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Maugham, Theatre) ) , , : “My dear,” she gasped, holding to the rail, apparently daunted by the second bridge, the shaking metal and the sound of the linked coaches straining. (G. Greene, Stamboul Train) ( , to gasp ). , , . , ) , , : Ciss smiled a funny little smile, and looked into his eyes. He suddenly flushed crimson, turning aside his face. (D.H. Lawrence, The Rocking-Horse Winner) : 12 , , , , . . ) , : Mabel Warren drew in her breath sharply. (G. Greene, Stamboul Train) ) ( , , .): Her purpose was patent to anyone who passed the compartment, and she sweated a little on the forehead, growing frenzied in her haste. (G.Greene, Stamboul Train) , , ) : I was open-mouthed. “Whatever for?” I asked. (I. Murdoch, Under the Net); ) ( , , , . .): Suddenly, Hooper threw himself forwards, and began to beat his fists into the ground, tearing convulsively at the leaves and soil with his nails, and making a hoarse screaming sound, low down in his throat. He drummed his legs harder and harder. (S. Hill, I’m the King of the Castle) , , , , , , 13 , . , , , : But when she saw him, so slight, with his hectic flush and his blue eyes, so charmingly boyish, she felt a sudden pang. (S. Maugham, Theatre) , , . , - ; , , , : But few men wore beards any more, luckily for her because the sight made her go a little weak at her knees, and none of those that did ever made any advance to her. (S. Maugham, Theatre) , , , , , - : Helen felt her hands grow cold, and her head fill with black, she all but fainted. (F. Weldon, The Bottom Line and the Sharp End) . . , , , , , - , , 14 , . , . , , , , , by the Lord Harry, , , . , , , . – , , , , : “Why the devil don’t you answer when I speak to you?” (S. Maugham, Theatre) : “No,” sobbed Laura. “It was simply marvelous. But, Laurie – ” She stopped, she looked at her brother. “Isn’t life,” she stammered, “isn’t life – ” But what life was she couldn’t explain. (K. Mansfield, Her First Ball) "isn’t life", , ( , , - ), (sobbed, stammered). 15 , , , , ( , , , ), , : Her first ball! She was only at the beginning of everything. (K. Mansfield, Her First Ball) , , , , , , : Grandfather was furious! (K. Mansfield, The Lady’s Maid) , , : , , , , , , , , , : He was not angry. On the contrary, he was in high spirits. (S. Maugham, Theatre) ( ) It gave her a nasty turn. (S. Maugham, Theatre) ( ) , – , – , : He could not move. His heart thumped. … For the second time that day, Hamid’s heart swelled. (D. Moggach, Empire Building) 16 : , , , , . . : , ) , rage, wrath, anger), ( , fear, : Suddenly a cold fear gripped her. (D.H. Lawrence, The Rocking-Horse Winner) , , , , , . : For ten years he had been the landscape that held her whole existence – one scarlet poppy on the hills and crags of him, sharing his sky. (R. Tremain, A Shooting Season) ( : ) She smiled brightly at him, but her eyes were steely with hatred. (S. Maugham,Theatre) . .: Her nerves vibrated like tight strings. (G. Greene, Stamboul Train) , ) There was a sort of despair in the motionless, rather squat body. He looked like a caryatid bearing a weight. (D.H. Lawrence, The Lovely Lady) ( , ) . 17 . : The exquisite freshness of Isabel! When he had been a little boy, it was his delight to run into the garden after a shower of rain and the rose-bush over him. Isabel was that rose-bush, petal-soft, sparkling and cool. (K. Mansfield, Marriage a la Mode) , , , , . , . , . .: “Where are you?” She waited peering into the mist. The mist was yellowing, sunlight slowly climbing. A dog barked, far off. Senseless question. Where are you? Where are you? Anna walked on. The surface of the water, so near her slippery feet, was absolutely smooth. The sun was climbing fast now and the mist was tumbling, separating, making way for colour and contour. Where are you? (R. Tremain, A Shooting Season) , , , , , , , . . , , 18 , , , . . . , , , , . 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