Английский язык с Р. Л. Стивенсоном. Остров сокровищ

“Enough, too,” retorted George. “We’ll all swing and sundry for your bungling.”

“Well, now, look here, I’ll answer these four p’ints; one after another I’ll answer ’em. I made a hash o’ this cruise, did I? Well, now, you all know what I wanted; and you all know, if that had been done, that we’d ’a’ been aboard the Hispaniola this night as ever was, every man of us alive, and fit, and full of good plum-duff, and the treasure in the hold of her, by thunder! Well, who crossed me? Who forced my hand, as was the lawful cap’n? Who tipped me the black spot the day we landed, and began this dance? Ah, it’s a fine dance — I’m with you there — and looks mighty like a hornpipe in a rope’s end at Execution Dock by London town, it does. But who done it? Why, it was Anderson, and Hands, and you, George Merry! And you’re the last above board of that same meddling crew; and you have the Davy Jones’s insolence to up and stand for cap’n over me — you, that sank the lot of us! By the powers! but this tops the stiffest yarn to nothing.”

Silver paused, and I could see by the faces of George and his late comrades (Сильвер сделал паузу, и я мог видеть по лицам Джорджа и его товарищей) that these words had not been said in vain (что эти слова не были сказаны понапрасну)

.

“That’s for number one (это по /пункту/ номер один),” cried the accused, wiping the sweat from his brow (крикнул обвиняемый, вытирая пот со своего лба; brow — бровь; лоб), for he had been talking with a vehemence that shook the house (так как он говорил с /такой/ горячностью, что сотрясала дом; vehemence — страстность, сила, неистовство

). “Why, I give you my word, I’m sick to speak to you (что ж, даю вам свое слово = клянусь, мне тошно разговаривать с вами; to be sick — болеть, чувствовать себя скверно). You’ve neither sense nor memory (у вас нет ни рассудка, ни памяти), and I leave it to fancy where your mothers was that let you come to sea (и я удивляюсь: «предоставляю это воображению», как это ваши мамаши отпустили вас в море). Sea (/в/ море)

! Gentlemen o’ fortune (джентльмены удачи)! I reckon tailors is your trade (полагаю, портные — ваше ремесло = уж лучше бы вы стали портными).”

“Go on, John (продолжай, Джон),” said Morgan. “Speak up to the others (отвечай на остальные /претензии/).”

сomrades [`kɔmreɪdz] accused [ə`kju:zd] vehemence [`vɪəməns]

Silver paused, and I could see by the faces of George and his late comrades that these words had not been said in vain.

“That’s for number one,” cried the accused, wiping the sweat from his brow, for he had been talking with a vehemence that shook the house. “Why, I give you my word, I’m sick to speak to you. You’ve neither sense nor memory, and I leave it to fancy where your mothers was that let you come to sea. Sea! Gentlemen o’ fortune! I reckon tailors is your trade.”

“Go on, John,” said Morgan. “Speak up to the others.”