《呼啸山庄》有声名著第三十四章01(中英对照)

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《呼啸山庄》有声名著第三十四章01(中英对照)

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《呼啸山庄》是英国女作家勃朗特姐妹之一艾米莉·勃朗特的作品。小说描写吉卜赛弃儿希 斯克利夫被山庄老主人收养后,因受辱和恋爱不遂,外出致富,回来后对与其女友凯瑟琳结婚的地主林顿及其子女进行报复的故事。全篇充满强烈的反压迫、争幸福 的斗争精神,又始终笼罩着离奇、紧张的浪漫气氛。它开始曾被人看做是年青女作家脱离现实的天真幻想,但结合其所描写地区激烈的阶级斗争和英国的社会现象, 它不久便被评论界高度肯定,并受到读者的热烈欢迎。根据这部小说改编的影视作品至今久演不衰。

Chapter34-01

For some days after that evening, Mr Heathcliff shunned meeting us at meals; yet he would not consent formally to exclude Hareton and Cathy. He had an aversion to yielding so completely to his feelings, choosing rather to absent himself; and eating once in twenty-four hours seemed sufficient sustenance for him.

One night, after the family were in bed, I heard him go downstairs, and out at the front door. I did not hear him re-enter, and in the morning I found he was still away. We were in April then: the weather was sweet and warm, the grass as green as showers and sun could make it, and the two dwarf apple trees near the southern wall in full bloom. After breakfast, Catherine insisted on my bringing a chair and sitting with my work under the fir trees at the end of the house; and she beguiled Hareton, who had perfectly recovered from his accident, to dig and arrange her little garden, which was shifted to that corner by the influence of Joseph's complaints. I was comfortably revelling in the spring fragrance around, and the beautiful soft blue overhead, when my young lady, who had run down near the gate to procure some primrose roots for a border, returned only half laden, and informed us that Mr Heathcliff was coming in. `And he spoke to me,' she added, with a perplexed countenance.

"What did he say?' asked Hareton.

`He told me to begone as fast as I could,' she answered. `But he looked so different from his usual look that I stopped a moment to stare at him.'

`How?' he inquired.

`Why, almost bright and cheerful. No, almost nothing--very much excited, and wild and glad!' she replied.

`Night walking amuses him, then,' I remarked, affecting a careless manner: in reality as surprised as she was, and anxious to ascertain the truth of her statement; for to see the master looking glad would not be an everyday spectacle. I framed an excuse to go in. Heathcliff stood at the open door, he was pale, and he trembled: yet, certainly, he had a strange, joyful glitter in his eyes, that altered the aspect of his whole face.

`Will you have some breakfast?' I said. `You must be hungry, rambling about all night!' I wanted to discover where he had been, but I did not like to ask directly.

`No, I'm not hungry,' he answered, averting his head, and speaking rather contemptuously, as if he guessed I was trying to divine the occasion of his good humour.

I felt perplexed: I didn't know whether it were not a proper opportunity to offer a bit of admonition.

`I don't think it right to wander out of doors,' I observed, `instead of being in bed: it is not wise, at any rate, this moist season. I dare say you'll catch a bad cold, or a fever: you have something the matter with you now!'

`Nothing but what I can bear,' he replied; `and with the greatest pleasure, provided you'll leave me alone; get in, and don't annoy me.'

I obeyed: and, in passing, I noticed he breathed as fast as a cat.

`Yes!' I reflected to myself, `we shall have a fit of illness. I cannot conceive what he has been doing.'

That noon he sat down to dinner with us, and received a heaped-up plate from my hands, as if he intended to make amends for previous fasting.

`I've neither cold nor fever, Nelly,' he remarked, in allusion to my morning's speech; `and I'm ready to do justice to the food you give me.

He took his knife and fork, and was going to commence eating, when the inclination appeared to become suddenly extinct. He laid them on the table, looked eagerly towards the window, then rose and went out. `We saw him walking to and fro in the garden while we concluded our meal, and Earnshaw said he'd go and ask why he would not dine: he thought we had grieved him some way.

`Well, is he coming?' cried Catherine, when her cousin returned.

`Nay,' he answered; `but he's not angry: he seemed rare and pleased indeed; only I made him impatient by speaking to him twice; and then he bid me be off to you: he wondered how I could want the company of anybody else.'

I set his plate to keep warm on the fender; and after an hour or two he re-entered, when the room was clear, in no degree calmer: the same unnatural--it was unnatural--appearance of joy under his black brows; the same bloodless hue, and his teeth visible, now and then, in a kind of smile; his frame shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates--a strong thrilling, rather than trembling.

I will ask what is the matter, I thought; or who should? And I exclaimed:

`Have you heard any good news, Mr Heathcliff? You look uncommonly animated.'

`Where should good news come from to me?' he said. `I'm animated with hunger; and, seemingly, I must not eat.'

`Your dinner is here,' I returned; `why won't you get it?'

`I don't want it now;' he muttered hastily; `I'll wait till supper. And, Nelly, once for all, let me beg you to warn Hareton and the other away from me. I wish to be troubled by nobody: I wish to have this place to myself.'

`Is there some new reason for this banishment?' I inquired. `Tell me why you are so queer, Mr Heathcliff? `Where were you last night? I'm not putting the question through idle curiosity, but--'

`You are putting the question through very idle curiosity,' he interrupted, with a laugh. `Yet I'll answer it. Last night I was on the threshold of hell. Today, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me! And now you'd better go! You'll neither see nor hear anything to frighten you, if you refrain from prying.'

Having swept the hearth and wiped the table, I departed; more perplexed than ever.

He did not quit the house again that afternoon, and no one intruded on his solitude; till, at eight o'clock, I deemed it proper, though unsummoned, to carry a candle and his supper to him. He was leaning against the ledge of an open lattice, but not looking out: his face was turned to the interior gloom. The fire had smouldered to ashes; the room was filled with the damp, mild air of the cloudy evening; and so still, that not only the murmur of the beck down Gimmerton was distinguishable, but its ripples and its gurgling over the pebbles, or through the large stones which it could not cover. I uttered an ejaculation of discontent at seeing the dismal grate, and commenced shutting the casements, one after another, till I came to his.

`Must I close this?' I asked, in order to rouse him; for he would not stir.

The light flashed on his features as I spoke. Oh, Mr Lockwood, I cannot express what a terrible start I got by the momentary view! Those deep black eyes! That smile, and ghastly paleness! It appeared to me, not Mr Heathcliff, but a goblin; and, in my terror, I let the candle bend towards the wall, and it left me in darkness.

`Yes, close it,' he replied, in his familiar voice. `There, that is pure awkwardness! Why did you hold the candle horizontally? Be quick, and bring another.'

I hurried out in a foolish state of dread, and said to Joseph: `The master wishes you to take him a light and rekindle the fire.'

For I dare not go in myself again just then.

Joseph rattled some fire into the shovel, and went; but he brought it back immediately, with the supper tray in his other hand, explaining that Mr Heathcliff was going to bed, and he wanted nothing to eat till morning. We heard him mount the stairs directly; he did not proceed to his ordinary chamber, but turned into that with the panelled bed: its window, as I mentioned before, is wide enough for anybody to get through; and it struck me that he plotted another midnight excursion, of which he had rather we had no suspicion.

`Is he a ghoul or a vampire?' I mused. I had read of such hideous incarnate demons. And then I set myself to reflect how I had tended him in infancy, and watched him grow to youth, and followed him almost through his whole course; and what absurd nonsense it was to yield to that sense of horror. `But where did he come from, the little dark thing, harboured by a good man to his bane?' muttered Superstition, as I dozed into unconsciousness. And I began, half dreaming, to weary myself with imagining some fit parentage for him; and, repeating my waking meditations, I tracked his existence over again, with grim variations; at last, picturing his death and funeral: of which, all I can remember is, being exceedingly vexed at having the task of dictating an inscription for his monument, and consulting the sexton about it; and, as he had no surname, and we could not `tell his age, we were obliged to content ourselves with the single word, `Heathcliff'. That came true: we were. If you enter the kirkyard, you'll read on his headstone, only that, and the date of his death.



第三十四章01

那天晚上之后,有好几天,希刺克厉夫先生避免在吃饭时候遇见我们;但是他不愿意正式地承认不想要哈里顿和凯蒂在场。他厌恶自己完全屈从于自己的感情,宁可自己不来;

而且在二十四小时内吃一顿饭在他似乎是足够了。

一天夜里,家里人全都睡了,我听见他下楼,出了前门。我没有听见他再进来,到了早上我发现他还是没回来。那时正是在四月里,天气温和悦人,青草被雨水和阳光滋养得要多绿有多绿,靠南墙的两棵矮苹果树正在盛开时节。早饭后,凯瑟琳坚持要我搬出一把椅子带着我的活计,坐在这房子尽头的枞树底下,她又引诱那早已把他的不幸之事丢开的哈里顿给她挖掘并布置她的小花园,这小花园,受了约瑟夫诉苦的影响,已经移到那个角落里去了。我正在尽情享受四周的春天的香气和头顶上那美丽的淡淡的蓝天,这时我的小姐,她原是跑到大门去采集些樱草根围花圃的,只带了一半就回来了,并且告诉我们希刺克厉夫先生进来了。“他还跟我说话来着,“她又说,带着迷惑不解的神情。

“他说什么?“哈里顿问。

“他告诉我尽可能赶快走开,“她回答。“可是他看来和平常的样子太不同了,我就盯了他一会。“

“怎么不同?“他问。

“唉,几乎是兴高采烈,挺开心的。不,几乎没有什么——

非常兴奋,急切,而且高高兴兴的!“

“那么是夜间的散步使他开心啦,“我说,作出不介意的神气。其实我和她一样地惊奇,并且很想去证实她所说的事实,因为并不是每天都可以看见主人高兴的神色的。我编造了一个借口走过去了。希刺克厉夫站在门口。他的脸是苍白的,而且他在发抖,可是,确实在他眼里有一种奇异的欢乐的光辉,使他整个面容都改了样。

“你要吃点早餐吗?“我说。“你荡了一整夜,一定饿了!“

我想知道他到哪里去了,可是我不愿直接问。

“不,我不饿,“他回答,掉过他的头,说得简直有点轻蔑的样子,好像他猜出我是在想推测他的兴致的缘由。

我觉得很惶惑。我不知道现在是不是奉献忠告的合适机会。

“我认为在门外闲荡,而不去睡觉,是不对的。“我说,“无论怎么样,在这个潮湿的季度里,这是不聪明的。我敢说你一定要受凉,或者发烧:你现在就有点不大对了!“

“我什么都受得了,“他回答,“而且以极大的愉快来承受,只要你让我一个人呆着:进去吧,不要打搅我。“

我服从了;在我走过他身边时,我注意到他呼吸快得像只猫一样。

“是的,“我自己想着:“要有场大病了。我想不出他刚刚作了什么事。“

那天中午他坐下来和我们一块吃饭,而且从我手里接过一个堆得满满的盘子,好像他打算补偿先前的绝食似的。

“我没受凉,也没发烧,耐莉。“他说,指的是我早上说的话,“你给我这些吃的,我得领情。“

他拿起他的刀叉,正要开始吃,忽然又转念了。他把刀叉放在桌上,对着窗子热切地望着,然后站起来出去了。我们吃完饭,还看见他在花园里走来走去,恩萧说他得去问问为什么不吃饭:他以为我们一定不知怎么让他难受了。

“喂,他来了吗?“当表哥回转来时,凯瑟琳叫道。

“没有,“他回答道,“可是他不是生气。他的确仿佛很少有这样高兴;倒是我对他说话说了两遍使他不耐烦了,然后他叫我到你这儿来;他奇怪我怎么还要找别人作伴。“

我把他的盘子放在炉栅上热着,过了一两个钟头,他又进来了,这时屋里人都出去了,他并没平静多少:在他黑眉毛下面仍然现出同样不自然的——的确是不自然的——欢乐的表情。还是血色全无,他的牙齿时不时地显示出一种微笑;他浑身发抖,不像是一个人冷得或衰弱得发抖,而是像一根拉紧了的弦在颤动——简直是一种强烈的震颤,而不是发抖了。

我想,我一定要问问这是怎么回事;不然谁该问呢?我就叫道:

“你听说了什么好消息,希刺克厉夫先生?你望着像非常兴奋似的。“

“从哪里会有好消息送来给我呢?“他说。“我是饿得兴奋,好像又吃不下。“

“你的饭就在这儿“我回答,“你为什么不拿去吃呢?“

“现在我不要,“他急忙喃喃地说。“我要等到吃晚饭的时候,耐莉,就只这一次吧,我求你警告哈里顿和别人都躲开我。我只求没有人来搅我。我愿意自己待在这地方。“

“有什么新的理由要这样隔离呢?“我问。“告诉我你为什么这样古怪,希刺克厉夫先生?你昨天夜里去哪儿啦?我不是出于无聊的好奇来问这话,可是——“

“你是出于非常无聊的好奇来问这话,“他插嘴,大笑一声。“可是,我要答复你的。昨天夜里我是在地狱的门槛上。今天,我望得见我的天堂了。我亲眼看到了,离开我不到三尺!现在你最好走开吧!如果你管住自己,不窥探的话,你不会看到或听到什么使你害怕的事。“

扫过炉台、擦过桌子之后,我走开了,更加惶惑不安了。

那天下午他没再离开屋子,也没人打搅他的孤独,直到八点钟时,虽然我没有被召唤,我以为该给他送去一支蜡烛和他的晚饭了。

他正靠着开着的窗台边,可并没有向外望;他的脸对着屋里的黑暗。炉火已经烧成灰烬;屋子里充满了阴天晚上的潮湿温和的空气;如此静,不止是吉默吞那边流水淙淙可以很清楚地听到,就连它的涟波潺潺,以及它冲过小石子上或穿过那些它不能淹没的大石头中间的汩汩声也听得见。我一看到那阴暗的炉子便发出一声不满意的惊叫,我开始关窗子,一扇一扇地关,直到我来到他靠着的那扇窗子跟前。

“要不要关上这扇?“我问,为的是要唤醒他,因为他一动也不动。

我说话时,烛光闪到他的面容上。啊,洛克乌德先生,我没法说出我一下子看到他时为何大吃一惊!那对深陷的黑眼睛!那种微笑和像死人一般的苍白,在我看来,那不是希刺克厉夫先生,却是一个恶鬼;我吓得拿不住蜡烛,竟歪到墙上,屋里顿时黑了。

“好吧,关上吧,“他用平时的声音回答着,“哪,这纯粹是笨!你为什么把蜡烛横着拿呢?赶快再拿一支来。“

我处于一种吓呆了的状态,匆匆忙忙跑出去,跟约瑟夫说——“主人要你给他拿支蜡烛,再把炉火生起来。“因为那时我自己再也不敢进去了。

约瑟夫在煤斗里装了些煤,进去了,可是他立刻又回来了,另一只手端着晚餐盘子,说是希刺克厉夫先生要上床睡了,今晚不要吃什么了。我们听见他径直上楼;他没有去他平时睡的卧室,却转到有嵌板床的那间:我在前面提到过,那间卧室的窗子是宽得足够让任何人爬进爬出的,这使我忽然想到他打算再一次夜游,而不想让我们生疑。

“他是一个食尸鬼,还是一个吸血鬼呢?“我冥想着。我读过关于这类可怕的化身鬼怪的书。然后我又回想在他幼年时我曾怎样照顾他,守着他长成青年,几乎我这一辈子都是跟着他的,而现在我被这种恐怖之感所压倒是多荒谬的事啊。

“可是这个小黑东西,被一个好人庇护着,直到这个好人死去,他是从哪儿来的呢?“在我昏昏睡去的时候,迷信在咕哝着。我开始半醒半梦地想象他的父母该是怎样的人,这些想象使我自己很疲劳;而且,重回到我醒时的冥想,我把他充满悲惨遭遇的一生又追溯了一遍,最后,又想到他的去世和下葬,关于这一点,我只能记得,是为他墓碑上的刻字的事情特别烦恼,还去和看坟的人商议;因为他既没有姓,我们又说不出他的年龄,就只好刻上一个“希刺克厉夫“。这梦应验了;我们就这样作的。如果你去墓园,你可以在他的墓碑上读到只有那个字,以及他的死期。