Коллекционер
Chapter 1
"It’salovelyroom.It’swickedtofillitwithallthisshoddystuff.Suchmuck!"Sheactuallykickedoneofthechairs.IsupposeIlookedlikeIfelt(offended)becauseshesaid,"Butyoumustseeit’swrong!Thoseterriblechichiwall-lampsand"—shesuddenlycaughtsightofthem—"notchinawildduck!"Shelookedatmewithrealanger,thenbackattheducks.
"Myarmsache.Wouldyoumindtyingmyhandsinfrontofmeforachange?"
Ididn’twanttospoilthemood,astheysay,Icouldn’tseeanyharm,assoonasIhadthecordsoffherhands(Iwasallreadyfortrouble)sheturnedandheldherhandsoutinfrontformetotie,whichIdid.Thensheshockedme.Shewentuptothefireplacewherethewildduckwere,therewerethreehungup,thirty-bobeachandbeforeyoucouldsayJackKnifeshehadthemoffthehookandbangcrashonthehearth.Insmithereens.
Thankyouverymuch,Isaid,verysarcastic.
"Ahouseasoldasthishasasoul.Andyoucan’tdothingslikethattobeautifulthingslikethisold,oldroomsomanypeoplehavelivedin.Can’tyoufeelthat?"
Ihaven’tanyexperienceinfurnishing,Isaid.
Shejustgavemeafunnylookandwentpastmeintotheroomopposite,whatIcalledthedining-room,thoughthefurniturepeoplecalleditthedual-purposeroom,itwashalffittedoutformetoworkin.Thereweremythreecabinets,whichshesawatonce.
"Aren’tyougoingtoshowmemyfellow-victims?"