Английский язык с Энтони Хоупом. Узник Зенды / Anthony Hope. The Prisoner Of Zenda

And then came the Duke of Strelsau (а потом подошел герцог Стрелсо). His step trembled, I swear (его колени дрожали, /могу/ поклясться; step – шаг; походка), and he looked to the right and to the left (взгляд бегал из стороны в сторону: «он смотрел то вправо, то влево»), as a man looks who thinks on flight (как у человека, который помышляет о бегстве); and his face was patched with red and white (лицо его покрылось красными и белыми пятнами; to patch – латать, ставить заплаты; покрываться пятнами

), and his hand shook so that it jumped under mine (рука его тряслась так, что она подскочила под мою), and I felt his lips dry and parched (и я почувствовал, /что/ губы его пересохли; dry – сухой; parched – сожженный, опаленный; пересохший). And I glanced at Sapt, who was smiling again into his beard (я взглянул на Сэпта, снова улыбающегося себе в бороду), and, resolutely doing my duty in that station of life (и решительно выполняя свою миссию в той жизненной ситуации; duty – долг; миссия, задача; station – место; этап

) to which I had been marvellously called (к которой я был призван /таким/ удивительным /образом/; to call – звать, окликать; призывать), I took my dear Michael by both hands and kissed him on the cheek (я схватил: «взял» своего дорогого Михаэля обеими руками и поцеловал его в щеку). I think we were both glad when that was over (мне кажется, мы оба были довольны, когда это кончилось)!

She curtsied low, and put her hand under mine and raised my hand and kissed it. And for an instant I thought what I had best do. Then I drew her to me and kissed her twice on the cheek, and she blushed red, and – then his Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop slipped in front of Black Michael, and kissed my hand and presented me with a letter from the Pope – the first and last which I have received from that exalted quarter!

And then came the Duke of Strelsau. His step trembled, I swear, and he looked to the right and to the left, as a man looks who thinks on flight; and his face was patched with red and white, and his hand shook so that it jumped under mine, and I felt his lips dry and parched. And I glanced at Sapt, who was smiling again into his beard, and, resolutely doing my duty in that station of life to which I had been marvellously called, I took my dear Michael by both hands and kissed him on the cheek. I think we were both glad when that was over!