外国名著呼啸山庄中英文版.docx
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外国名著呼啸山庄中英文版
WutheringHeights
■1MrLockwoodvisitsWutheringHeights
Ihavejustreturnedfromavisittomylandlord,MrHeathcliff.IamdelightedwiththehouseIamrentingfromhim.ThrushcrossGrangeismilesawayfromanytownorvillage.Thatsuitsmeperfectly.AndthesceneryhereinYorkshireissobeautiful!
MrHeathcliff,infact,ismyonlyneighbour,andIthinkhischaracterissimilartomine.Hedoesnotlikepeopleeither.
‘MynameisLockwood,’Isaid,whenImethimatthegatetohishouse.‘I'mrentingThrushcrossGrangefromyou.Ijustwantedtocomeandintroducemyself.’
Hesaidnothing,butfrowned,anddidnotencouragemetoenter.Afterawhile,however,hedecidedtoinvitemein.
‘Joseph,takeMrLockwood'shorse!
’hecalled.‘Andbringupsomewinefromthecellar!
’Josephwasaveryoldservant,withasourexpressiononhisface.Helookedcrosslyupatmeashetookmyhorse.
‘Godhelpus!
Avisitor!
’hemutteredtohimself.Perhapstherewerenootherservants,Ithought.AnditseemedthatMrHeathcliffhardlyeverreceivedguests.
HishouseiscalledWutheringHeights.Thenamemeans‘awindswepthouseonahill’,anditisaverygooddescription.Thetreesaroundthehousedonotgrowstraight,butarebentbythenorthwind,whichblowsoverthemoorseverydayoftheyear.Fortunately,thehouseisstronglybuilt,andisnotdamagedevenbytheworstwinterstorms.Thename‘Earn-shaw’iscutintoastoneoverthefrontdoor.
MrHeathcliffandIenteredthehugemainroom.ItcouldhavebeenanyYorkshirefarmhousekitchen,exceptthattherewasnosignofcooking,andnofarmersittingatthetable.MrHeathcliffcertainlydoesnotlooklikeafarmer.Hishairandskinaredark,likeagipsy's,buthehasthemannersofagentleman.Hecouldperhapstakemorecarewithhisappearance,butheishandsome.Ithinkheisproud,andalsounhappy.
Wesatdownbythefire,insilence.
‘Joseph!
'shoutedMrHeathcliff.Noanswercamefromthecellar,sohediveddownthere,leavingmealonewithseveralratherfierce-lookingdogs.Suddenlyoneofthemjumpedangrilyupatme,andinamomentalltheotherswereattackingme.Fromeveryshadowycornerinthegreatroomappearedagrowlinganimal,readytokillme,itseemed.
‘Help!
MrHeathcliff!
Help!
’Ishouted,tryingtokeepthedogsback.Mylandlordandhisservantwereinnohurrytohelp,andcouldnothaveclimbedthecellarstepsmoreslowly,butluckilyawoman,whoIsupposedwasthehousekeeper,rushedintotheroomtocalmthedogs.
‘Whatthedevilisthematter?
’MrHeathcliffaskedmerudely,whenhefinallyenteredtheroom.
‘Yourdogs,sir!
’Ireplied.‘Youshouldn'tleaveastrangerwiththem.They'redangerous.’
‘Come,come,MrLockwood.Havesomewine.Wedon'toftenhavestrangershere,andI'mafraidneitherInormydogsareusedtoreceivingthem.’
Icouldnotfeeloffendedafterthis,andacceptedthewine.Wesatdrinkingandtalkingtogetherforawhile.Isuggestedvisitinghimtomorrow.Hedidnotseemeagertoseemeagain,butIshallgoanyway.Iaminterestedinhim,evenifheisn'tinterestedinme.
TwodayslaterYesterdayafternoonwasmistyandbitterlycold,butIwalkedthefourmilestoWutheringHeightsandarrivedjustasitwasbeginningtosnow.Ibangedonthefrontdoorfortenminutes,gettingcolderandcolder.FinallyJoseph'sheadappearedatawindowofoneofthefarmbuildings.
‘Whatdoyouwant?
’hegrowled.
‘Couldyouletmein?
’Iaskeddesperately.
Heshookhishead.‘There'sonlyMrsHeathcliffindoors,andshewon'topenthedoortoyou.’
ItwassnowingheavilynowandIwasverycold.Itriedtoopenthedoorbutitwaslocked.Justthenayoungmanappearedinthecourtyardandmadeasignwithhishandtellingmetofollowhim.WewentthroughthebackdoorandintothebigroomwhereIhadbeenbefore.Iwasdelightedtoseeawarmfireandatablefulloffood.Andthistimetherewasawomansittingbythefire.ShemustbeMrsHeathcliff,Ithought.Ihadnotimaginedmylandlordwasmarried.Shelookedatmecoldlywithoutsayinganything.
‘Terribleweather!
’Iremarked.Therewassilence.
‘Whatabeautifulanimal!
’Itriedagain,pointingtooneofthedogsthathadattackedme.Shestillsaidnothing,butgotuptomakethetea.Shewasonlyaboutseventeen,withthemostbeautifullittlefaceIhadeverseen.Hergoldenwavyhairfellaroundhershoulders.Hereyeswerebeautifulbuttherewasadisagreeableexpressioninthem.
‘Haveyoubeeninvitedtotea?
'sheaskedmecrossly.
‘No,butyouaretheproperpersontoinviteme,’Ismiled.
Forsomereasonthisreallyannoyedher.Shestoppedmakingthetea,andthrewherselfangrilybackinherchair.Meanwhiletheyoungmanwasstaringaggressivelyatme.Icouldn’tdecideifhewasaservantornot.Hewasdressedlikeoneandspokelikeone.Histhickbrowncurlswereuncombedandhishandsandfacewerebrownfromworkingoutside.Helookedlikeafarmworker,butseemedtobepartofthefamily.Buthismannerwasproudandfree,notlikeaservant’s.Ididnotfeelatallcomfortable.AtlastHeathcliffcamein.
‘HereIam,sir,asIpromised!
’Isaidcheerfully.
‘Youshouldn'thavecome,’heanswered,shakingthesnowoffhisclothes.‘You'llneverfindyourwaybackinthedark.’
‘AndI’mafraidI’llhavetostayhereunitlthesnowstops.PerhapsyoucouldlendmeaservanttoguidemebacktotheGrange?
’Iasked.
‘No,Icouldn't.Therearen'tanyservantshereexceptJosephandthehousekeeper.Gettheteaready,willyou?
’headdedfiercelytotheyoungwoman.Iwasshockedbyhisunpleasantness.
Wepulledourchairstothetablewhilethegirlpouredthetea.Wedrankourteainsilenceandtherewasaverytenseatmosphereintheroom.IthoughtitwasmyfaultsoItriedtomakeconversationwiththethreesilentpeopleroundthetable.
‘Howhappyyoumustbe,MrHeathcliff,’Ibegan,‘inthisquietplace,withyourwifeand—’
‘Mywife!
’Heathcliffexclaimedlookintgaourndhim.‘Where?
Areyoutalkingaboutherspirit?
’
IsuddenlyrealizedIhadmadeaseriousmistake.Sohiswifewasdead!
Ofcoursehewastoooldtobemarriedtothatyounggirl.Shemustbemarriedtotheyoungmannexttome,whowasdrinkinghisteaoutofabowlandeatinghisbreadwithunwashedhands.Perhapsthepoorgirlhadfoundnoonebettertomarryinthisuninhabitedarea.Iturnedpolitelytotheyoungman.
‘Ah,soyouarethislady'shusband!
’Thiswasworsethanbefore.Hisfacewentred,andheseemedonlyjustabletostophimselfhittingme.HemutteredsomethingIcouldnothear.
‘Wrongagain,MrLockwood,'saidMrHeathcliff.‘No,herhusband,myson,isdead.This,’headded,lookingscornfullyattheyoungman,‘iscertainlynotmyson.’
‘MynameisHaretonEarnshaw,’growledtheyoungman.
TheatmospherebegantodepressmeandIpromisedmyselfnottomakeathirdvisittoWutheringHeights.
Wefinishedourmealinsilence,andwhenIlookedoutofthewindow,allIcouldseewasdarknessandsnow.
‘Idon'tthinkIcangethomewithoutaguide,’Isaidpolitely.Nooneansweredme.Iturnedtothewoman.
‘MrsHeathcliff,’Ibegged,‘WhatcanIdo?
Pleasehelpme!
’
‘Taketheroadyoucameon,'sherepliedwithoutinterest,openingabook.‘That'sthebestadviceIcangive.’
‘MrHeathcliff,I'llhavetostayhereforthenight!
’Itoldhim.
‘Ihopethatwillteachyounottowalkoverthemoorsinbadweather,’heanswered.‘Idon'tkeepguestbedrooms.YoucanshareabedwithHaretonorJoseph.’
IwassoangrywiththemallthatIcouldnotstaythereamomentlonger,andrushedoutintothedarkness.IsawJosephbythebackdoor,caughtholdofthelamphewascarrying,andranwithittothegate.Butthedogschasedaftermeandattackedme,knockingmedown.HeathcliffandHaretonstoodatthedoor,laughing,asIshoutedatthedogsandtriedtogetup.TheysatonmeuntilHeathcliffandHaretonarrivedandpulledthemoff.IntheendIwasagainrescuedbythehousekeeper,Zillah,whoorderedawaythedogsandhelpedmetomyfeet.
IwassobruisedandexhaustedthatIdidnotfeelstrongenoughtowalkhome,andalthoughIdidnotwantto,IhadtospendthenightatWutheringHeights.Nobodywishedmegoodnight,asZillahtookmeupstairstofindabedforme.
■2CatherineEarnshaw'sroom
‘Quietly,sir!
’whisperedthehousekeeper,asweclimbedupthedarkstairs.‘Mymasterwillbeangryifhediscoverswhichbedroomyou'resleepingin.Forsomereasonhedoesn'twantanyonetosleepthere,Idon'tknowwhy.They'restrangepeopleinthishouse,youknow.Here'stheroom,sir.
ButIwastootiredtolisten.‘Thankyou,Zillah,’Isaid,and,takingthecandle,Ienteredtheroomandclosedthedoor.
Theonlypieceoffurnitureinthelarge,dustybedroomwasabed,placednexttothewindow.Therewereheavycurtainswhichcouldbepulledaroundit,tohidethesleeperfromanyoneelseintheroom.LookinginsidethecurtainsIsawalittleshelffullofbooks,justunderthewindow.Iputmycandledownontheshelf,anddroppedthankfullyontothebed.Iclosedthecurtainsaroundthebed,andfeltsafefromHeathcliffandeveryoneelseatWutheringHeights.
Inoticedthattherewerenameswrittenonthewallinchildishhandwriting—CatherineEarnshaw,CatherineHeathcliffandCatherineLinton.ThenIfellasleep,butIwaswokenverysuddenlybyasmellofburning.MycandlehadfallenontoaBibleontheshelfandwasburningit.WhenIopenedtheBibletoseeifitwasdamaged,Ifoundthatwherevertherewasanemptypage,orhalfapage,someonehadwrittenonit,andonthefirstpagewaswritten‘CatherineEarnshaw'sdiary,1776’.Whowasthegirlwhohadsleptinthisbed,writtenhernameonthewall,andthenwrittenherdiaryintheBible,twenty-fiveyearsago?
Ireaditwithinterest.
‘HowIhatemybrotherHindley!
’itbegan.‘Heissoc
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