Unit 6 Mrriage全新版大学英语综合教程五课文翻译Word文件下载.docx

1、 when she stepped off the kerb in Piccadilly and the car had killed her. 3 He was waiting for Sissy Miller. He had asked her to come; he owed her, he felt, after all the years she had been with them, this token of consideration. Yes, he went on, as he sat there waiting, it was strange that Angela ha

2、d left everything in such order. Every friend had been left some little token of her affection. Every ring, every necklace, every little Chinese box she had a passion for little boxes had a name on it. To him, of course, she had left nothing in particular, unless it were her diary. Fifteen little vo

3、lumes, bound in green leather, stood behind him on her writing table. Ever since they were married, she had kept a diary. Some of their very few he could not call them quarrels, say tiffs had been about that diary. When he came in and found her writing, she always shut it or put her hand over it. No

4、, no, no, he could hear her say, After Im dead perhaps. So she had left it him, as her legacy. It was the only thing they had not shared when she was alive. But he had always taken it for granted that she would outlive him. If only she had stopped one moment, and had thought what she was doing, she

5、would be alive now. But she had stepped straight off the kerb, the driver of the car had said at the inquest. She had given him no chance to pull up.Here the sound of voices in the hall interrupted him. 4 Miss Miller, Sir, said the maid. 5 She came in. She was terribly distressed, and no wonder. Ang

6、ela had been much more to her than an employer. She had been a friend. To himself, he thought, as he pushed a chair for her and asked her to sit down, she was scarcely distinguishable from any other woman of her kind. There were thousands of Sissy Millers drab little women in black carrying attach c

7、ases. But Angela, with her genius for sympathy, had discovered all sorts of qualities in Sissy Miller. She was the soul of discretion, so silent, so trustworthy, one could tell her anything, and so on. 6 Miss Miller could not speak at first. She sat there dabbing her eyes with her pocket handkerchie

8、f. Then she made an effort. 7 Pardon me, Mr Clandon, she said. 8 He murmured. Of course he understood. It was only natural. He could guess what his wife had meant to her. 9 Ive been so happy here, she said, looking round. Her eyes rested on the writing table behind him. It was here they had worked s

9、he and Angela. For Angela had her share of the duties that fall to the lot of the wife of a prominent politician, she had been the greatest help to him in his career. He had often seen her and Sissy sitting at that table Sissy at the typewriter, taking down letters from her dictation. No doubt Miss

10、Miller was thinking of that, too. Now all he had to do was to give her the brooch his wife had left her. A rather incongruous gift it seemed. It might have been better to have left her a sum of money. Or even the typewriter. But there it was And, taking the brooch, he gave it her with the little spe

11、ech that he had prepared. He knew, he said, that she would value it. His wife had often worn it. And she replied, as she took it, almost as if she too had prepared a speech, that it would always be a treasured possession. . She had, he supposed, other clothes upon which a pearl brooch would not look

12、 quite so incongruous. She was wearing the little black coat and skirt that seemed the uniform of her profession. Then he remembered she was in mourning, of course. She too had had her tragedy a brother, to whom she was devoted, had died only a week or two before Angela. In some accident, was it? He

13、 could remember only Angela telling him; Angela, with her genius for sympathy, had been terribly upset. Meanwhile Sissy Miller had risen. She was putting on her gloves. Evidently she felt that she ought not to intrude. But he could not let her go without saying something about her future. And so he

14、added, as he pressed her hand. Remember, Miss Miller, if theres any way in which I can help you, it will be a pleasure. Then he opened the door. For a moment, on the threshold, as if a sudden thought had struck her, she stopped. 10 Mr Clandon, she said, looking straight at him for the first time, an

15、d for the first time he was struck by the expression, sympathetic yet searching, in her eyes. If at any time, she was saying, theres anything I can do to help you, remember, I shall feel it, for your wifes sake, a pleasure. 11 With that she was gone. Her words and the look that went with them were u

16、nexpected. It was almost as if she believed, or hoped, that he would have need of her. A curious, perhaps a fantastic idea occurred to him as he returned to his chair. Could it be, that during all those years when he had scarcely noticed her, she, as the novelists say, had entertained a passion for

17、him? He caught his own reflection in the glass as he passed. He was over fifty; but he could not help admitting that he was still, as the looking-glass showed him, a very distinguished-looking man. 12 Poor Sissy Miller! he said, half laughing. How he would have liked to share that joke with his wife

18、! He turned instinctively to her diary. Gilbert, he read, opening it at random, looked so wonderful. It was as if she had answered his question. Of course, she seemed to say, youre very attractive to women. Of course Sissy Miller felt that too. He read on. How proud I am to be his wife! And he had a

19、lways been very proud to be her husband. How often when they dined out somewhere he had looked at her across the table and said to himself. She is the loveliest woman here! He read on. That first year he had been standing for Parliament . They had toured his constituency. When Gilbert sat down the a

20、pplause was terrific. The whole audience rose and sang: For hes a jolly good fellow. I was quite overcome. He remembered that, too. She had been sitting on the platform beside him. He could still see the glance she cast at him, and how she had tears in her eyes. He read on rapidly, filling in scene

21、after scene from her scrappy fragments. Dined at the House of Commons. To an evening party at the Lovegroves. Did I realize my responsibility, Lady L. asked me, as Gilberts wife? Then as the years passed he took another volume from the writing table he had become more and more absorbed in his work.

22、And she, of course, was more often alone. It had been a great grief to her, apparently, that they had had no children. How I wish, one entry read, that Gilbert had a son! Oddly enough he had never much regretted that himself. Life had been so full, so rich as it was. That year he had been given a mi

23、nor post in the government. A minor post only, but her comment was:I am quite certain now that he will be Prime Minister! Well, if things had gone differently, it might have been so. He paused here to speculate upon what might have been. Politics was a gamble, he reflected; but the game wasnt over y

24、et. Not at fifty. He cast his eyes rapidly over more pages, full of the little trifles, the insignificant, happy, daily trifles that had made up her life. 13 He took up another volume and opened it at random. What a coward I am! I let the chance slip again. But it seemed selfish to bother him about

25、my own affairs, when he has so much to think about. And we so seldom have an evening alone. What was the meaning of that? Oh here was the explanation it referred to her work in the East End. I plucked up courage and talked to Gilbert at last. He was so kind, so good. He made no objection. He remembe

26、red that conversation. She had told him that she felt so idle, so useless. She wished to have some work of her own. She wanted to do something she had blushed so prettily, he remembered, as she said it sitting in that very chair to help others. So every Wednesday she went to Whitechapel. He remember

27、ed how he hated the clothes she wore on those occasions. But she had taken it very seriously it seemed. The diary was full of references like this:Saw Mrs Jones. She has ten children. Husband lost his arm in an accident. . Did my best to find a job for Lily. He skipped on. His own name occurred less

28、 frequently. His interest slackened. Some of the entries conveyed nothing to him. For example:Had a heated argument about socialism with B. M. Who was B. M.? He could not fill in the initials; some woman, he supposed, that she had met on one of her committees. B. M. made a violent attack upon the up

29、per classes. . I walked back after the meeting with B. M. and tried to convince him. But he is so narrow-minded. So B. M. was a man no doubt one of those intellectuals as they call themselves, who are so violent, as Angela said, and so narrow-minded. She had invited him to come and see her apparentl

30、y. B. M. came to dinner. He shook hands with Minnie! That note of exclamation gave another twist to his mental picture. B. M., it seemed, wasnt used to parlour-maids: he had shaken hands with Minnie. Presumably he was one of those tame workingmen who air their views in ladies drawing-rooms. Gilbert knew the type, and had no liking for this particular specimen, whoever B. M. might be. Here he was again. Went with B. M. to the Tower of London. He said revolutio