Make up a gist of the story.

MAGICIAN

S. MAUGHAM

Chapter 1.

Arthur Burdon and Dr. Porhoet walked in silence. Arthur had just arrived in Paris. He was a surgeon at St Luke's hospital, and had come to study the methods of the French doctors; but the real object of his visit to Paris was certainly to see Margaret Dauncey.

He looked upon himself as a happy man. He loved Margaret with all his heart and he was sure of her affection for him. It was impossible that anything could disturb the pleasant life they had planned together.

"We're going to fix the date of our marriage now," Arthur remarked to Dr. Porhoet. "I'm buying furniture already."

"I think only English people could behave as oddly as you in postponing your marriage without any reason for two years," replied the doctor.

"You see, Margaret was ten when I first saw her, and only seventeen when I asked her to marry me. She seemed hardly ready for marriage. She was still growing. We loved each other and we had a long time before us. We could wait."

At that moment a man walked past them, a big stout fellow, dressed in a bright check suit. He gravely took off his hat and greeted Dr. Porhoet. The doctor smiled and returned the salutation.

"Who is your fat friend?" asked Arthur.

"He is an Englishman too. His name is Oliver Haddo."

"An artist?" asked Arthur in the scornful tone in which he spoke of those whose work was not so practical as his own.

"Not exactly. I met him some time ago by chance. When I was collecting the material for my little book on the old alchemists I read a great deal in the library of the "Arsenal", which as you may know is rich in works dealing with the occult sciences. One day I was studying some question on which it seemed impossible to find any authorities. The librarian could not help me, and I wanted to give up the search, when this person brought me the book I needed. I was very grateful to the stranger. We left together that afternoon, and our common studies gave a theme of conversation. I found that his knowledge was extraordinary wide, and he was able to give me information about works I had never even heard of."

"And what is he by profession?"

Doctor Porhoet smiled. "You know, Paris is full of odd people. It is the home for every kind of eccentricity. It seems incredible, but my friend Oliver Haddo says he is a magician. I think he is quite serious."

"Silly ass," answered Arthur scornfully.

 

Chapter 2.

Margaret Dauncey lived in an art studio near the Boulevard Montparnasse with Susie Boyd. That afternoon Arthur was coming to see them. The young women were expecting him. Susie was looking forward to the meeting with interest. She had heard a great deal about the young man, and knew about his romance with Margaret. For years Susie had led the monotonous life of a teacher in a school for young ladies, and when Margaret who had been her pupil, told her of her intention to spend a couple of years in Paris to study art, Susie willingly agreed to accompany her. She had a great affection for Margaret and with almost maternal pride watched how each year added new charm to her extraordinary beauty. She was proud to think that she would hand over to Arthur Burdon a woman whose character she had helped to form.

Susie knew, partly from fragments of letters which Margaret read to her, partly from her conversation, how passionately he adored his bride, and she saw that Margaret loved him too. The story of their love was very romantic. Margaret was the daughter of a lawyer with whom Arthur had been friendly, and when he died, many years after his wife, Arthur became the girl's guardian. He tried to give her everything she could possibly want, and when at 17 she told him of her wish to go to Paris and learn drawing, he agreed at once. The preparations for the journey were made when Margaret discovered by chance that her father had died penniless and she had lived ever since at Arthur's expense. When she went to see him with tears in her eyes and told him what she knew, Arthur was very embarrassed.

"But why did you do it?" she asked him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to feel any obligation to me, and I wanted you to feel quite free,"

She cried. She could not stop her tears.

"Don’t be silly," he laughed, "You owe me nothing, I've done very little for you, and what I have done gave me a great deal of pleasure."

"I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"Oh, don't say that,” he cried out "It makes it much more difficult for me to say what I want to."

She looked at him quickly and reddened.

"1 would do anything in the world for you," she said.

" Idon't want you to be grateful to me, because I hoped... I'd be able to ask you to marry me some day..."

Margaret laughed as she held out her hands.

"You must know that I've been wanting you to say that since I was ten."

She was quite willing to give up her idea of Paris and be married immediately, but Arthur had made up his mind they could not marry till she was nineteen. He asked her not to change her plans and to go to Paris, but suggested that she should not live alone; because of that she went to live with Susie.

Susie Boyd was thirty, but she looked older. She was not pretty, but her face was so kind, her sense of humour so attractive, that no one after ten minutes thought of her ugliness. Her taste was so good, her talent for dressing so remarkable, that she was able to make the most of herself. It was due to her influence that Margaret was dressed always in the latest fashion.

There was a knock at the door, and Arthur came in.

“This is the fairy prince," said Margaret, leading him to her friend.

“I’m glad to see you to thank you for all you've done for Margaret," he smiled, taking Susie's hand.

While Margaret was preparing tea, his eyes followed her movements with a touching doglike devotion. Margaret felt that he was looking at her and turned round. Their eyes met and they stood some time gazing at each other silently.

"Don't be a pair of perfect idiots," exclaimed Susie gaily. “I’m dying for my tea.”

The lovers laughed and blushed. Margaret smiled with happy pride! For all her good nature, Susie could not help feeling a pang of jealousy for she was also capable of love, but no one had ever tried to find it. No one had ever whispered in her ear the charming nonsense that she read in books. She knew that she had no beauty to help her and she was not young any longer, but her instinct told her that she was made to be a good wife and the mother of children.

Her voice broke and she stopped in the middle of her happy chatter. She looked at Margaret and Arthur, but they were too preoccupied with each other to notice it.

"What fool I am!" thought Susie.

When Margaret had closed the door on him she turned to her friend.

"Well, what do you think of him?" she asked, smiling.

"You can't expect me to form a definite opinion of a man I've seen only for so short a time.”

"Nonsense!" said Margaret.

Susie hesitated for a moment.

"You know, before I'd seen him I hoped with all my heart that he would make you happy. I was afraid. I knew he was much older than you. He was the first man you'd ever met. But now, when I saw him, I hope with all my heart that you'd make him happy, it's not you I'm frightened for now, but him."

Margaret did not answer; she could not understand what Susie meant.

"I don't think you can realise how awfully he may suffer. Be very careful, Margaret, and be very good to him, for you can make him more unhappy than any human being can be."

"Oh, but I want him to be happy," cried Margaret. "I'll do all I can to make him happy.",

Her eyes filled with tears and her voice broke. Susie, with a little laugh that was half hysterical, kissed her.

"My dear, for Heaven's sake, don't cry. If he sees your eyes red, he'll never forgive me."

MAGICIAN

Ch. 1, 2

1.Pronounce the following proper names:

Arthur Burdon Dr.Porhoet

Paris St. Luke's

Margaret Dauncey OliverHaddo

Susie Boyd Scene

2.Memorize the following:

with all his heart

affection for smb.

to be sure of...

to fix the date

by chance

to be rich in...

authorities

to be grateful to smb. for smth.

stranger

by profession

with interest

a couple (of)

to hand over

partly

romance

guardian

at once

at smb's expense

obligation

to owe smb. smth.

some day

(not) to change one's plans

a knock at the door

doglike devotion

a pang of jealousy

to hesitate

for a moment

to make smb. happy

3.Give synonyms:

in silence; to arrive (in/at), to postpone; a great deal; to deal (with); to make up one's mind; due (to), gaze; chatter, for Heaven's sake!; odd, stout, chance, to blush; at once.

4.Give antonyms:

to take off; real; affection, not exactly; with interest, stout; knowledge, wide; silly; beauty, free; difficult, younger; careful.

5.Study the pattern: Library-librarian.

Give the English for "музыкант"; "техник"; "электрик"; "педиатр"; "историк".

6. Study the pattern:

USE (польза) + LESS (-бес) -= USELESS (бесполезный)

Translate: painless; homeless; penniless; moneyless; friendless; tearless; cloudless, careless; fruitless; aimless.

7. Analyze the structure:

guardian; scornfully; incredible; passionately.

8.What can be: extraordinary?; monotonous?, scornful?

9.Memorize the verbs below:

They require either nouns or gerunds;

to postpone; give up; look forward to; give up the idea (of); cannot help + NOUN / GERUND

Give a couple of illustrative examples.

10. Translate into Ukrainian;

1. She seemed hardly ready for marriage.

2.I can hardly recognize him, he's changed greatly.

3.Hardly had he taken his seat, when the lights went out.

4.She hardly ever speaks Ukrainian in class.

5.They hardly ever go out in the evening.

11.Tell what you want badly at the moment; using the expression "I'm dying for..."

12. Complete the following sentences from the text:

1. He was a surgeon at St. Luke's hospital...

2. At that moment a man walked past them...

3. Susie had led the monotonous life of a teacher...

4. She had a great affection for Margaret...

5. I didn't want you to feel any obligation...

6. She was quite willing to give up her idea of Paris...

7. While Margaret was preparing tea...

8. For all her good nature...

9. But now, when I saw him,...

10. Be very careful, Margaret,...

l3.Find in the text the sentences:

a) proving that Arthur adored his bride;

b) proving that Margaret loved Arthur dearly;

c) telling in what way Oliver Haddo helped Dr. Porhoet;

d) explaining Arthur's reasons for postponing the marriage,

e) telling how Susie Boyd found herself in Paris;

f) describing Susie's attitude to Margaret.

l4.Provide more details to expand the narration:

1. I met him some time ago by chance.

2. The story of their love was very romantic.

3. Susie could not help feeling a pang of jealousy.

15 a) Describe the characters of the story.

b) Describe Arthur and Margarets love story.

c) Tell about Susie Boyd's appearance and character.

Chapter 3.

The Chien Noir where Susie Boyd and Margaret usually dined was the most charming restaurant in the quarter. The room was full when Arthur Burden entered, but Margaret had kept him an empty seat between herself and Miss Boyd. Everyone was speaking at once, and a furious argument was going onabout the post-Impressionists.

Susie Boyd had just described everyone to Arthur when the door was flung open, and a large person entered. He threw off his cloak with a dramatic gesture.

"Here's somebody I don't know," said Susie.

"But I do. I saw him once," answered Burden. He leaned over to Dr. Porhoet, who was sitting opposite quietly eating his dinner. "Isn't it your magician?"

"Oliver Haddo," said Dr. Porhoet with amazement.

The newcomer stood at the end of the room with all eyes upon him. He was a very tall and very fat man. He was not old, though his obesity added to his apparent age. His features were good, his mouth large with heavy bright red lips. He had the look of a very wicked, sensual priest. Dr. Porhoet introduced him to Arthur, Susie and Margaret. He raised his eyes to her slowly, and she looked away, blushing as though she had been caught doing something unseemly. The eyes were the most unusual thing about him.They were not large, but very pale blue and they looked at you in a way that made you feel extremely uncomfortable. Their gaze remained parallel, not converging. It gave the impression that he was looking straight through you. Another strange thing about him was the impossibility of telling whether he was serious. There was a mockery in that odd glance, a sardonic smile upon the mouth, which made you hesitate how to take his shocking words.

His presence caused an odd atmosphere. One by one all the visitors of the restaurant got up and left. Haddo stopped an American sculptor.

"You have modelled lions at the Jardin des Plantes, my dear Clayton. Have you ever hunted them in Africa?"

"No, I haven't."

"Then you don't know how they really look. Then you have not seen the jackal, gnawing at a dead antelope, run away in terror when the King of Beasts come down to make his meal.

Clayton slammed the door behind him. Haddo was left with Margaret, Arthur Burdon, Dr. Porhoet and Susie. He smiled quietly.

"By the way, are you a lion-hunter?" asked Susie. He turned to her.

"I have shot more lions than any man alive. No one can compare with me."

This statement, made with the greatest calm, caused a moment of silence. Margaret stared at him with amazement.

"You suffer from no false modesty." said Arthur.

"False modesty is a sign of ill-breeding, from which my birth fully protects me."

Dr. Porhoet looked at him with a smile of irony.

"I hope Mr. Haddo will use this opportunity to disclose to us the mystery of his birth and family. I have a suspicion that, like the immortal Cagliostro, he was born of unknown but noble parents, and educated secretly in Eastern palaces."

"My family has married into the most noble people in England and they were proud to give their daughters to my house."

"And the Eastern palaces in which your youth was spent, and the black slaves who served you, and the bearded sheikhs who taught you the secrets of black magic?" cried Dr. Porhoet.

“I was educated at Eton and I left Oxford in 1896."

"Those are facts which must be verified," said Arthur coldly.

Oliver's face turned red with anger. His strange blue eyes grew cold with hatred. Susie feared that he would make such an insulting reply that it would lead to quarrel.

"Well, if we really want to go to the fair we must set off," she said quickly.

They got up and went down the stairs and out into the street.

Chapter 4.

They walked down to the noisy, narrow street which led to the Boulevard Montparnasse. The fair to which they were going was held not more than a mile away, and Arthur took a cab. Susie noticed that Haddo, who was waiting for them to set off, put his hand on the horse's neck. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, the animal began to tremble. The trembling passed through its body and down its limbs till it shook from head to foot. The animal seemed to be suffering not so much from pain, as from an extraordinary fear.

“Take your hand away, Mr. Haddo," said Susie sharply.

He smiled and did as she told him. At the same moment the trembling began to decrease, and in a moment the poor animal was in its normal state.

"I wonder what the devil was the matter with it,” said Arthur.

Oliver Haddo looked at him with his blue eyes that seemed to see right through people; and then, lifting his hat, walked away. Susie turned to Dr. Porhoet.

"Do you think he could have made the horse tremble?"

"Nonsense!" said Arthur.

"It occurred to me that he was playing some trick," said Dr. Porhoet, "An odd thing happened once when he came to see me. I have two Persian cats, which are usually very quiet and well-behaved. They spend their days in front of my fire, meditating on the problems of metaphysics. But as soon as he came in they jumped, and their fur stood right on end. Then they began to run madly round the room, as though the victims of uncontrollable terror. I opened the door and they rushed out. I have never been able to understand what happened."

Margaret shuddered.

"I've never met a man who filled me with such antipathy, " she said. "I don't know what there is about him that excites in me a sort of horror. I hope I shall never see him again."

And as for me," answered Susie, "I would like to know more about him, because he interests me very much. Just think what a privilege it is to meet a man in the twentieth century who honestly believes in occultism."

"Since I have been occupied with these matters, I have met strange people," said Dr. Porhoet quietly, "but I agree with Miss Boyd that Oliver Haddo is the most extraordinary. It is difficult to understand him. Аll І know is that he has traveled much and knows many languages. He has a wide knowledge of the literature of alchemy, and there is no book I have heard of, dealing with the black arts, which he does not know. My friend Arthur won't agree with me, but I must confess that it would not surprise me to learn that he possesses powers by which he is able to do things that seem miraculous."

Arthur did not answer as they arrived at the fair.

It was in full swing. The noise was deafening. Popular tunes were heard and merry-go-rounds were turning everywhere. The English party with Dr. Porhoet had just entered when they saw Oliver Haddo. He was indifferent to the fact that they did not want his company. He attracted attention, for his appearance and his manners were eccentric, and Susie noticed that he was pleased to see people point him out to one another.

They walked on and suddenly came to a canvas tent on which was a picture of an Arab charming snakes, and some words in Arabic. "I'll buy tickets for you all," said Haddo.

They went inside and found themselves in a dirty tent, ill-lit by two lamps; a dozen stools were placed in a circle on the ground. The snake-charmer addressed them in bad English.

"My name Mohammed," he said. "Me show snakes. Wait and see. Snakes very venomous."

He was dressed in a long gabardine coat and its colour could hardly be seen for dirt. On his head was the national turban. From a bag that lay at one side of the tent the Arab drew a long, wriggling serpent. He placed it on the ground and waited a moment. Then he passed his hand over it; it became immediately stiff as a stick. Except that its eyes, the malignant eyes, were still open, there was no life in it. Then the Arab took a reedpipe and began to play a monotonous tune. The stiffness went away from the snake suddenly, it lifted its head and raised its long body till it stood almost on the tip of its tail. Then it began swaying slowly. Margaret drew back in terror.

"You need not be frightened," said Arthur. "These people work only with animals whose fangs have been extracted."

Haddo looked at him before answering.

“This man is a snake-charmer because he is immune against the fangs of the most venomous snakes." he said.

"I don't think so." said Arthur. "I'd like to have a proof that these serpents are venomous."

Oliver turned to the charmer and spoke to him in Arabic. Then he answered Arthur

'This man has a horned serpent which is the most dangerous of all Egyptian snakes."

"What are you going to do?" asked Susie. Oliver Haddo smiled and did not answer. He stepped forward to the centre of the tent and fell on his knees. He uttered some Arabic words, which Dr. Porhoet translated to the others.

A shudder went through the bag, and in a moment a head appeared. It was a cobra of light gray colour, and over each eye was a horn.

Haddo seized the snake and opened its mouth, immediately the reptile's teeth went deep into his hand. Arthur watched him for signs of pain, but he did not notice any. Haddo repeated a sentence in Arabic and the serpent fell to the ground. The blood flowed from Haddo's hand. Haddo spat upon the bleeding place three times, muttering words they could not hear. The bleeding stopped. He held out his hand for Arthur to look at.

Burdon was astonished, but he would not admit that there was anything strange in stopping the blood.

"You haven't yet shown that the snake was venomous."

"I have not finished yet," smiled Haddo. He spoke again to the Egyptian who rose to his feet and from a box took a white rabbit. Haddo put it in front of the horned snake. Before anyone could move, the snake came forward and struck the rabbit. The poor little animal gave a scream, a shudder went through it, and it fell dead. Margaret sprang up with a cry. "Oh, how cruel! How cruel!"

"Are you convinced now?" asked Haddo turning to Arthur.

"I am convinced that you are a charlatan," said Arthur sharply. Haddo did not answer. A strange smile spread over his face, a smile that was even more terrifying than a grimace of rage. Susie wanted to cry out but she could not utter a sound. The smile passed away, and the face became once more passive.

The two women hurried to the doorway. They were frightened and disgusted. Oliver Haddo was left alone with the snake-charmer.

MAGICIAN

Ch. 3, 4

1. Memorize the following:

with amazement

to take smb's words

shocking words

one by one

false modesty

to turn red with anger

his eyes grew cold with hatred

set off

to hold a fair

for no apparent reason

extraordinary fear

to marry into a rich family

to cause

to slam the door

a moment of silence

to play a trick

right on end

to utter (words, sounds,..}

to be convinced

passive face

terrifying

2.Find synonyms to:

Strange (3); look (2); tremble (2), venomous; serpent; malignant; to lift; to seize; fear, to be surprised.

3.Find antonyms to:

To decrease; well-bred; ill-lit

Chapter 5.

Susie could not get out of her mind the smile on Haddo's face that followed the first passionate look of deadly hatred. Her fantasy suggested various dark means by which Oliver Haddo might take revenge on his enemy, and she tried to warn Arthur. But he only laughed.

"What on earth do you suppose he can do? If he kills me he'll be hanged, and he won't be such a fool as to risk his head."

Margaret was glad that after the incident Oliver had not appeared in their company. She began to discuss with Arthur the date of their wedding. She was filled with delight at the thought of the happiness she would give him.

A day or two later Susie received a telegram, it ran as follows: Please meet me at the Care du Nord. 2:40. Nancy Clerk.

It was аn old friend of hers, who was apparently arriving in Paris that afternoon. She had not seen Nancy for such a long time that it surprised her to receive this urgent message.

"I don't want to go," said Susie, "but I suppose I must meet her."

Margaret had a class that afternoon and after it she went home alone. As she walked through the courtyard she started nervously, for Oliver Haddo passed slowly by. He did not seem to see her. Suddenly he stopped, put his hand to his heart and fell to the ground. Margaret had to go up to him. Her heart beat violently. She looked down at Oliver, and he seemed to be dead. She forgot that she hated him. Instinctively she knelt down by his side and took his hand. He opened his eyes.

"For God's sake, take me for one moment into the studio." he whispered. "I shall die in the street."

She could not refuse him. With the help of some people she raised him to his feet, and together they brought him to the studio. He sank heavily into an armchair. "Shall I bring you some water?" asked Margaret.

"I'm very sorry to cause you this trouble," he stammered. "I suffer from a disease of the heart, and sometimes I am very near death."

"I'm glad that I was able to help you," she said.

He seemed to be able to breathe more easily. She left him to himself for a while, so that he could regain his strength. She took up a book and began to read. Presently, without moving from his chair, he spoke.

"If you knew how lonely I was and how unhappy, you would have a little mercy.”

His voice was strangely sincere.

"You think me a charlatan because I can do things that are unknown to you. You look upon me with disgust and scorn. You don't give me a chance to explain everything to you."

"It can make no difference to you how I look upon you," she whispered.

She did not know why his soft, low voice produced such a mysterious effect on her. Her pulse began to beat more quickly.

"It makes all the difference in the world. It is horrible to think of your contempt. You turn your eyes away from me as though I were unclean."

She turned her chair a little and looked at him. She was amazed at the change in his appearance. His eyes had a new expression; they were so tender now, and they were full of tears. Margaret had never seen so much unhappiness on a man's face, and she felt sorry for him.

"I don't want to be unkind to you," she said. "But let us talk about something else." For a moment he kept silence. He was looking at a copy of "La Gioconda" which hung on the wall. Suddenly, he began to speak. He spoke of Leonardo da Vinci, mixing his own fantasies with the words of different essays on art, which, so wonderful was his memory, he seemed to know by heart. His voice, low and musical, intoxicated Margaret with its beauty. She was horribly fascinated by his imagination and responded to his words like a delicate instrument on which he could play any tune he wanted. At last he stopped. His eyes were fixed upon hers. She neither moved nor spoke. She seemed to be under a spell.

"I want to do something for you in return for what you have done for me," he said.

He stood up and went to the piano. Margaret was not surprised that he played wonderfully. Yet it was almost incredible that those fat, large hands had such a tenderness of touch. He seemed to put into the notes all his passion, and the instrument had the tremulous emotion of a human being. It was strange and terrifying.

 

Chapter 6.

Oliver Haddo stopped playing. Neither of them moved. At last Margaret regained her self-control.

"I begin to think you really are a magician," she said softly.

"I could show you strange things, if you wanted to see them," he answered again, raising his eyes to hers.

"I don't think you will ever make me believe in occult philosophy," she laughed.

His voice grew very low, and it was so seductive that Margaret's head reeled.

"Believe me, that for this art nothing is impossible. It commands the elements of the earth and knows the language of the stars. Heaven and Hell are in its province, and all forms, beautiful and ugly; love and hate, life and death are in the power of him who knows its secrets..."

Margaret could not hear what he said. A gradual lethargy seized her, and she had not even the strength to wish to free herself. She seemed bound to him already by mysterious chains.

"If you have powers, show them," she whispered.

(Haddo gave Margaret some magic powder to breathe in and took her to the wonderful and terrifying world of his fantasies. She took part in some festival of hideous lust, and the wickedness of the world was patent to her eyes. Then the spell was dispelled and she realized that she was sitting in the studio and that Haddo stood by her side. Shame overcame her. She hid her face in her hands and burst into tears.)

"Go away," she said. "For God's sake, go."

He looked at her for a moment and a strange smile came to his lips.

"When you want me you will find me in the Rue de Vaugiraud, number 209” he said. “I’ll write it down for you."

He wrote the address on a sheet of paper that he found on the table.

She did not answer. She sobbed as though her heart would break. Suddenly, she realized that Haddo was gone. She had not heard him open the door or close it. She fell on her knees and prayed desperately, as though some terrible danger threatened her.

But when she heard Susie's key in the door, Margaret sprang to her feet. She was afraid that Susie would see her agitation, but Susie was too much annoyed to notice it.

"Nancy has not come," she said irritably. "I can't understand it. I waited till the train came in, but there was no sign of her, I walked about the station for half an hour."

She went to the table, on which had been left the telegram and read it again. She gave a little cry of surprise.

"How silly of me! I had not noticed the postmark. It was sent from Paris. I wonder if someone has played a silly practical joke on me. If I were a suspicious woman," she smiled, "I should think you had sent it yourself to get me out of the way."

The idea occurred to Margaret, that Oliver Haddo was the author of the note. He might have seen Nancy's name on the photograph in Susie's bag. She had no time to think as there was a knock at the door. Margaret, her nerves shattered, gave a cry of terror. She feared that Haddo had returned. But it was Arthur Burdon. She greeted him with passion that was unusual for her, because by nature she was a woman of great self-possession. They began to speak of trivial things. Margaret tried to take part in the conversation, but her voice sounded unnatural. Soon she could control herself no longer and burst into tears.

"Oh, take care of me, Arthur. I'm so afraid that some awful thing will happen to me. Why can't we be married at once? I can't feel safe till I’m your wife."

Arthur comforted her very gently. After all they were to be married in a few weeks. The day had been fixed by her. She listened silently to his words. He was right and she did not know how she could convince him.

"If anything happens to me," she answered, "you will be to blame."

"I promise you that nothing will happen."

 

MAGICIAN

Ch. 5, 6

1. Memorize the following:

to get smth out of one’s mind	to be filled with delight
look of deadly hatred	(sorrow, disgust, hatred...)
revenge on smb.	to kneel down
at the thought of	by my (his...) side
to go(come) up to smb.	give me a chance
For God's sake!	mysterious
to cause (smb.) trouble	to produce an effect
for a while	to keep silence (silent)
to regain one's strength	to be fascinated by...
it makes no difference	a human being
it makes all the difference in the world	self-control
elements of the earth	seductive
desperately	the spell
to threaten	to sob
to be annoyed (with)	there was no sign of her
to play a joke on smb.	a cry of surprise (joy, fear)
to get smb. out of the way	a knock at the door
by nature	to take part in smth.
self-possession	to take care of smb.
to pass by	urgent message

2.Find antonyms to the following:

to refuse; unhappy; delicate; strange; to stop; beautiful; love; life; strength; free, to find; to breathe in; wickedness.

3.Find synonyms:

to raise; for a while; to speak; sincere; scorn; chance; apparently, to begin; to reel; horrible; to sob; to realize; to fear.

4. Find in the text the words, characterizing such states of a person: joy, excitement, anger; annoyance; calmness; horror,

Translate into Ukrainian

1. He didn't seem to see her.

2. He seemed to be dead.

З. Не seemed to be able to breathe more easily.

4. He seemed to know them by heart.

5. She seemed to be under a spell.

6. He seemed to put into the notes all his passion

6. Analyze the grammar structure:

1. If you knew how lonely I was and how unhappy, you would have a little mercy.

2. She had not heard him open the door or close it.

3. If I were a suspicious woman... I should think you had sent it yourself to get me out of the way.

4. He might have seen Nancy's name on the photograph in Susie's bag.

5. After all, they were to be married in a few weeks.

6.1 can't feel safe till I'm your wife.

7. Complete the sentences:

1. Susie couldn't get out of her mind...

2. With the help of some people she raised him...

3. She didn't know why his soft low voice..

4. His eyes had a new expression;..

5. I want to do something for you in return...

6. A gradual lethargy seized her...

7. Margaret tried to take part inthe conversation...

8. Find the context for:

regain his strength; the elements of the earth; bound to him by mysterious chains; sprang to her feet; too much annoyed to notice it; a silly practical joke; a woman of great self- possession.

9. Which statements are false? Correct them:

1. Margaret was sorry that after the incident Oliver hadn't appeared in their company. She wanted Arthur to postpone the date of their wedding, because she didn't feel like marrying him.

2. Margaret had a class that afternoon. When she looked through the window of the studio, she noticed O. Haddo who was smiling at her, looking very healthy and gay

3. Oliver breathed more easily now. Margaret left him to himself for a while and began to read a book.

4. Margaret was amazed at the change in his appearance. His eyes were cold and wicked, and full of scorn. Margaret had never seen such sinister faces, so she felt scared.

5. Margaret had a suspicion that it was Haddo who had sent a telegram to Susie to get her out of the way.

6. There was a knock at the door. Margaret gave a cry of delight. She hoped that Haddo had returned.

7. Arthur and Margaret were to be married in a few months. Susie fixed the date of their wedding.

10. Answer the questions:

1.What telegram did Susie receive one day?

2. What happened when Margaret was going home after a class?

3. Why was Margaret fascinated when Oliver Haddo spoke of Leonardo da Vinci?

4. How well did Oliver Haddo play the piano?

5. Why was Susie so much annoyed when she came back home?

Chapter 7.

Margaret slept badly, and next day she was unable to work as usual. She was sure that Haddo's sudden illness was a trick by which he wanted to get into the studio. And there he had taken advantage of her pity in order to use his hypnotic power. But no matter how she tried, she could not get the man out of her thoughts. Work could not distract her, and between her and all the actions of everyday life stood Oliver Haddo. Although she repeated to herself that she wanted never to see him again, Margaret could hardly resist an overwhelming desire to go to him. Her will had been taken from her, and she was an automaton. He had given her that address because he knew she would use it. She did not know why she wanted to go to him; she had nothing to say to him; she knew only that it was necessary to go.

Instead of going to the class, which was held at six in the evening, she hurried to the address that Oliver Haddo had given her. She walked along the crowded street stealthily, as though afraid that someone would see her, and her heart was beating violently. She ran up the stairs and knocked at the door. In a moment Oliver Haddo stood before her. He did not seem astonished that she was there.

"I've been waiting for you." he said.

"You knew I should come."

"I knew."

"What have I done to you that you make me so unhappy? I want you to leave me alone."

"I shall not prevent you from going out if you want to go. The door is open."

Her heart beat quickly and she remained silent. She knew that she did not want to go. There was something that drew her strangely to him, and she could not resist.

He began to talk with that low voice of his that thrilled her with a curious magic. He told her of strange Eastern palaces, of the moonlight nights of the desert, of the sunsets with their splendour and of the crowded streets at noon. The beauty of the East rose before her, and life itself seemed open to her, a life of freedom, a life of supernatural knowledge. She shuddered at the comparison between the dull life which awaited her as Arthur's wife and this bright, full existence. But it was possible for her also to enjoy the wonders of the world. She felt a sudden desire for adventures. As though fire passed through her, she sprang to her feet and stood with flashing eyes bright with multi-coloured pictures that his magic presented.

Oliver Haddo stood too, and they faced one another. Then with a quick movement he took her in his arms and kissed her lips.

She looked at him. "I think I love you," she said, hoarsely.

"Now you must go," he said.

He opened the door, and, without another word, she went.

Then Margaret felt every day that uncontrollable desire to go to him. There was always that violent hunger of the soul which called her to him, and the only happy hours she had were those spent in his company. She could not now imagine her life apart from his. Sometimes, suffering agonies of remorse, she would lie in bed at night and think with shame of the way she was using Arthur. But things had gone too far now, and she could not change them.

At last Haddo thought the time came for the final step.

"It may interest you to know that I'm leaving Paris on Thursday ," he said one afternoon.

She jumped to her feet and stared at him in astonishment.

"But what will become of me?"

"You will marry the excellent Mr. Burdon."

"You know I cannot live without you. How can you be so cruel?"

"Then the only alternative is that you should marry me."

She sank helplessly into her chair. Because she had refused to think of the future, it had never occurred to her that the time must come when it would be necessary to leave Haddo or to join her life with his for ever. It would be madness. Margaret realized that. Though a hateful passion bound her to this man, she loathed and feared him. She remembered Arthur's great love and all that he had done for her. She hated herself. She sprang up.

"Let me go from here! I wish I'd never seen you. I don't know what you've done with me."

He opened the door and stood at the threshold, with a smile on his face. His eyes were hard and cruel.

"Go," he said.

She bent her head and гаn before him. To get home she passed through the gardens of Luxembourg, but her legs failed her and she sank upon a bench. The bell of Saint Sulpice church was ringing for a service. Margaret walked slowly to the church and sat down on a bench in a corner. She hoped that the music would rest her soul and she would be able to pray. The music was beautiful but it did not move her. For her the service had no meaning, and in those ceremonies she could find no comfort. She felt completely lost. "God has abandoned me," she repeated. ''God has abandoned me."

Next day, her eyes red with tears, she dragged herself to Haddo's door. When he opened it, she went in without a word. She sat down, and he watched her in silence.

"I am willing to marry you whenever you like," she said at last.

Haddo told her that they could be married early enough on the Thursday morning to catch a train for England. She left everything in his hands. "I'm desperately unhappy," she said dully.

.....

Wednesday happened to be Arthur's birthday, and he asked Margaret to dine with him alone. They had arranged to eat at a fashionable restaurant on the other side of the river, and soon after seven they met.

Margaret had never been in better spirits. The champagne went quickly to her head, and she talked charming nonsense. Arthur was very proud and very happy. They talked of all the things they would do when they were married. They talked of the places they must go to, of their home and of the beautiful things with which they would fill it. They returned at Margaret's house and she held out her hand to him smiling.

"Goodnight."

"It's dreadful to think that I must spend a dozen hours without seeing you. When may Icome tomorrow?"

"Not in the morning, because I shall be too busy. Come at twelve."

She remembered that her train started exactly at that hour. The door was opened, and with a little wave of the hand she disappeared.

Chapter 8.

Susie stared without comprehension at the note that announced Margaret's marriage. It was sent from the Gare du Nord and ran as follows:

When you receive this I shall be on my way to London. I was married to Oliver Haddo this morning. I love him as I never loved Arthur. I have not told him anything because I had gone too far to make an explanation possible. Please tell him.

Margaret.

Susie did not know what to do nor what to think. There was a knock at the door, and she knew it must be Arthur. She decided quickly that it was impossible to break the news to him at once. Making up her mind, she opened the door.

"...Oh, I'm so sorry. Margaret isn't here," she said. "A friend of hers is ill and sent for her suddenly."

"What a pity!" answered Arthur. "Mrs. Bloomfield as usual, I suppose. Margaret has spent nearly every afternoon with her for some days."..

Susie did not answer. This was the first time she had heard of Mrs. Bloomfield's illness, and it was news for her that Margaret visited her. "Won't you come back at five o'clock?" she said.

"Oh, all right. Then I'll come back at five."

He nodded and went out. Susie read the brief note once more, and asked herself if it could possibly be true. She went to Margaret's room and saw that everything was in its place. But then she noticed that a number of letters had disappeared. She went out. At the door it occurred to her to ask the conceirge if she knew where Margaret had gone that morning.

"Yes, mademoiselle," answered the old woman. "I heard her tell the coachman to go to the British Consulate."

Susie drove then to Mrs. Bloomfield and asked her about Margaret. "I've not seen Margaret for three weeks," said the invalid.

"Haven't you? I thought she dropped in quite often." Susie spoke as though the matter was of no importance. She asked herself where Margaret could have spent those afternoons. On leaving Mrs. Bloomfield she went to the Consulate and learnt that Margaret and Haddo had been married. Then nothing remained but to go home and wait for Arthur.

At last he came. He entered joyfully and looked around. "Is Margaret not here yet?" he asked with surprise.

"Won't you sit down?"

He did not notice that her voice was hoarse, nor that she tried not lo look at him. "Mr.Burdon, I have something to say to you. It will cause you very great pain."

He noticed now the hoarseness of her tone. He sprang to his feet and a terrible thought flashed across his brain. Something horrible had happened to Margaret. She was ill. His terror was so great that he trembled from head to foot. Susie tried to speak, but she could not. Her voice broke, and she began to cry. She gave him the letter.

"What does it mean?"

He looked at her without understanding. Then she told him all that she had learnt that day and the places where she had been.

Arthur sat down and leaned his head on his hands. They remained in perfect silence. Susie suffered as much as he did. Her impulse was to throw herself on her knees, and kiss his hands, and comfort him; but she knew that he was interested in her only because she was Margaret's friend. At last he got up and taking his pipe from his pocket filled it silently. His face expressed such suffering that it was terrible to look upon,

"I can't believe it's true," he answered. "I can't believe it."

There was a knock at the door, and Arthur rushed to the door.

"Perhaps she's come back,"

But it was Dr.Porhoet.

"How do you do?" said the Frenchman, "What's happening?"

He looked round and caught the dismay that was on the faces of Arthur and Susie.

"Where is Miss Margaret? I thought you must be giving a party. I received a telegram from Mr. Haddo this morning."

He took it from his pocket and handed it to Susie. She read it and passed it to Arthur. It said:

"Come to the studio at five. High jinks. Oliver Haddo."

"Margaret was married to Mr. Haddo this morning," said Arthur quietly. They have gone to England."

Susie quickly told the doctor the few facts they knew. He was as astonished and upset, as they.

"But what is the explanation of it all?" he asked.

Arthur shrugged his shoulders.

"She cared for Haddo more than she cared for me, I suppose."

A spasm of pain passed over his face as he remembered how tender she had been the night before. The thought of Margaret in that man's arms tortured him as though his flesh were torn with iron hooks.

"Perhaps it's not true. Perhaps she'll return," he cried out.

"Would you take her back if she came to you?" asked Susie.

"Do you think that anything she can do has the power to make me love her less? There must be reasons of which we know nothing that caused her to do all she has done. If I could only be sure that she would be happy. Her future terrifies me."

Porhoet got up and walked across the room.

"I wonder why Haddo sent me that telegram.," he said. "What can it mean?"

Susie turned to Arthur.

"Do you remember that day at the fair when you called him a charlatan? I warned you, I told you that he had made up his mind to avenge himself, but you laughed at me. You know why Haddo sent Dr. Porhoet here today? He was present at his humiliation and he wished him to be present at his triumph,"

"I think that Miss Boyd is right," murmured the doctor. "After all, he couldn't hurt you more. He knew that you wanted nothing in the world more than to make Margaret your wife, and he has not only prevented that, but he has married her himself. And he could only do it by poisoning her mind; he must have completely changed her personality.”

"Ah, I feel that," cried out Arthur. "If Margaret has broken her word to me, if she has gone to him, it's because it's not the Margaret I know. Some devil must have taken possession of her."

"Is it possible that Haddo cast some spell upon her that would make her unable to resist his will?" said Susie. "Perhaps he has powers we can hardly imagine."

For a while they remained silent. It was Dr.Porhoet who spoke at last.

"But even if there is some truth in Miss Boyd's suppositions, I don't see how it can

help you. You cannot do anything. Her letter shows that she has married Haddo of her own free will and does not want to be released from him."

What he said was obviously true, and no reply was possible.

'The only thing is to grin and to bear it," said Arthur, rising.

"Where are you going?” asked Susie.

"I think I’ll get away from Paris. Here everything will remind me of what I have lost. I must get back to my work. If Margaret writes to you, I should like you to tell her that I will never reproach her for what she has done, and I will always do everything that she wants."

When Susie was alone she began to sob broken-heartedly, not for herself, but because of Arthur.

MAGICIAN

Ch. 7, 8

Memorize the following

as usual

supernatural

to take advantage (of)

the wonders of the world

in order to

remorse

no matter how (when, why..)

to fail to get smb./smth. out of one's thoughts

to abandon

the letter ran as follows

to distract

to break the news

everyday life

the matter was of no importance

an overwhelming desire (for)

to cause pain (trouble...}

stealthily

for a while

leave me alone

to avenge oneself

to prevent smb. from (+ N/Ger.)

to take possession (of)

to resist

to cast spell (upon)

at noon

of her own free will

splendour

to remind smb. of...

2.Find synonyms to:

to abandon; apart from; for ever, drop in; to comfort; beautiful.

3.Analyze the structure:

supernatural; moonlight; sunset; multi-coloured; uncontrollable; madness; helplessly; joyfully, broken-heartedly.

4.Explain the meaning of:

1. A hateful passion bound her to this man.

2. She talked charming nonsense.

5. Analyze the grammar structure:

1. "I want you to leave me alone"

2. "I've been watting for you" he said. "You knew I should come".

3. "I shall not prevent you from going out if you want to go".

4. Wednesday happened to be Arthur's birthday.

5. "Yes, mademoiselle,... I heard her tell the coachman, to go to the British Consulate".

6. The thought of Margaret in that man's arms tortured him as though his flesh were torn with iron hooks.

7. "Would you take her back if she came to you?".

8. He must have completely changed her personality.

9. It was Dr. Porhoet who spoke at last.

6. Find the context for:

an overwhelming desire; to enjoy the wonders of the world; he trembled from head to foot; he had made up his mind to avenge himself, it's not the Margaret I know; of her own free will.

7. Expand on the following:

1. He began to talk with that low voice of his that thrilled her with a curious magic.

2. She felt completely lost. "God has abandoned me" she repeated.

8. Which statements are false? Correct them:

1. In spite of Haddo's hypnotic power, Margaret managed to get him out of her thoughts. She plunged into work and devoted her time to everyday duties.

2. Instead of going to her class Margaret went to see Oliver Haddo. She was calm and reserved. Oliver was astonished to see her.

3. Margaret dined with Arthur at a fashionable restaurant. She was excited and gay and talked to Arthur about their future marriage.

4. A note sent from the Gare du Nord announced that Margaret had been married to Oliver Haddo, though she didn't love him at all.

5. On receiving the note about Margaret's marriage Susie decided to show it to Arthur at once without trying to find out anything about Margaret.

9. Find in the text the proof of the following:

1. Oliver Haddo was a brilliant talker.

2. Margaret lost her willpower and was tormented with contradictory feelings.

3. Susie found it hard to break to Arthur the news of Margaret's marriage because apart from being a tactful and sympathetic person, she cared for Arthur.

10. Answer the questions:

1. What is meant by the words: "Her will had been taken from her"?

2. Speak of Arthur's reaction to Margaret's letter.

3. What proves that Arthur had a real affection for Margaret?

4. How can you explain Margaret's behaviour?

11. Give up a detailed written plan of ch. 7,8. Retell the text after the plan.

12. Speak on the following:

1. What kind of change took place in Margaret's personality and why? Give your reasons.

2. Could you forgive a boy/girl if he/she betrayed your love?

 

Chapter 9.

Susie felt it impossible to stay in the deserted studio any longer, and accepted a friend's invitation to spend the winter in Italy. Margaret had not written to her, and she could not make herself write to her. In Rome Susie had news of Haddo and his wife. They had spent some time there, and the little English circle was still talking of their eccentricities. Haddo had excited attention by the extravagance of his costume and manner, and Margaret by her beauty. She was seen in her box at the opera every night, and her diamonds were the envy of all women. But suddenly the pair had disappeared without saying a word to anybody. It was reported that they were now in Monte Carlo.

Susie had intended to pass the spring on the Riviera, but when she heard that the Haddos were there, she hesitated. She did not want to run the risk of seeing them, and yet she had a keen desire to find out exactly how things were going. At last curiosity won and she went to Monte Carlo. After two or three days she saw them at the tables, but they were so absorbed in their game that they did not notice her, Margaret was playing, but Haddo stood behind her and directed her movements. Susie was unable to recognize in her the girl who had been her friend. What struck her most was that there was in Margaret's expression an extraordinary likeness to Haddo's. In spite of her beauty, she had Oliver's evil look which suggested that she saw with his eyes.

They had won great sums that evening. Taking up the money, Haddo touched her on the shoulder, and she followed him.

Susie learned that Haddos had rooms at the most expensive of the hotels. They knew few English except those who had bad reputations, but seemed to prefer the society of those foreigners whose wealth and eccentricities made them the centre of that little world. Margaret moved among all those odd people with a cold mysteriousness that excited everybody's curiosity. Oliver's eccentric imagination invented whimsical festivities and orgies that were held in the dark sitting-room of the hotel. He wanted to revive the mystical ceremonies of old religions imitating those he had seen in Eastern palaces. Haddo was thought to be involved in occult stu­dies, and some said that he was occupied with the Magnum Opus, the greatest and most fantastic of alchemical experiments. It was also said that he was attempting to create living beings. He had explained to somebody that magical receipts existed for the manufacture of homunculi.

No one understood his true relations with his wife, and it was said that he was sometimes very cruel to her. Susie's heart sank when she heard this; but several times when she saw Margaret, she seemed in the highest spirits. Then the same thing that had happened in Rome happened here again; they suddenly disappeared.

…

Susie had not been to London for some time, and as the spring advanced she remembered that her friends had invited her. Though she would not confess it to herself, her desire to see Arthur was the strongest of her motives. She knew that he would never care for her, but she was glad to be his friend.

In London she wrote to Arthur, and he invited her to the opera. Susie was terrified at the change that had taken place in him. He looked ten years older, he had lost weight, and his hair was white. But what most struck her was the change of his expression. The look of pain which she had seen on his face that last evening in the studio was now become settled, so that it changed its countenance. He was more silent than ever, and when he spoke, it was a strange low voice that seemed to come from a long way off.

He seemed glad to see her and asked about her travels with interest. He told her of his work. Besides his duties at the two hospitals, his teaching and private practice, he gave lectures and was editing a journal on surgery.

"How on earth can you find time to do so much?" asked Susie.

"I can do with less sleep than I used," he answered. "It almost doubles my working day."

He stopped abruptly and looked down. His remark had given him away and showed his sufferings which he tried to conceal. They sat in silence. At last Susie said, "I was never able to give Margaret your message. She did not write to me."

A look of pain on his face seemed stronger, but he said nothing. "I saw her in Monte Carlo," said Susie. "I thought you would like to hear about her."

" Idon't see that it can do any good," he answered.

Susie made a little hopeless gesture. She didn't know what to say.

When the opera was over and they went out into the vestibule, they saw doctor Arbuthnot, whom Susie had met on the Riviera and who was a colleague of Arthur's at the hospital.

"The very people I wanted to see!" he cried out. "Now look here, do me a great favour. I'm giving a supper party at the Savoy, and you must come by all means. I'll introduce you to a man and his wife who will thrill you. They are so strange."

"I'm afraid I must get home," said Arthur. "I have a lot of work to do." But Susie looked at him with such an appeal that he forced himself to smile and accept the invitation. They agreed to meet at the Savoy.

When they arrived at the restaurant Arbuthnot came up to them and took their arms.

"Come along. We're waiting for you. I’ll introduce you to everybody, and then we'll go in to supper."

They walked down the steps to the foyer and he led them to a group of people. They found themselves face to face with Oliver Haddo and Margaret. Arbuthnot introduced them. He did not notice that Arthur had become deathly pale and that Margaret was petrified with astonishment. Haddo, smiling, stepped forward. He seemed to enjoy the situation.

"Mr. Burden is an old friend of ours," he said "In fact, it was he who introduced me to my wife."

He held out his hand, and Susie took it. She shook hands with Margaret. During the supper Haddo ate and drank with great appetite. He took as usual the whole conversation upon himself, and Susie had to admit that he was at his best.

Margaret was as beautiful as ever, but her dress was much too gorgeous. She talked and laughed as much as her husband; perhaps she was trying to show that she was happy. She had been drinking glass after glass of wine and told anecdotes together with Oliver Haddo. But if his were witty immoral, hers were simply indecent. Everybody laughed, but Arthur sat in stony silence. He felt horribly uncomfortable. He was ashamed. He did not dare to look at Margaret. Margaret seemed quite unconscious of the effect she had produced and went on talking and laughing.

At last the lights were put out, and Arthur's agony ended. Margaret shook hands with him quite lightly.

"You must come and see us one day. We've got rooms at the Carlton"

He bowed and did not answer.

Susie had gone to the dressing-room to get her cloak. She stood at the door when Margaret came out.

"Can we drop you anywhere?" asked Margaret. "You must come and see us when you have nothing better to do."

Susie looked back. Arthur was standing in front of them looking down at the ground in complete abstraction.

"Do you see him?" she asked in a low voice trembling with indignation. "That's what you have made him. Do you