автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Yellow Mask

William Collins

excitement in the room rose to fever pitch.

idling about the neighborhood

frogged and braided

went away in a body

pricked his piece of pasteboard perseveringly,

idling about the neighborhood o

was not to my taste

Will you nobly cure him of a passion which will be his ruin, if not yours, by leaving Pisa to-morrow?'

'I would die rather than doubt him.'

Surely you must have often remembered that you are low down among the ranks of the poor, and that he is high up among the rich and the nobly born?'