Приключения Шерлока Холмса: Человек с рассеченной губой / The Man with the Twisted Lip - страница 6

h) “Near Lee, in Kent. It’s seven miles away from here.”

V. Attribute each phrase from the exercise IV to the person who said it.

VI. Rewrite the phrases given above into the indirect speech. Use the following verbs.

To exclaim; to whisper; to remark; to explain; to reproach; to demand; to decline; to encourage.

VII. Correct the mistakes in the following phrases. Find as many as you can. Justify your corrections.

1. “Yes, bodies, Watson. We will be rich if we had 1000 pounds for every poor man who died in that den. It is the dangerest murder-trap on the whole riverside, and I’m afraid that Neville St. Clair has entered it to never leave it. But our cart should be here.” He put his two fingers between his teeths and whistled a signal which was answered by a similar whistle from the distance, followed by the cart, that appeared out of the darkness.

2. Could I accompany her to this place? And then, as a second thought, why she should come at all? I was Isa’s Whitney doctor, and so I had influence over him. I could do it better if I were alone. I gave her my word that I will send him home in a cab within two hours if he were indeed at the adress whose she had given me. And so in ten minutes I leaved my armchair and cheerful sitting-room behind me, and was speeding to the east in a cab on a strange commission, as it seemed to me at the time, though the future only could show how strange it was to be.

3. It was difficult to refuse any of Sherlock Holmes’s requests, for they were always very definite, and put forward in so imperative manner. I felt, however, that when Whitney was put in the cab my mission was practically over; and for the rest, I could not wish anything rather than to be together with my friend in one of this adventures what were the normal condition of his existence. In a few minutes I had written my note, paid Whitney’s bill, led him out to the cab, and seen him driving through the darkness.

4. The most laid silent, but some muttered to themself, and others talked together in a strange, low, monotonous voice, their speech began and then suddenly stoped, each mumbled out his own thoughts and not paid attention to the words of his neighbor. At the end was a small brazier, beside that on a three-legged wooden stool there sat a tall, thin old man, with his face resting upon his two fists, and his elbows upon his knees, staring into the fire.