英文名著精选阅读:《红字》第十六章(下)
Chapter 16 A FOREST WALK
第十六章 林中散步
"Didst thou ever awake, and find thy mother gone?" asked Hester.
“你夜里醒来时,可曾发现你妈妈出去了?海丝特问。
"Not that I remember," said the child. "If thou fearest to leave me in our cottage, thou mightest take me along with thee. I would very gladly go! But, mother, tell me now! Is there such a Black Man? And didst thou ever meet him? And is this his mark?"
“我不记得有过,孩子说。“要是你害怕把我一个人留在咱们的小屋里,你可以带我一块儿去那儿嘛。我可高兴去呢!不过,妈妈,现在就告诉我吧!有没有这么一个黑男人?你到底见过他没有?这红字是不是他的记号?
"Wilt thou let me be at peace if I once tell thee?" asked her mother.
“要是我告诉你,你肯不肯让我安静安静?她母亲问。
"Yes, if thou tellest me all," answered Pearl.
“成,你可得全告诉我,珠儿回答。
"Once in my life I met the Black Man!" said her mother. "This scarlet letter is his mark!"
“我活这么大就见过那黑男人一次!她母亲说。“这个红字就是他的记号!
Thus conversing, they entered sufficiently deep into the wood to securethemselves from the observation of any casual passenger along the forest track. Here they sat down on a luxuriantheapof moss; which, at some epochof the preceding century, had been a giganticpine, with its roots and trunk in the darksome shade, and its head aloftin the upper atmosphere. It was a little dellwhere they had seated themselves, with a leaf-strewn bank rising gently on either side, and a brook flowing through the midst, over a bed of fallen and drowned leaves. The trees impendingover it had flung down great branches, from time to time, which choked up the current, and compelled it to form eddiesand black depths at some points; while, in its swifter and livelier passages, there appeared a channel-way of pebbles, and brown, sparklingsand. Letting the eyes follow along the course of the stream, they could catch the reflected light from its water, at some short distance within the forest, but soon lost all traces of it amid the bewildermentof tree-trunks and underbrush, and here and there a huge rock covered over with grey lichens. All these giant trees and boulders of granite seemed intent on making a mystery of the course of this small brook; fearing, perhaps, that, with its never-ceasing loquacity, it should whisper tales out of the heart of the old forest whence it flowed, or mirror its revelationson the smooth surface of a pool. Continually, indeed, as it stole onward, the streamlet kept up a babble, kind, quiet, soothing, but melancholy, like the voice of a young child that was spending its infancy without playfulness, and knew not how to be merry among sad acquaintance and events of sombrehue.
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