He went to the table , took up a thick dusty book , opened it and took from between the pages a little water - colour portrait on ivory . It was the portrait of his landlady ’ s daughter , who had died of fever , that strange girl who had wanted to be a nun .
Он подошел к столу, взял толстую пыльную книгу, развернул ее и вынул между страниц маленький портретик акварелью на слоновой кости. Это был портрет хозяйской дочери, умершей от лихорадки, той странной девушки, которая хотела стать монахиней.
