Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Getout,bothofyou," croakedUncleVernon, stuffingtheletterbackinsideitsenvelope. 

           Harrydidn’tmove. 

           "IWANTMYLETTER!"heshouted. 

           "Letmeseeit!"demandedDudley. 

           "OUT!"roaredUncleVernon, andhetookbothHarryandDudleybythescruffsoftheirnecksandthrewthemintothehall, slammingthekitchendoorbehindthem. HarryandDudleypromptlyhadafuriousbutsilentfightoverwhowouldlistenatthekeyhole; Dudleywon,soHarry,hisglassesdanglingfromoneear,layflatonhisstomach tolistenatthecrackbetweendoorandfloor. 

           "Vernon,"AuntPetuniawassayinginaquiveringvoice, "lookattheaddress—howcouldtheypossiblyknowwherehesleeps? Youdon’tthinkthey’rewatchingthehouse?" 

           "Watching—spying—mightbefollowingus," mutteredUncleVernonwildly. 

           "Butwhatshouldwedo,Vernon? Shouldwewriteback? Tellthemwedon’twant—" 

           HarrycouldseeUncleVernon’sshinyblackshoes pacingupanddownthekitchen. 

           "No,"hesaidfinally. "No,we’llignoreit. Iftheydon’tgetananswer... Yes,that’sbest... wewon’tdoanything..." 

           "But—"