Английский с Г. К. Честертоном. Рассказы об отце Брауне

 “The next evidence,” said Father Brown, “took some time to find, but it will not take long to tell. I found at last in an almshouse down in the Lincolnshire Fens an old soldier who not only was wounded at the Black River, but had actually knelt beside the colonel of the regiment when he died. This latter was a certain Colonel Clancy, a big bull of an Irishman; and it would seem that he died almost as much of rage as of bullets. He, at any rate, was not responsible for that ridiculous raid; it must have been imposed on him by the general. His last edifying words, according to my informant, were these: ‘And there goes the damned old donkey with the end of his sword knocked off. I wish it was his head.’ You will remark that everyone seems to have noticed this detail about the broken sword blade, though most people regard it somewhat more reverently than did the late Colonel Clancy. And now for the third fragment.”

Their path through the woodland began to go upward

(их тропинка, /идущая/ сквозь лес, стала подниматься вверх; upward – направленный вверх, поднимающийся, восходящий; downward – направленный вниз; спускающийся

), and the speaker paused a little for breath before he went on

(/и рассказчик/ остановился, чтобы перевести дыхание, прежде чем возобновить рассказ; breath – дыхание; вздох; to breathe – дышать; вдыхать, выдыхать; to go on).

Then he continued in the same business-like tone (затем он продолжил тем же деловым тоном):