狄更斯小说改编系列 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第48章Part1

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第48章Part1  

In the wildness of her sorrow
shame
and terror
the forlorn girl hurried through the sunshine of a bright morning
as if it were the darkness of a winter night. Wringing her hands and weeping bitterly
insensible to everything but the deep wound in her breast
stunned by the loss of all she loved
left like the sole survivor on a lonely shore from the wreck of a great vessel
she fled without a thought
without a hope
without a purpose
but to fly somewhere anywhere.
The cheerful vista of the long street
burnished by the morning light
the sight of the blue sky and airy clouds
the vigorous freshness of the day
so flushed and rosy in its conquest of the night
awakened no responsive feelings in her so hurt bosom. Somewhere
anywhere
to hide her head! somewhere
anywhere
for refuge
never more to look upon the place from which she fled!
But there were people going to and fro; there were opening shops
and servants at the doors of houses; there was the rising clash and roar of the day's struggle. Florence saw surprise and curiosity in the faces flitting past her; saw long shadows ing back upon the pavement; and heard voices that were strange to her asking her where she went
and what the matter was; and though these frightened her the more at first
and made her hurry on the faster
they did her the good service of recalling her in some degree to herself
and reminding her of the necessity of greater posure.
Where to go? Still somewhere
anywhere! still going on; but where! She thought of the only other time she had been lost in the wild wilderness of London - though not lost as now - and went that way. To the home of Walter's Uncle.
Checking her sobs
and drying her swollen eyes
and endeavouring to calm the agitation of her manner
so as to avoid attracting notice
Florence
resolving to keep to the more quiet streets as long as she could
was going on more quietly herself
when a familiar little shadow darted past upon the sunny pavement
stopped short
wheeled about
came close to her
made off again
bounded round and round her
and Diogenes
panting for breath
and yet making the street ring with his glad bark
was at her feet.
'Oh
Di! oh
dear
true
faithful Di
how did you e here? How could I ever leave you
Di
who would never leave me?'
Florence bent down on the pavement
and laid his rough
old
loving
foolish head against her breast
and they got up together
and went on together; Di more off the ground than on it
endeavouring to kiss his mistress flying
tumbling over and getting up again without the least concern
dashing at big dogs in a jocose defiance of his species
terrifying with touches of his nose young housemaids who were cleaning doorsteps
and continually stopping
in the Midst of a thousand extravagances
to look back at Florence
and bark until all the dogs within hearing answered
and all the dogs who could e out
came out to stare at him.
With this last adherent
Florence hurried away in the advancing morning
and the strengthening sunshine
to the City. The roar soon grew more loud
the passengers more numerous
the shops more busy
until she was carried onward in a stream of life setting that way
and flowing
indifferently
past marts and mansions
prisons
churches
market-places
wealth
poverty
good
and evil
like the broad river side by side with it
awakened from its dreams of rushes
willows
and green moss
and rolling on
turbid and troubled
among the works and cares of men
to the deep sea.
At length the quarters of the little Midshipman arose in view. Nearer yet
and the little Midshipman himself was seen upon his post
intent as ever on his observations. Nearer yet
and the door stood open
inviting her to enter. Florence
who had again quickened her pace
as she approached the end of her journey
ran across the road (closely followed by Diogenes
whom the bustle had somewhat confused)
ran in
and sank upon the threshold of the well-remembered little parlour.
The Captain
in his glazed hat
was standing over the fire
making his morning's cocoa
with that elegant trifle
his watch
upon the chimney-piece
for easy reference during the progress of the cookery. Hearing a footstep and the rustle of a dress
the Captain turned with a palpitating remembrance of the dreadful Mrs MacStinger
at the instant when Florence made a motion with her hand towards him
reeled
and fell upon the floor.
The Captain
pale as Florence
pale in the very knobs upon his face raised her like a baby
and laid her on the same old sofa upon which she had slumbered long ago.
'It's Heart's Delight!' said the Captain
looking intently in her face. 'It's the sweet creetur grow'd a woman!'
Captain Cuttle was so respectful of her
and had such a reverence for her
in this new character
that he would not have held her in his arms
while she was unconscious
for a thousand pounds.
'My Heart's Delight!' said the Captain
withdrawing to a little distance
with the greatest alarm and sympathy depicted on his countenance. 'If you can hail Ned Cuttle with a finger
do it!'
But Florence did not stir.