狄更斯的小说特点 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第41章Part1

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第41章Part1  

All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon
in the moonlight
to the invisible country far away.
With a tender melancholy pleasure
Florence finds herself again on the old ground so sadly trodden
yet so happily
and thinks of him in the quiet place
where he and she have many and many a time conversed together
with the water welling up about his couch. And now
as she sits pensive there
she hears in the wild low murmur of the sea
his little story told again
his very words repeated; and finds that all her life and hopes
and griefs
since - in the solitary house
and in the pageant it has changed to - have a portion in the burden of the marvellous song.
And gentle Mr Toots
who wanders at a distance
looking wistfully towards the figure that he dotes upon
and has followed there
but cannot in his delicacy disturb at such a time
likewise hears the requiem of little Dombey on the waters
rising and falling in the lulls of their eternal madrigal in praise of Florence. Yes! and he faintly understands
poor Mr Toots
that they are saying something of a time when he was sensible of being brighter and not addle-brained; and the tears rising in his eyes when he fears that he is dull and stupid now
and good for little but to be laughed at
diminish his satisfaction in their soothing reminder that he is relieved from present responsibility to the Chicken
by the absence of that game head of poultry in the country
training (at Toots's cost) for his great mill with the Larkey Boy.
But Mr Toots takes courage
when they whisper a kind thought to him; and by slow degrees and with many indecisive stoppages on the way
approaches Florence. Stammering and blushing
Mr Toots affects amazement when he es near her
and says (having followed close on the carriage in which she travelled
every inch of the way from London
loving even to be choked by the dust of its wheels) that he never was so surprised in all his life.
'And you've brought Diogenes
too
Miss Dombey!' says Mr Toots
thrilled through and through by the touch of the small hand so pleasantly and frankly given him.
No doubt Diogenes is there
and no doubt Mr Toots has reason to observe him
for he es straighay at Mr Toots's legs
and tumbles over himself in the desperation with which he makes at him
like a very dog of Montargis. But he is checked by his sweet mistress.
'Down
Di
down. Don't you remember who first made us friends
Di? For shame!'