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at home. He had come from the Baltic to the Thames, but it might just
                            as  well  have  been  from  any  place  to  any  other  place.  As  he  stood
                            there,  straddling  at  ease,  a  thick  figure  of  a  man  but  not  slow  and
                            heavy,  with  his  gleaming  bald  front  and  giant  moustache,  looking
                            down  at  the  wharf  quite  incuriously,  he  seemed  a  man  who  was
                            neither coming  home  nor  leaving  it, and  yet  not  a simple traveller,
                            and this gave him a faint piratical air.

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                                                                              (By L. M. Alcot   )

                                  Margaret, the eldest of the four, was sixteen, and very pretty,
                            being plump and fair, with  large  eyes, plenty  of soft brown  hair, a
                            sweet mouth and white hands of which she was rather vain. Fifteen
                            years  old Jo was very  tall, thin and brown, and reminded  one  of  a
                            colt, for she never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs,
                            which  were  very  much  in  her  way.  She  had  a  decided  mouth,  a
                            comical nose and sharp grey eyes, which appeared to see everything,
                            and were in turns fierce, funny or thoughtful.
                                  Her  long  thick  hair  was  her  only  beauty,  but  it  was  usually
                            bundled into a net to be out of her way. Round shoulders had Jo, big
                            hands and feet, a fly-away look to her clothes, and the uncomfortable
                            appearance  of  a  girl  who  was  rapidly  shooting  into  a  woman  and
                            didn’t like it.
                                  Elizabeth  –  or  Berth,  as  everyone  called  her  was  a  rosy,
                            smooth-haired, bright-eyed girl of thirteen, with a shy manner, a timid
                            voice, and a peaceful  expression, which was seldom disturbed. Her
                            father  called  her  “Little  Tranquillity”,  and  the  name  suited  her
                            excellently, for she seemed to live in a happy world of her own, only
                            venturing out to meet the few whom she trusted and loved.
                                  Amy, though the youngest, was a most important person, in her
                            own  opinion  at  least.  A  regular  snow  maiden,  with  blue  eyes,  and
                            yellow  hair  curling  on  her  shoulders,  pale  and  slender  and  always
                            carrying herself like a lady mindful of her manners.

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                              Текст друкується за виданням  Сафонова М.П. Пособие по разговорному
                            английскому языку. – М: Высшая школа. 1977.  С. 23-24.

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