狄更斯长篇小说 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第34章Part11

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第34章Part11  

'By the north road out of London
deary. You shall see the house if you like. It ain't much to boast of
genteel as his own is. No
no
no
' cried the old woman
shaking her head and laughing; for her daughter had started up
'not now; it's too far off; it's by the milestone
where the stones are heaped; - to-morrow
deary
if it's fine
and you are in the humour. But I'll go spend - '
'Stop!' and the daughter flung herself upon her
with her former passion raging like a fire. 'The sister is a fair-faced Devil
with brown hair?'
The old woman
amazed and terrified
nodded her head.
'I see the shadow of him in her face! It's a red house standing by itself. Before the door there is a small green porch.'
Again the old woman nodded.
'In which I sat to-day! Give me back the money.'
'Alice! Deary!'
'Give me back the money
or you'll be hurt.'
She forced it from the old woman's hand as she spoke
and utterly indifferent to her plainings and entreaties
threw on the garments she had taken off
and hurried out
with headlong speed.
The mother followed
limping after her as she could
and expostulating with no more effect upon her than upon the wind and rain and darkness that enpassed them. Obdurate and fierce in her own purpose
and indifferent to all besides
the daughter defied the weather and the distance
as if she had known no travel or fatigue
and made for the house where she had been relieved. After some quarter of an hour's walking
the old woman
spent and out of breath
ventured to hold by her skirts; but she ventured no more
and they travelled on in silence through the wet and gloom. If the mother now and then uttered a word of plaint
she stifled it lest her daughter should break away from her and leave her behind; and the daughter was dumb.
It was within an hour or so of midnight
when they left the regular streets behind them
and entered on the deeper gloom of that neutral ground where the house was situated. The town lay in the distance
lurid and lowering; the bleak wind howled over the open space; all around was black
wild
desolate.
'This is a fit place for me!' said the daughter
stopping to look back. 'I thought so
when I was here before
to-day.'
'Alice
my deary
' cried the mother
pulling her gently by the skirt. 'Alice!'
'What now
mother?'
'Don't give the money back
my darling; please don't. We can't afford it. We want supper
deary. Money is money
whoever gives it. Say what you will
but keep the money.'
'See there!' was all the daughter's answer. 'That is the house I mean. Is that it?'