狄更斯的小说特点 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第28章Part 3

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第28章Part 3  

Florence's mind ran high on this theme
and had done for some days. Mr Carker
in the o visits with which he had followed up his first one
had assumed a confidence beeen himself and her - a right on his part to be mysterious and stealthy
in telling her that the ship was still unheard of - a kind of mildly restrained power and authority over her - that made her wonder
and caused her great uneasiness. She had no means of repelling it
or of freeing herself from the web he was gradually winding about her; for that would have required some art and knowledge of the world
opposed to such address as his; and Florence had none. True
he had said no more to her than that there was no news of the ship
and that he feared the worst; but how he came to know that she was interested in the ship
and why he had the right to signify his knowledge to her
so insidiously and darkly
troubled Florence very much.
This conduct on the part of Mr Carker
and her habit of often considering it with wonder and uneasiness
began to invest him with an unfortable fascination in Florence's thoughts. A more distinct remembrance of his features
voice
and manner: which she sometimes courted
as a means of reducing him to the level of a real personage
capable of exerting no greater charm over her than another: did not remove the vague impression. And yet he never frowned
or looked upon her with an air of dislike or animosity
but was always smiling and serene.
Again
Florence
in pursuit of her strong purpose with reference to her father
and her steady resolution to believe that she was herself unwittingly to blame for their so cold and distant relations
would recall to mind that this gentleman was his confidential friend
and would think
with an anxious heart
could her struggling tendency to dislike and fear him be a part of that misfortune in her
which had turned her father's love adrift
and left her so alone? She dreaded that it might be; sometimes believed it was: then she resolved that she would try to conquer this wrong feeling; persuaded herself that she was honoured and encouraged by the notice of her father's friend; and hoped that patient observation of him and trust in him would lead her bleeding feet along that stony road which ended in her father's heart.
Thus
with no one to advise her - for she could advise with no one without seeming to plain against him - gentle Florence tossed on an uneasy sea of doubt and hope; and Mr Carker
like a scaly monster of the deep
swam down below
and kept his shining eye upon her. Florence had a new reason in all this for wishing to be at home again. Her lonely life was better suited to her course of timid hope and doubt; and she feared sometimes
that in her absence she might miss some hopeful chance of testifying her affection for her father. Heaven knows
she might have set her mind at rest
poor child! on this last point; but her slighted love was fluttering within her
and
even in her sleep
it flew away in dreams
and nestled
like a wandering bird e home
upon her father's neck.
Of Walter she thought often. Ah! how often
when the night was gloomy
and the wind was blowing round the house! But hope was strong in her breast. It is so difficult for the young and ardent
even with such experience as hers
to imagine youth and ardour quenched like a weak flame
and the bright day of life merging into night
at noon
that hope was strong yet. Her tears fell frequently for Walter's sufferings; but rarely for his supposed death
and never long.
She had written to the old Instrument-maker
but had received no answer to her note: which indeed required none. Thus matters stood with Florence on the morning when she was going home
gladly
to her old secluded life.