狄更斯思想 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第27章Part 02

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第27章Part 02  

It was that of a lady
elegantly dressed and very handsome
whose dark proud eYes were fixed upon the ground
and in whom some passion or struggle was raging. For as she sat looking down
she held a corner of her under lip within her mouth
her bosom heaved
her nostril quivered
her head trembled
indignant tears were on her cheek
and her foot was set upon the moss as though she would have crushed it into nothing. And yet almost the self-same glance that showed him this
showed him the self-same lady rising with a scornful air of weariness and lassitude
and turning away with nothing expressed in face or figure but careless beauty and imperious disdain.
A withered and very ugly old woman
dressed not so much like a gipsy as like any of that medley race of vagabonds who tramp about the country
begging
and stealing
and tinkering
and weaving rushes
by turns
or all together
had been observing the lady
too; for
as she rose
this second figure strangely confronting the first
scrambled up from the ground - out of it
it almost appeared - and stood in the way.
'Let me tell your fortune
my pretty lady
' said the old woman
munching with her jaws
as if the Death's Head beneath her yellow skin were impatient to get out.
'I can tell it for myself
' was the reply.
'Ay
ay
pretty lady; but not right. You didn't tell it right when you were sitting there. I see you! Give me a piece of silver
pretty lady
and I'll tell your fortune true. There's riches
pretty lady
in your face.'
'I know
' returned the lady
passing her with a dark smile
and a proud step. 'I knew it before.
'What! You won't give me nothing?' cried the old woman. 'You won't give me nothing to tell your fortune
pretty lady? How much will you give me to tell it
then? Give me something
or I'll call it after you!' croaked the old woman
passionately.
Mr Carker
whom the lady was about to pass close
slinking against his tree as she crossed to gain the path
advanced so as to meet her
and pulling off his hat as she went by
bade the old woman hold her peace. The lady acknowledged his interference with an inclination of the head
and went her way.
'You give me something then
or I'll call it after her!' screamed the old woman
throwing up her arms
and pressing forward against his outstretched hand. 'Or e
' she added
dropping her voice suddenly
looking at him earnestly
and seeming in a moment to fet the object of her wrath
'give me something
or I'll call it after you! '
'After me
old lady!' returned the Manager
putting his hand in his pocket.
'Yes
' said the woman
steadfast in her scrutiny
and holding out her shrivelled hand. 'I know!'