Английский язык с Шерлоком Холмсом. Первый сборник рассказов (ASCII-IPA)

"Well, then, of course, I saw it all (понял все), and I ran off (помчался) as hard as my feet would carry me (так сильно, как мои ноги несли бы меня = со всех ног) to this man Breckinridge; but he had sold the lot at once (продал все сразу), and not one word would he tell me (ни одного слова не сказал /бы/ мне) as to where they had gone (о том, куда они ушли = кому). You heard him yourselves tonight (вы слышали его сами сегодня вечером). Well, he has always answered me like that (но он всегда отвечал мне таким образом). My sister thinks that I am going mad (я схожу с ума). Sometimes (иногда) I think that I am myself (я и сам думаю, что я сумасшедший). And now — and now I am myself a branded thief (презренный: «клейменный» вор), without ever having touched the wealth (и даже никогда не касался богатства) for which I sold my character (ради которого продал свою репутацию). God help me (да поможет мне Господь)! God help me!" He burst into convulsive sobbing (разразился судорожным рыданием), with his face buried in his hands (с лицом, зарытым/скрытым в руки = закрытым руками).

branded ['br&ndId], wealth [welT], convulsive [k@n'vVlsIv]

There was a long silence (стояла долгая тишина), broken only by his heavy breathing (нарушаемая лишь его тяжелым дыханием) and by the measured tapping (мерным постукиванием) of Sherlock Holmes's fingertips (кончиков пальцев) upon the edge of the table (по краю стола). Then my friend rose and threw open the door (поднялся и распахнул дверь).

silence ['saIl@ns], measured ['meZ@d], edge [edZ]

"Well, then, of course, I saw it all, and I ran off as hard as my feet would carry me to this man Breckinridge; but he had sold the lot at once, and not one word would he tell me as to where they had gone. You heard him yourselves tonight. Well, he has always answered me like that. My sister thinks that I am going mad. Sometimes I think that I am myself. And now — and now I am myself a branded thief, without ever having touched the wealth for which I sold my character. God help me! God help me!" He burst into convulsive sobbing, with his face buried in his hands.

There was a long silence, broken only by his heavy breathing and by the measured tapping of Sherlock Holmes's fingertips upon the edge of the table. Then my friend rose and threw open the door.

"Get out (убирайтесь)!" said he.

"What, sir! Oh, Heaven bless you (о, да благословит вас небо)!"

"No more words (ни слова /больше/). Get out!"

And no more words were needed (слов и не потребовалoсь). There was a rush (спешка), a clatter upon the stairs (грохот на лестнице), the bang of a door (хлопанье двери), and the crisp rattle of running footfalls from the street (четкий топот бегущих шагов /послышался/ с улицы).

clatter ['kl&t@], bang [b&N], footfalls ['futfO:lz]

"Get out!" said he.

"What, sir! Oh, Heaven bless you!"

"No more words. Get out!"

And no more words were needed. There was a rush, a clatter upon the stairs, the bang of a door, and the crisp rattle of running footfalls from the street.