Натаниель Готорн - Дом о семи шпилях

beginning partly to realize what manner of man he was. "And yet folks used to set me down among the simple ones, in my younger days! But I suppose I am like a Roxbury russet-a great deal the better, the longer I can be kept. Yes, and my words of wisdom that you and Phoebe tell me of, are like the golden dandelions, which never grow in the hot months, but may be seen glistening among the withered grass, and under the dry leaves, sometimes as late as December. And you are welcome, friends, to my mess of dandelions, if there were twice as many!" A plain but handsome dark green barouche had drawn up in front of the ruinous portal of the old mansion-house. The party came forth and (with the exception of good Uncle Venner, who was to follow in a few days) proceeded to take their places. They were chatting and laughing very pleasantly together; and-as proves to be often the case, at moments when we ought to palpitate with sensibility-Clifford and Hepzibah bade a final farewell to the abode of their forefathers, with hardly more emotion than if they had made it their arrangement to return thither at teatime.

Через несколько минут прекрасная темно-зеленая карета подъехала к полуразрушившемуся порталу Дома с семью шпилями, и все наше общество отправилось в деревенский дом покойного судьи, кроме дядюшки Веннера, который согласился на просьбу Фиби вместо фермы провести остаток жизни в хижине, построенной в новом саду, но остался на несколько дней, чтобы проститься с обитателями улицы Пинчонов.