狄更斯的小说特点 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第33章Part 2

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第33章Part 2  

With a passing gesture of his hand at the picture - what! a menace? No; yet something like it. A wave as of triumph? No; yet more like that. An insolent salute wafted from his lips? No; yet like that too - he resumes his breakfast
and calls to the chafing and imprisoned bird
who ing down into a pendant gilded hoop within the cage
like a great wedding-ring
swings in it
for his delight.
The second home is on the other side of London
near to where the busy great north road of bygone days is silent and almost deserted
except by wayfarers who toil along on foot. It is a poor small house
barely and sparely furnished
but very clean; and there is even an attempt to decorate it
shown in the homely flowers trained about the porch and in the narrow garden. The neighbourhood in which it stands has as little of the country to remend'it
as it has of the town. It is neither of the town nor country. The former
like the giant in his travelling boots
has made a stride and passed it
and has set his brick-and-mortar heel a long way in advance; but the intermediate space beeen the giant's feet
as yet
is only blighted country
and not town; and
here
among a few tall chimneys belching smoke all day and night
and among the brick-fields and the lanes where turf is cut
and where the fences tumble down
and where the dusty tles grow
and where a scrap or o of hedge may yet be seen
and where the bird-catcher still es occasionally
though he swears every time to e no more - this second home is to be found.'
She who inhabits it
is she who left the first in her devotion to an outcast brother. She withdrew from that home its redeeming spirit
and from its master's breast his solitary angel: but though his liking for her is gone
after this ungrateful slight as he considers it; and though he abandons her altogether in return
an old idea of her is not quite fotten even by him. Let her flower-garden
in which he never sets his foot
but which is yet maintained
among all his costly alterations
as if she had quitted it but yesterday
bear witness!
Harriet Carker has changed since then
and on her beauty there has fallen a heavier shade than Time of his unassisted self can cast
all-potent as he is - the shadow of anxiety and sorrow
and the daily struggle of a poor existence. But it is beauty still; and still a gentle
quiet
and retiring beauty that must be sought out
for it cannot vaunt itself; if it could
it would be what it is
no more.
Yes. This slight
small
patient figure
neatly dressed in homely stuffs
and indicating nothing but the dull
household virtues
that have so little in mon with the received idea of heroism and greatness
unless
indeed
any ray of them should shine through the lives of the great ones of the earth
when it bees a constellation and is tracked in Heaven straighay - this slight
small
patient figure
leaning on the man still young but worn and grey
is she
his sister
who
of all the world
went over to him in his shame and put her hand in his
and with a sweet posure and determination
led him hopefully upon his barren way.
'It is early
John
' she said. 'Why do you go so early?'
'Not many minutes earlier than usual
Harriet. If I have the time to spare
I should like
I think - it's a fancy - to walk once by the house where I took leave of him.'
'I wish I had ever seen or known him
John.'