Номер 6, страница 109 - гдз по английскому языку 11 класс (spotlight) учебник Афанасьева, Дули

Unit sixty.

Literature.

Exercise six.

Page one hundred nine.

White Fang.

Home. Go home. The master commanded when he had checked his injury.

White Fang didn't want to leave him.

The master thought of writing a note, but searched his pockets in vain for pencil and paper.

Again he commanded White Fang to go home.

He regarded him sadly, started away, then returned and whined softly.

The master talked to him gently, but seriously, and he cocked his ears and listened with painful attention.

Ah, that's all right, old fellow, you just run along home, ran the talk. Go on home and tell them what's happened to me.

Home with you, you wolf! Get along home!

White Fang knew the meaning of home, and though he did not understand the remainder of the master's language, he knew it was his will that he should go home.

He turned and trotted reluctantly away.

Then he stopped, undecided, and looked back over his shoulder.

Go home! came the sharp command, and this time he obeyed.

The family was on the porch, relaxing in the cool afternoon, when White Fang arrived.

He came up to them, panting, covered with dust.

Weeden's back! Weeden's mother announced.

The children welcomed White Fang with glad cries. White Fang! White Fang! And ran to meet him.

He avoided them and passed down the porch, but they cornered him against a rocking chair and the railing.

He growled and tried to push by them.

Their mother looked apprehensively in their direction.

I confess he makes me nervous around the children, she said. I have a fear that he will turn upon them unexpectedly someday.

Growling savagely, White Fang sprang out of the corner, overturning the boy and the girl.

The mother called them to her and comforted them, telling them not to bother White Fang.

A wolf is a wolf, commented Judge Scott. There is no trust in one.

But he is not all wolf, interposed Beth, standing up for her brother in his absence.

You have only Weeden's opinion for that, replied the judge. He only thinks that there is some breed of dog in White Fang. But as he will tell you himself, he knows nothing about it. As for his appearance,

He did not finish his sentence.

White Fang stood before him, growling fiercely.

Go away! Lie down, sir! Judge Scott commanded.

White Fang turned to the master's wife.

She screamed with fright as he seized her dress in his teeth and dragged on it till the fabric tore.

By this time, he had become the center of attention.

He had stopped his growling and stood, head up, looking into their faces.

His throat twitched, but made no sound, while he struggled with all his body, shaking with the effort to rid himself of the unspeakable something that struggled for expression.

I hope he is not going mad, said Weeden's mother.

I told Weeden that I was afraid the warm climate would not agree with an Arctic animal. He's trying to speak, I do believe, Beth announced.

At this moment, speech came to White Fang, rushing up in a great burst of barking.

Something has happened to Weeden, his wife said decisively.

They were all on their feet now, and White Fang ran down the steps, looking back for them to follow.

For the second and last time in his life, he had barked and made himself understood.