the one I love (do you doubt Satan loved Christ? I do not) with the whole world. The contemplation of your dilemma has considerably enlivened my thoughts during the past few years, and the closer I get to dying, the more delightful my visions become.

After you’ve read the will, you’ll understand what I mean. While I burn in Hell beyond the borders of this life I know now, you’ll still be in that life, but burning in a hell with fiercer flames than any God could possibly manufacture. Oh, my Ralph, I’ve gauged you to a nicety! If I never knew how to do anything else, I’ve always known how to make the ones I love suffer. And you’re far better game than my dear departed Michael ever was.

When I first knew you, you wanted Drogheda and my money, didn’t you, Ralph? You saw it as a way to buy back your natural meatier. But then came Meggie, and you put your original purpose in cultivating me out of your mind, didn’t you? I became an excuse to visit Drogheda so you could be with Meggie. I wonder could you have switched allegiances so easily had you known how much I’m actually worth? Do you know, Ralph? I don’t think you have an inkling. I suppose it isn’t ladylike to mention the exact sum of one’s assets in one’s will, so I had better tell you here just to make sure you have all the necessary information at your fingertips, when it comes to your making a decision. Give or take a few hundred thousands, my fortune amounts to some thirteen million pounds.

I’m getting down towards the foot of the second page, and I can’t be bothered turning this into a thesis. Read my will, Ralph, and after you’ve read it, decide what you’re going to do with it. Will you tender it to Harry Gough for probate, or will you burn it and never tell a soul it existed? That’s the decision you’ve got to make. I ought to add that the will in Harry’s office is the one I made the year after Paddy came, and leaves everything I have to him. Just so you know what hangs in the balance.

Ralph, I love you so much I would have killed you for not wanting me, except that this is a far better form of reprisal. I’m not the noble kind.

I love you but I want you to scream in agony. Because, you see, I know what your decision will be. I know it as surely as if I could be there, watching. You’ll scream, Ralph, you’ll know what agony is. So read on, my beautiful, ambitious priest! Read my will, and decide your fate.

It was not signed or initialed. He felt the sweat on his forehead, felt it running down the back of his neck from his hair. And he wanted to get up that very moment to burn both documents, never read what the second one contained.

But she had gauged her quarry well, the gross old spider. Of course he would read on; he was too curious to resist. God! What had he ever done, to make her want to do this to him? Why did women make him suffer so? Why couldn’t he have been born small, twisted, ugly? If he were so, he might have been happy.

The last two sheets were covered by the same precise, almost minute writing. As mean and drudging as her soul.

I, Mary Elizabeth Carson, being of sound mind and sound body, do hereby declare that this is my last will and testament, thereby rendering null and void any such testaments previously made by me.

Save only for the special bequests made below, all my worldly goods and moneys and properties I bequeath to the Holy Catholic Church of Rome, under the hereby stated conditions of bequest:

First, that the said Holy Catholic Church of Rome, to be called the Church hereafter, knows in what esteem and with what affection I hold her priest, Father Ralph de Bricassart. It is solely because of his kindness, spiritual guidance and unfailing support that I so dispose of my assets.

Secondly, that the bequests shall continue in the favor of the Church only so long as she appreciates the worth and ability of the said Father Ralph de Bricassart.

Thirdly, that the said Father Ralph de Bricassart be responsible for the administration and channeling of these my worldly goods, moneys and properties, as the chief authority in charge of my estate.

Fourthly, that upon the demise of the said Father Ralph de Bricassart, his own last will and testament shall be legally binding in the matter of the further administration of my estate. That is, the Church shall continue in full ownership, but Father Ralph de Bricassart shall be solely responsible for the naming of his successor in administration; he shall not be obliged to select a successor who is either an ecclesiastical or a lay member of the Church.

Fifthly, that the station Drogheda be never sold nor subdivided.

Sixthly, that my brother, Padraic Cleary, be retained as manager of the station Drogheda with the right to dwell in my house, and that he be paid a salary at the discretion of Father Ralph de Bricassart and no other.

Seventhly, that in the event of the death of my brother, the said Padraic Cleary, his widow and children be permitted to remain on the station Drogheda and that the position of manager shall pass consecutively to each of his sons, Robert, John, Hugh, Stuart, James and Patrick, but excluding Francis.

Eightly, that upon the demise of Patrick or whichever son excluding Francis is the last son remaining, the same rights be permitted the said Padraic Cleary’s grandchildren.

Special bequest.

To Padraic Cleary, the contents of my houses on the station Drogheda.

To Eunice Smith, my housekeeper, that she remain at a fair salary so long as she desires, and in addition that she be paid the sum of five thousand pounds forthwith, and that upon her retirement she be awarded an equitable pension.

To Minerva O’Brien and Catherine Donelly, that they remain at fair salaries so long as they desire, and in addition that they be paid the sum of one thousand pounds each forthwith, and that upon their retirements they be awarded equitable pensions.

To Father Ralph de Bricassart the sum often thousand pounds to be paid annually so long as he shall live, for his own private and unquestioned use.

It was duly signed, dated and witnessed.

His room looked west. The sun was setting. The pall of dust which came with every summer filled the silent air, and the sun thrust its fingers through the finestrung particles so that is seemed the whole world had turned to gold and purple. Streaky clouds rimmed in brilliant fire poked silver streamers across the great bloody ball which hung just above the trees of the far paddocks.

“Bravo!” he said. “I admit it, Mary, you’ve beaten me. A master stroke. I was the fool, not you.”

He could not see the pages in his hand through the tears, and moved them before they could be blotched. Thirteen million pounds! Thirteen million pounds! Thirteen million pounds! It was indeed what he had been angling for in the days before

Meggie. And with her coming he had abandoned it, because he couldn’t carry on such a campaign in cold blood to cheat her of her inheritance. But what if he had known how much the old spider was worth? What then? He had no idea it was a tenth so much. Thirteen million pounds [5]!

4.14.1 Vocabulary notes

will – завещание

beneficiary – бенефициар (наследник по завещанию)

validity – законность, юридическая сила

fortune amounts – состояние (богатство) составляет (сумму); равняется

propertу – собственность, имущество

ownership – владение

salary – жалование, оклад

retirement – выход в отставку, на пенсию

equitable pension – справедливая пенсия

indecent – неприличный, непристойный

to use – language – непристойно выражаться

obsession – навязчивая идея, наваждение

4.14.2 Comments

Colleen McCulIough – Колин Маккалоу

Ralph de Bricassart – Ральф де Брикассар

Drogheda – Дрохеда

Gospel – Священное писание

Our Lord Jesus Christ – наш Господь Иисус Христос

Harry Gough – Гарри Гофф

Gilly – Джилли

4.14.3 Fill in the gaps with the prepositions: to, in, of, at

1 Father Ralf de Bricassart was sitting … his window looking out over the vista of Drogheda… the dying sun.

2 Father Ralf de Bricassart took Mary Carson’s letter addressed … him.

3 Mary Carson’s letter contained four sheets… paper.