秘密花园英文版之欧阳体创编.docx

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秘密花园英文版之欧阳体创编

简介

时间：

2021.02.03

创作：

欧阳体

“咱俩差不多，”本·威瑟斯塔夫老头对玛丽说。

“长得丑，脾气也不好。

”

　　可怜的玛丽！

谁都不要她，也没人喜欢她。

父母去世以后，她被人从印度送回英国的约克郡，住在她舅舅的家里。

那是一幢旧房子，很大，差不多有上百个房间，可大部分都关得严严实实，还上了锁。

玛丽住在那儿，情绪很坏，她感到厌烦、孤独，整天没事可做，除了园丁本·威瑟斯塔夫老头，没人跟她说说话。

　　不过后来玛丽听说了有关秘密花园的事。

那花园的门紧锁着，钥匙也不知哪儿去了。

10年了，除了那只能够飞过围墙的知更鸟，没有一个人进过那园子。

玛丽望着知更鸟，琢磨着钥匙会在哪儿……

　　再后来，夜里房子中什么地方传来奇怪的哭声，听起来像是个孩子……

　　弗朗西丝·霍奇森·伯内特生于1849年，卒于1924年。

从16岁起她大部分时间住在美国，但经常回英格兰。

她是一位终身作家，写了很多书，《秘密花园》是她的代表作。

1LittleMissMary

NobodyseemedtocareaboutMary．ShewasborninIndia，whereherfatherwasaBritishofficial．Hewasbusywithhiswork，andhermother，whowasverybeautiful，spentallhertimegoingtoparties．SoanIndianwoman，Kamala，waspaidtotakecareofthelittlegirl．Marywasnotaprettychild．Shehadathinangryfaceandthinyellowhair．ShewasalwaysgivingorderstoKamala，whohadtoobey．Maryneverthoughtofotherpeople，butonlyofherself．Infact，shewasaveryselfish，disagreeable，bad-temperedlittlegirl．

Oneveryhotmorning，whenshewasaboutnineyearsold，shewokeupandsawthatinsteadofKamalatherewasadifferentIndianservantbyherbed．

‘Whatareyoudoinghere？

’sheaskedcrossly．‘Goaway！

AndsendKamalatomeatonce！

’

Thewomanlookedafraid．‘I'msorry，MissMary，she—she—shecan'tcome！

’

Somethingstrangewashappeningthatday．Someofthehouseservantsweremissingandeverybodylookedfrightened．ButnobodytoldMaryanything，andKamalastilldidnotcome．SoatlastMarywentoutintothegarden，andplayedbyherselfunderatree．Shepretendedshewasmakingherownflowergarden，andpickedlargeredflowerstopushintotheground．Allthetimeshewassayingcrosslytoherself，

‘IhateKamala！

I'llhitherwhenshecomesback！

’

Justthenshesawhermothercomingintothegarden，withayoungEnglishman．Theydidnotnoticethechild，wholistenedtotheirconversation．

‘It'sverybad，isit？

’hermotheraskedtheyoungmaninaworriedvoice．

‘Verybad，’heansweredseriously．‘Peoplearedyinglikeflies．It'sdangeroustostayinthistown．Youshouldgotothehills，wherethere'snodisease．’

‘Oh，Iknow！

’shecried．‘Wemustleavesoon！

’

Suddenlytheyheardloudcriescomingfromtheservants’rooms，atthesideofthehouse．

‘What'shappened？

’criedMary'smotherwildly．

‘Ithinkoneofyourservantshasjustdied．Youdidn'ttellmethediseaseishere，inyourhouse！

’

‘Ididn'tknow！

’shescreamed．‘Quick，comewithme！

’Andtogethertheyranintothehouse．

NowMaryunderstoodwhatwaswrong．Theterriblediseasehadalreadykilledmanypeopleinthetown，andinallthehousespeopleweredying．InMary'shouseitwasKamalawhohadjustdied．Laterthatdaythreemoreservantsdiedthere．

Allthroughthenightandthenextdaypeopleraninandoutofthehouse，shoutingandcrying．NobodythoughtofMary．Shehidinherbedroom，frightenedbythestrangeandterriblesoundsthatsheheardaroundher．Sometimesshecriedandsometimessheslept．

Whenshewokethenextday，thehousewassilent．

‘Perhapsthediseasehasgone，’shethought，‘andeverybodyiswellagain．IwonderwhowilltakecareofmeinsteadofKamala？

Whydoesn'tsomeonebringmesomefood？

It'sstrangethehouseissoquiet．’

Butjustthensheheardmen'svoicesinthehall．

‘Howsad！

’saidone．‘Thatbeautifulwoman！

’

‘Therewasachildtoo，wasn'tthere？

’saidtheother．‘Althoughnoneofuseversawher．’

Marywasstandinginthemiddleofherroomwhentheyopenedthedoorafewminuteslater．Thetwomenjumpedbackinsurprise．

‘MynameisMaryLennox，’shesaidcrossly．‘Iwasasleepwheneveryonewasill，andnowI'mhungry．’

‘It'sthechild，theonenobodyeversaw！

’saidtheoldermantotheother．‘They'veallforgottenher！

’

‘WhywasIforgotten？

’askedMaryangrily．‘Whyhasnobodycometotakecareofme？

’

Theyoungermanlookedatherverysadly．‘Poorchild！

’hesaid．‘Yousee，there'snobodyleftaliveinthehouse．Sonobodycancome．’

InthisstrangeandsuddenwayMarylearntthatbothhermotherandherfatherhaddied．Thefewservantswhohadnotdiedhadrunawayinthenight．NoonehadrememberedlittleMissMary．Shewasallalone．

Becauseshehadneverknownherparentswell，shedidnotmissthematall．Sheonlythoughtofherself，asshehadalwaysdone．

‘WherewillIlive？

’shewondered．‘IhopeI'llstaywithpeoplewho'llletmedowhatIwant．’

AtfirstshewastakentoanEnglishfamilywhohadknownherparents．Shehatedtheiruntidyhouseandnoisychildren，andpreferredplayingbyherselfinthegarden．Onedayshewasplayingherfavouritegame，pretendingtomakeagarden，whenoneofthechildren，Basil，offeredtohelp．

‘Goaway！

’criedMary．‘Idon'twantyourhelp！

’

ForamomentBasillookedangry，andthenhebegantolaughHedancedroundandroundMary，andsangafunnylittlesongaboutMissMaryandherstupidflowers．ThismadeMaryverycrossindeed．Noonehadeverlaughedathersounkindly．

‘You'regoinghomesoon，’saidBasil．‘Andwe'reallverypleasedyou'releaving！

’

‘I'mpleasedtoo，’repliedMary．‘Butwhere'shome？

’

‘You'restupidifyoudon'tknowthat！

’laughedBasil．England，ofcourse！

You'regoingtolivewithyouruncle，MrArchibaldGraven．’

‘I'veneverheardofhim，’saidMarycoldly．

‘ButIknowabouthimbecauseIheardFatherandMothertalking，’saidBasil．‘Helivesinabiglonelyoldhouse，andhasnofriends，becausehe'ssobadtempered．He'sgotacrookedback，andhe'shorrid！

’

‘Idon'tbelieveyou！

’criedMary．ButthenextdayBasil'sparentsexplainedthatshewasgoingtolivewithheruncleinYorkshire，inthenorthofEngland．Marylookedboredandcrossandsaidnothing．

Afterthelongseajourney，shewasmetinLondonbyMrCraven'shousekeeper，MrsMedlock．Togethertheytravellednorthbytrain．MrsMedlockwasalargewoman，withaveryredfaceandbrightblackeyes．Marydidnotlikeher，butthatwasnotsurprising，becauseshedidnotusuallylikepeople．MrsMedlockdidnotlikeMaryeither．

‘Whatadisagreeablechild！

’thoughtthehousekeeper．‘ButperhapsIshouldtalktoher．’

‘Icantellyouabitaboutyouruncleifyoulike，’shesaidaloud．‘Helivesinabigoldhouse，alongwayfromanywhere．Therearenearlyahundredrooms，butmostofthemareshutandlocked．There'sabigparkroundthehouse，andallkindsofgardens．Well，whatdoyouthinkofthat？

’

‘Nothing，’repliedMary．‘Itdoesn'tmattertome．’

MrsMedlocklaughed．‘You'reahardlittlegirl！

Well，ifyoudon'tcare，MrCravendoesn'teither．Heneverspendstimeonanyone．He'sgotacrookedback，yousee，andalthoughhe'salwaysbeenrich，hewasneverreallyhappyuntilhemarried．’

‘Married？

’repeatedMaryinsurprise．

‘Yes，hemarriedasweet，prettygirl，andhelovedherdeeply．Sowhenshedied—’

‘Oh！

Didshedie？

’askedMary，interested．

‘Yes，shedid．Andnowhedoesn'tcareaboutanybody．Ifhe'sathome，hestaysinhisroomandseesnobody．Hewon'twanttoseeyou，soyoumuststayoutofhiswayanddowhatyou'retold．’

Marystaredoutofthetrainwindowatthegreyskyandtherain．Shewasnotlookingforwardtolifeatheruncle'shouse．

Thetrainjourneylastedallday，anditwasdarkwhentheyarrivedatthestation．Thentherewasalongdrivetogettothehouse．Itwasacold，windynight，anditwasrainingheavily．AfterawhileMarybegantohearastrange，wildnoise．Shelookedoutofthewindow，butcouldseenothingexceptthedarkness．

‘What'sthatnoise？

’sheaskedMrsMedlock．‘It's—It'snotthesea，isit？

’

‘No，that'sthemoor．It'sthesoundthewindmakes，blowingacrossthemoor．’

‘Whatisamoor？

’

‘It'sjustmilesandmilesofwildland，withnotreesorhouses．Youruncle'shouseisrightontheedgeofthemoor．’

Marylistenedtothestrange，frighteningsound．‘Idon'tlikeit，’shethought．‘Idon'tlikeit．’Shelookedmoredisagreeablethanever．

2MaryinYorkshire

Theyarrivedataverylargeoldhouse．Itlookeddarkandunfriendlyfromtheoutside．Inside，Marylookedaroundthebigshadowyhall，andfeltverysmallandlost．Theywentstraightupstairs．Marywasshowntoaroomwheretherewasawarmfireandfoodonthetable．

‘Thisisyourroom，’saidMrsMedlock．‘Gotobedwhenyou'vehadsomesupper．Andremember，youmuststayinyourroom！

MrCravendoesn'twantyoutowanderalloverthehouse！

’

WhenMarywokeupthenextmorning，shesawayoungservantgirlcleaningthefireplace．Theroomseemeddarkandratherstrange，withpicturesofdogsandhorsesandladiesonthewalls．Itwasnotachild'sroomatall．Fromthewindowshecouldnotseeanytreesorhouses，onlywildland，whichlookedlikeakindofpurplesea．

‘Whoareyou？

’sheaskedtheservantcoldly．

‘Martha，miss，’answeredthegirlwithasmile．

‘Andwhat'sthatoutside？

’Marycontinued．

‘That'sthemoor，’smiledMartha．‘Doyoulikeit？

’

‘No，’repliedMaryimmediately．‘Ihateit．’

‘That'sbecauseyoudon'tknowit．Youwilllikeit．Iloveit．It'slovelyinspringandsummerwhenthereareflowers．Italwayssmellssosweet．Theair'ssofresh，andthebirdssingsobeautifully．Ineverwanttoleavethemoor．’

Marywasfeelingverybadtempered．‘You'reastrangeservant，’shesaid．‘InIndiawedon'thaveconversationswithservants．Wegiveorders，andtheyobey，andthat'sthat．’

MarthadidnotseemtomindMary'scrossness．

‘IknowItalktoomuch！

’shelaughed．

‘Areyougoingtobemyservant？

’askedMary．

‘Well，notreally．IworkforMrsMedlock．I'mgoingtocleanyourroomandbringyouyourfood，butyouwon'tneedaservantexceptforthosethings．’

‘Butwho'sgoingtodressme？

’

Marthastoppedcleaning，andstaredatMary．

‘Tha’canna'dressthysen？

’sheasked，shocked．

‘Whatdoyoumean？

Idon'tunderstandyourlanguage！

’

‘Oh，Iforgot．WeallspeaktheYorkshiredialecthere，butofcourseyoudon'tunderstandthat．Imeanttosay，can'tyouputonyourownclothes？

’

‘Ofcoursenot！

Myservantalwaysusedtodressme．’

‘Well！

Ithinkyoushouldlearntodressyourself．My