狄更斯哪部作品好 狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第46章Part9

狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第46章Part9  

As he broke them up and strewed them in the grate
he looked on with a thoughtful smile at what he was doing. 'Without the same queen beckoner too!' he added presently; 'and there is pride there
not to be fotten - witness our own acquaintance!' With that he fell into a deeper reverie
and sat pondering over the blackening grate
until he rose up like a man who had been absorbed in a book
and looking round him took his hat and gloves
went to where his horse was waiting
mounted
and rode away through the lighted streets
for it was evening.
He rode near Mr Dombey's house; and falling into a walk as he approached it
looked up at the windows The window where he had once seen Florence sitting with her dog attracted his attention first
though there was no light in it; but he smiled as he carried his eYes up the tall front of the house
and seemed to leave that object superciliously behind.
'Time was
' he said
'when it was well to watch even your rising little star
and know in what quarter there were clouds
to shadow you if needful. But a pla has arisen
and you are lost in its light.'
He turned the white-legged horse round the street corner
and sought one shining window from among those at the back of the house. Associated with it was a certain stately presence
a gloved hand
the remembrance how the feathers of a beautiful bird's wing had been showered down upon the floor
and how the light white down upon a robe had stirred and rustled
as in the rising of a distant storm. These were the things he carried with him as he turned away again
and rode through the darkening and deserted Parks at a quick rate.
In fatal truth
these were associated with a woman
a proud woman
who hated him
but who by slow and sure degrees had been led on by his craft
and her pride and resentment
to endure his pany
and little by little to receive him as one who had the privilege to talk to her of her own defiant disregard of her own husband
and her abandonment of high consideration for herself. They were associated with a woman who hated him deeply
and who knew him
and who mistrusted him because she knew him
and because he knew her; but who fed her fierce resentment by suffering him to draw nearer and yet nearer to her every day
in spite of the hate she cherished for him. In spite of it! For that very reason; since in its depths
too far down for her threatening eye to pierce
though she could see into them dimly
lay the dark retaliation
whose faintest shadow seen once and shuddered at
and never seen again
would have been sufficient stain upon her soul.
Did the phantom of such a woman flit about him on his ride; true to the reality
and obvious to him?
Yes. He saw her in his mind
exactly as she was. She bore him pany with her pride
resentment
hatred
all as plain to him as her beauty; with nothing plainer to him than her hatred of him. He saw her sometimes haughty and repellent at his side
and some times down among his horse's feet
fallen and in the dust. But he always saw her as she was
without disguise
and watched her on the dangerous way that she was going.
And when his ride was over
and he was newly dressed
and came into the light of her bright room with his bent head
soft voice
and soothing smile
he saw her yet as plainly. He even suspected the mystery of the gloved hand
and held it all the longer in his own for that suspicion. Upon the dangerous way that she was going
he was
still; and not a footprint did she mark upon it
but he set his own there
straight'