狄更斯的小说特点 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第33章Part 4

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第33章Part 4  

The cordial face she lifted up to his to kiss him
was his home
his life
his universe
and yet it was a portion of his punishment and grief; for in the cloud he saw upon it - though serene and calm as any radiant cloud at sunset - and in the constancy and devotion of her life
and in the sacrifice she had made of ease
enjoyment
and hope
he saw the bitter fruits of his old crime
for ever ripe and fresh.
She stood at the door looking after him
with her hands loosely clasped in each other
as he made his way over the frowzy and uneven patch of ground which lay before their house
which had once (and not long ago) been a pleasant meadow
and was now a very waste
with a disorderly crop of beginnings of mean houses
rising out of the rubbish
as if they had been unskilfully sown there. Whenever he looked back - as once or ice he did - her cordial face shone like a light upon his heart; but when he plodded on his way
and saw her not
the tears were in her eyes as she stood watching him.
Her pensive form was not long idle at the door. There was daily duty to discharge
and daily work to do - for such monplace spirits that are not heroic
often work hard with their hands - and Harriet was soon busy with her household tasks. These discharged
and the poor house made quite neat and orderly
she counted her little stock of money
with an anxious face
and went out thoughtfully to buy some necessaries for their table
planning and conniving
as she went
how to save. So sordid are the lives of such lo natures
who are not only not heroic to their valets and waiting-women
but have neither valets nor waiting-women to be heroic to withal!
While she was absent
and there was no one in the house
there approached it by a different way from that the brother had taken
a gentleman
a very little past his prime of life perhaps
but of a healthy florid hue
an upright presence
and a bright clear aspect
that was gracious and good-humoured. His eyebrows were still black
and so was much of his hair; the sprinkling of grey observable among the latter
graced the former very much
and showed his broad frank brow and honest eyes to great advantage.
After knocking once at the door
and obtaining no response
this gentleman sat down on a bench in the little porch to wait. A certain skilful action of his fingers as he hummed some bars
and beat time on the seat beside him
seemed to denote the musician; and the extraordinary satisfaction he derived from humming something very slow and long
which had no recognisable tune
seemed to denote that he was a scientific one.
The gentleman was still irlIng a theme
which seemed to go round and round and round
and in and in and in
and to involve itself like a corkscrew irled upon a table
without getting any nearer to anything
when Harriet appeared returning. He rose up as she advanced
and stood with his head uncovered.
'You are e again
Sir!' she said
faltering.
'I take that liberty
' he answered. 'May I ask for five minutes of your leisure?'
After a moment's hesitation
she opened the door
and gave him admission to the little parlour. The gentleman sat down there
drew his chair to the table over against her
and said
in a voice that perfectly corresponded to his appearance
and with a simplicity that was very engaging:
'Miss Harriet
you cannot be proud. You signified to me
when I called t'other morning
that you were. Pardon me if I say that I looked into your face while you spoke
and that it contradicted you. I look into it again
' he added
laying his hand gently on her arm
for an instant
'and it contradicts you more and more.'
She was somewhat confused and agitated
and could make no ready answer.