2º ANO - Escola Estadual Luiz Gonzaga de Campos Toledo - Piracicaba / SP.
(Editora Saraiva)
A short story: the landlady
Billy Weaver had traveled down from London on the slow afternoon train, with a change at Swindon on the way, and by the time he got to Bath it was about nine o'clock in the evening. (...)
Billy was seventeen years old. He was wearing a new navy-blue overcoat, a new brown trilby hat, and a new brown suit, and he was feeling fine. He walked briskly down the stret, (...) there were no shops on this wide street that he was walking along, only a line of tall houses on each side, all them identical. (...)
Suddenly, in a dounstairs window that was brillianttly iluminated by a street lamp not six yards away, Billy caught sight of of a printed notice propped up against the glass in one of the upper panes. It said BED AND BREAKFAST. (...)
He STOPPED WALKING. hE MOVED A BIT CLOSER. (...) IT LOOKED TO HIM AS THOUGH IT WOULD be a pretty decent house to stay in.
He pressed the bell. (...) NOrmally you ring the bel and you at least a half-minute's wait before the door oéns. But this dame was like a jack-in-the-box. He pressed the bell - and out she propped! It made him jump.
She about forty-five or fifty years old, and the moment she saw him,
she gave him a warm welcoming smile. (...) Billy took off his hat, and stepped! over the threshold "Just hang it there," she said, "And let me help you with your coat." There were no other hats
or coats in the hall. There were no umbrellas, no walking-stiks - nothing ( )
"You see, it isn't very often I have the pleasure of taking a visitor into my little nest.
(...) But I'm always ready for him. (...)
And it ssis such a pleasure , my dear, such a very great pleasure when now and again I open the door and I see someone standin there who is just exactly right.(...)
"I'm so glad you be kind enoug to pop into the sitting room on the ground floor and sign the book? lying open the piano, so he took out his pen and wrote down his name and address. There only two other entries above his on the page. (...) One was a Christopher M ulholland from Cardiff. The other was Gregory W. Temple from Bristol.
". Gregory Temple?" he said aloud, searching his memory. "Cchristopher Mulholland?... " (...)
Gregory Temple?" he said aloud, searching his memory. "Christopher Mulholland?... " (...)
They sound somehow familiar", he said.(...)
"I not only seem to remenber each one of them separately, so to speak, but somehow or other, in some peculiar way , they both apear to sort of thing ( ...)
...christopher Mulholland... wasn't taht the name of the Eton schoolbboy who was on a wlaking-tour through the West country, and then all off a suddden...
"Milk?" she said. "And sugar?" (...)
"Temple", she said. Gregory Temple. Excuse my asking, but haven't there been any other guests here"Milk?" she said. "And sugar?" (...)
"Temple", she said. Gregory Temple. Excuse my asking, but haven't there been any other guests here except them in the last two or three years?" (...)
"No, my dear," she said, "Only you."
except them in the last two or three years?" (...)
"No, my dear," she said, "Only you."
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