Eveline英语全文及中文翻译Word下载.docx

1、 but usually little Keogh used to keep nix and call out when he saw her father coming. Still they seemed to have been rather happy then. Her father was not so bad then; and besides,her mother was alive. That was a long time ago; she and her brothers and sisters were all grown up her mother was dead.

2、 Tizzie Dunn was dead,too,and the Waters had gone back to England. Everything changes. Now she was going to go away like the others,to leave her home. Home! She looked round the room, reviewing all its familiar objects which she had dusted once a week for so many years,wondering where on earth all t

3、he dust came from. Perhaps she would never see again those familiar objects from which she had never dreamed of being divided. And yet during all those years she had never found out the name of the priest whose yellowing photograph hung on the wall above the broken harmonium beside the coloured prin

4、t of the promises made to Blessed Margaret Mary Alacoque. He had been a school friend of her father. Whenever he showed the photograph to a visitor her father used to pass it with a casual word: “He is in Melbourne now.” She had consented to go away,to leave her home. Was that wise?She tried to weig

5、h each side of the question. In her home anyway she had shelter and food;she had those whom she had known all her life about her. Of course she had to work hard,both in the house and at business. What would they say of her in the Stores when they found out that she had run away with a fellow? Say sh

6、e was a fool,perhaps; and her place would be filled up by advertisement. Miss Gavan would be glad. She had always had an edge on her,especially whenever there were people listening. “Miss Hill, dont you see these ladies are waiting?” “Look lively, Miss Hill, please.” She would not cry many tears at

7、leaving the Stores. But in her new home,in a distant unknown country,it would not be like that. Then she would be married she,Eveline. People would treat her with respect then. She would not be treated as her mother had been. Even now,though she was over nineteen,she sometimes felt herself in danger

8、 of her fathers violence. She knew it was that that had given her the palpitations. When they were growing up he had never gone for her like he used to go for Harry and Ernest,because she was a girl but latterly he had begun to threaten her and say what he would do to her only for her dead mothers s

9、ake. And no she had nobody to protect her. Ernest was dead and Harry, who was in the church decorating business,was nearly always down somewhere in the country. Besides,the invariable squabble for money on Saturday nights had begun to weary her unspeakably. She always gave her entire wages seven shi

10、llings and Harry always sent up what he could but the trouble was to get any money from her father. He said she used to squander the money,that she had no head, that he wasnt going to give her his hard-earned money to throw about the streets, and much more, for he was usually fairly bad on Saturday

11、night. In the end he would give her the money and ask her had she any intention of buying Sundays dinner. Then she had to rush out as quickly as she could and do her marketing,holding her black leather purse tightly in her hand as she elbowed her way through the crowds and returning home late under

12、her load of provisions. She had hard work to keep the house together and to see that the two young children who had been left to hr charge went to school regularly and got their meals regularly. It was hard work a hard life but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesira

13、ble life. She was about to explore another life with Frank. Frank was very kind,manly, open-hearted. She was to go away with him by the night-boat to be his wife and to live with him in Buenos Ayres where he had a home waiting for her. How well she remembered the first time she had seen him;he was l

14、odging in a house on the main road where she used to visit. It seemed a few weeks ago. He was standing at the gate, his peaked cap pushed back on his head and his hair tumbled forward over a face of bronze. Then they had come to know each other. He used to meet her outside the Stores every evening a

15、nd see her home. He took her to see The Bohemian Girl and she felt elated as she sat in an unaccustomed part of the theatre with him. He was awfully fond of music and sang a little. People knew that they were courting and,when he sang about the lass that loves a sailor,she always felt pleasantly con

16、fused. He used to call her Poppens out of fun. First of all it had been an excitement for her to have a fellow and then she had begun to like him. He had tales of distant countries. He had started as a deck boy at a pound a month on a ship of the Allan Line going out to Canada. He told her the names

17、 of the ships he had been on and the names of the different services. He had sailed through the Straits of Magellan and he told her stories of the terrible Patagonians. He had fallen on his feet in Buenos Ayres, he said,and had come over to the old country just for a holiday. Of course,her father ha

18、d found out the affair and had forbidden her to have anything to say to him. “I know these sailor chaps,” he said. One day he had quarrelled with Frank and after that she had to meet her lover secretly. The evening deepened in the avenue. The white of two letters in her lap grew indistinct. One was

19、to Harry;the other was to her father. Ernest had been her favourite but she liked Harry too. Her father was becoming old lately,she noticed; he would miss her. Sometimes he could be very nice. Not long before,when she had been laid up for a day,he had read her out a ghost story and made toast for he

20、r at the fire. Another day,when their mother was alive,they had all gone for a picnic to the Hill of Howth. She remembered her father putting on her mothers bonnet to make the children laugh. Her time was running out but she continued to sit by the window, leaning her head against the window curtain

21、,inhaling the odour of dusty cretonne. Down far in the avenue she could hear a street organ playing. She knew the air Strange that it should come that very night to remind her of the promise to her mother, her promise to keep the home together as long as she could. She remembered the last night of h

22、er mothers illness;she was again in the close dark room at the other side of the hall and outside she heard a melancholy air of Italy. The organ-player had been ordered to go away and given sixpence. She remembered her father strutting back into the sickroom saying:“Damned Italians! coming over here

23、!As she mused the pitiful vision of her mothers life laid its spell on the very quick of her being that life of commonplace sacrifices closing in final craziness. She trembled as she heard again her mothers voice saying constantly with foolish insistence:“Derevaun Seraun! Derevaun Seraun!She stood u

24、p in a sudden impulse of terror. Escape! She must escape! Frank would save her. He would give her life, perhaps love,too. But she wanted to live. Why should she be unhappy? She had a right to happiness. Frank would take her in his arms,fold her in his arms. He would save her. She stood among the swa

25、ying crowd in the station at the North Wall. He held her hand and she knew that he was speaking to her, saying something about the passage over and over again. The station was full of soldiers with brown baggages. Through the wide doors of the sheds she caught a glimpse of the black mass of the boat

26、, lying in beside the quay wall,with illumined portholes. She answered nothing. She felt her cheek pale and cold and,out of a maze of distress, she prayed to God to direct her,to show her what was her duty. The boat blew a long mournful whistle into the mist. If she went,tomorrow she would be on the

27、 sea with Frank,steaming towards Buenos Ayres. Their passage had been booked. Could she still draw back after all he had done for her?Her distress awoke a nausea in her body and she kept moving her lips in silent fervent prayer. A bell clanged upon her heart. She felt him seize her hand:“Come!All th

28、e seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her. She gripped with both hands at the iron railing. No! No! It was impossible. Her hands clutched the iron in frenzy. Amid the seas she sent a cry of anguish. “Eveline!Evvy!He rushed beyond the barrier and ca

29、lled to her to follow. He was shouted at to go on but he still called to her. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition. 她坐在窗前看着黄昏涌上大街。她的头靠在窗帘上,鼻孔里满是提花窗帘布上的尘土气味。她累了。很少有人走过。最后一所房子里的那个男人经过这里往家走;她听见他啪嗒啪嗒的脚步声走过水泥道,然后又嘎吱嘎吱地踩在新红房子前的煤渣小路上。过去那里曾经有一块空地,他们每晚都在空地上和其他家的孩子一起玩耍。后来一个贝尔法斯特来的男人买走了那块地并在那里建了房子与他们棕色的小房子不同,他的房子是明亮的砖房还有闪亮的屋顶。这条街的孩子们过去总是在那块地上玩迪瓦恩家的,沃特家的,邓恩家的,瘸子小基奥,她和她的兄弟姐妹。但是欧内斯特却从来没有玩过,他太大了。她的父亲经常用他那根黑刺李木的拐杖到地里把她们赶出去;但小基奥总是站岗,一看见她的父亲过来就大声喊。即使这样他们那时似乎