狄更斯的小说特点 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第43章Part4

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第43章Part4  

Susan was too much softened to express her private opinion on the probability of Mrs Dombey's being in attendance on her husband
and silently withdrew. Florence left alone
soon hid her head upon her hands as she had often done in other days
and did not restrain the tears from coursing down her face. The misery of this domestic discord and unhappiness; the withered hope she cherished now
if hope it could be called
of ever being taken to her father's heart; her doubts and fears beeen the o; the yearning of her innocent breast to both; the heavy disappointment and regret of such an end as this
to what had been a vision of bright hope and promise to her; all crowded on her mind and made her tears flow fast. Her mother and her brother dead
her father unmoved towards her
Edith opposed to him and casting him away
but loving her
and loved by her
it seemed as if her affection could never prosper
rest where it would. That weak thought was soon hushed
but the thoughts in which it had arisen were too true and strong to be dismissed with it; and they made the night desolate.
Among such reflections there rose up
as there had risen up all day
the image of her father
wounded and in pain
alone in his own room
untended by those who should be nearest to him
and passing the tardy hours in lonely suffering. A frightened thought which made her start and clasp her hands - though it was not a new one in her mind - that he might die
and never see her or pronounce her name
thrilled her whole frame. In her agitation she thought
and trembled while she thought
of once more stealing downstairs
and venturing to his door.
She listened at her own. The house was quiet
and all the lights were out. It was a long
long time
she thought
since she used to make her nightly pilgrimages to his door! It was a long
long time
she tried to think
since she had entered his room at midnight
and he had led her back to the stair-foot!
With the same child's heart within her
as of old: even with the child's sweet timid eyes and clustering hair: Florence
as strange to her father in her early maiden bloom
as in her nursery time
crept down the staircase listening as she went
and drew near to his room. No one was stirring in the house. The door was partly open to admit air; and all was so still within
that she could hear the burning of the fire
and count the ticking of the clock that stood upon the chimney-piece.
She looked in. In that room
the housekeeper wrapped in a blanket was fast asleep in an easy chair before the fire. The doors beeen it and the next were partly closed
and a screen was drawn before them; but there was a light there
and it shone upon the cornice of his bed. All was so very still that she could hear from his breathing that he was asleep. This gave her courage to pass round the screen
and look into his chamber.
It was as great a start to e upon his sleeping face as if she had not expected to see it. Florence stood arrested on the spot
and if he had awakened then
must have remained there.
There was a cut upon his forehead
and they had been wetting his hair
which lay bedabbled and entangled on the pillow. One of his arms
resting outside the bed
was bandaged up
and he was very white. But it was not this
that after the first quick glance
and first assurance of his sleeping quietly
held Florence rooted to the ground. It was something very different from this
and more than this
that made him look so solemn in her eye
She had never seen his face in all her life
but there had been upon it - or she fancied so - some disturbing consciousness of her. She had never seen his face in all her life
but hope had sunk within her
and her timid glance had dropped before its stern
unloving
and repelling harshness. As she looked upon it now
she saw it
for the first time
free from the cloud that had darkened her childhood. Calm
tranquil night was reigning in its stead. He might have gone to sleep
for anything she saw there
blessing her.
Awake
unkind father! Awake
now
sullen man! The time is flitting by; the hour is ing with an angry tread. Awake!