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1、【英文读物】小白鸟 The Little White BirdChapter 1 David and I Set Forth Upon a JourneySometimes the little boy who calls me father brings me an invitation from his mother: “I shall be so pleased if you will come and see me,” and I always reply in some such words as these: “Dear madam, I decline.” And if Davi

2、d asks why I decline, I explain that it is because I have no desire to meet the woman.“Come this time, father,” he urged lately, “for it is her birthday, and she is twenty-six,” which is so great an age to David, that I think he fears she cannot last much longer.“Twenty-six, is she, David?” I replie

3、d. “Tell her I said she looks more.”I had my delicious dream that night. I dreamt that I too was twenty-six, which was a long time ago, and that I took train to a place called my home, whose whereabouts I see not in my waking hours, and when I alighted at the station a dear lost love was waiting for

4、 me, and we went away together. She met me in no ecstasy of emotion, nor was I surprised to find her there; it was as if we had been married for years and parted for a day. I like to think that I gave her some of the things to carry.Were I to tell my delightful dream to Davids mother, to whom I have

5、 never in my life addressed one word, she would droop her head and raise it bravely, to imply that I make her very sad but very proud, and she would be wishful to lend me her absurd little pocket handkerchief. And then, had I the heart, I might make a disclosure that would startle her, for it is not

6、 the face of Davids mother that I see in my dreams.Has it ever been your lot, reader, to be persecuted by a pretty woman who thinks, without a tittle of reason, that you are bowed down under a hopeless partiality for her? It is thus that I have been pursued for several years now by the unwelcome sym

7、pathy of the tender-hearted and virtuous Mary A-. When we pass in the street the poor deluded soul subdues her buoyancy, as if it were shame to walk happy before one she has lamed, and at such times the rustle of her gown is whispered words of comfort to me, and her arms are kindly wings that wish I

8、 was a little boy like David. I also detect in her a fearful elation, which I am unaware of until she has passed, when it comes back to me like a faint note of challenge. Eyes that say you never must, nose that says why dont you? and a mouth that says I rather wish you could: such is the portrait of

9、 Mary A- as she and I pass by.Once she dared to address me, so that she could boast to David that I had spoken to her. I was in the Kensington Gardens, and she asked would I tell her the time please, just as children ask, and forget as they run back with it to their nurse. But I was prepared even fo

10、r this, and raising my hat I pointed with my staff to a clock in the distance. She should have been overwhelmed, but as I walked on listening intently, I thought with displeasure that I heard her laughing.Her laugh is very like Davids, whom I could punch all day in order to hear him laugh. I dare sa

11、y she put this laugh into him. She has been putting qualities in David, altering him, turning him for ever on a lathe since the day she first knew him, and indeed long before, and all so deftly that he is still called a child of nature. When you release Davids hand he is immediately lost like an arr

12、ow from the bow. No sooner do you cast eyes on him than you are thinking of birds. It is difficult to believe that he walks to the Kensington Gardens; he always seems to have alighted there: and were I to scatter crumbs I opine he would come and peck. This is not what he set out to be; it is all the

13、 doing of that timid-looking lady who affects to be greatly surprised by it. He strikes a hundred gallant poses in a day; when he tumbles, which is often, he comes to the ground like a Greek god; so Mary A- has willed it. But how she suffers that he may achieve! I have seen him climbing a tree while

14、 she stood beneath in unutterable anguish; she had to let him climb, for boys must be brave, but I am sure that, as she watched him, she fell from every branch.David admires her prodigiously; he thinks her so good that she will be able to get him into heaven, however naughty he is. Otherwise he woul

15、d trespass less light-heartedly. Perhaps she has discovered this; for, as I learn form him, she warned him lately that she is not such a dear as he thinks her.“I am very sure of it,” I replied.“Is she such a dear as you think her?” he asked me.“Heaven help her,” I said, “if she be not dearer than th

16、at.”Heaven help all mothers if they be not really dears, for their boy will certainly know it in that strange short hour of the day when every mother stands revealed before her little son. That dread hour ticks between six and seven; when children go to bed later the revelation has ceased to come. H

17、e is lapt in for the night now and lies quietly there, madam, with great, mysterious eyes fixed upon his mother. He is summing up your day. Nothing in the revelations that kept you together and yet apart in playtime can save you now; you two are of no age, no experience of life separates you; it is

18、the boys hour, and you have come up for judgment. “Have I done well to-day, my son?” You have got to say it, and nothing may you hide from him; he knows all. How like your voice has grown to his, but more tremulous, and both so solemn, so unlike the voice of either of you by day.“You were a little u

19、njust to me to-day about the apple; were you not, mother?”Stand there, woman, by the foot of the bed and cross your hands and answer him.“Yes, my son, I was. I thought-”But what you thought will not affect the verdict.“Was it fair, mother, to say that I could stay out till six, and then pretend it w

20、as six before it was quite six?”“No, it was very unfair. I thought-”“Would it have been a lie if I had said it was quite six?”“Oh, my son, my son! I shall never tell you a lie again.”“No, mother, please dont.”“My boy, have I done well to-day on the whole?”Suppose he were unable to say yes.These are

21、the merest peccadilloes, you may say. Is it then a little thing to be false to the agreement you signed when you got the boy? There are mothers who avoid their children in that hour, but this will not save them. Why is it that so many women are afraid to be left alone with their thoughts between six

22、 and seven? I am not asking this of you, Mary. I believe that when you close Davids door softly there is a gladness in your eyes, and the awe of one who knows that the God to whom little boys say their prayers has a face very like their mothers.I may mention here that David is a stout believer in pr

23、ayer, and has had his first fight with another young Christian who challenged him to the jump and prayed for victory, which David thought was taking an unfair advantage.“So Mary is twenty-six! I say, David, she is getting on. Tell her that I am coming in to kiss her when she is fifty-two.”He told he

24、r, and I understand that she pretended to be indignant. When I pass her in the street now she pouts. Clearly preparing for our meeting. She has also said, I learn, that I shall not think so much of her when she is fifty-two, meaning that she will not be so pretty then. So little does the sex know of

25、 beauty. Surely a spirited old lady may be the prettiest sight in the world. For my part, I confess that it is they, and not the young ones, who have ever been my undoing. Just as I was about to fall in love I suddenly found that I preferred the mother. Indeed, I cannot see a likely young creature w

26、ithout impatiently considering her chances for, say, fifty-two. Oh, you mysterious girls, when you are fifty-two we shall find you out; you must come into the open then. If the mouth has fallen sourly yours the blame: all the meannesses your youth concealed have been gathering in your face. But the

27、pretty thoughts and sweet ways and dear, forgotten kindnesses linger there also, to bloom in your twilight like evening primroses.Is it not strange that, though I talk thus plainly to David about his mother, he still seems to think me fond of her? How now, I reflect, what sort of bumpkin is this, an

28、d perhaps I say to him cruelly: “Boy, you are uncommonly like your mother.”To which David: “Is that why you are so kind to me?”I suppose I am kind to him, but if so it is not for love of his mother, but because he sometimes calls me father. On my honour as a soldier, there is nothing more in it than

29、 that. I must not let him know this, for it would make him conscious, and so break the spell that binds him and me together. Oftenest I am but Captain W- to him, and for the best of reasons. He addresses me as father when he is in a hurry only, and never have I dared ask him to use the name. He says

30、, “Come, father,” with an accursed beautiful carelessness. So let it be, David, for a little while longer.I like to hear him say it before others, as in shops. When in shops he asks the salesman how much money he makes in a day, and which drawer he keeps it in, and why his hair is red, and does he l

31、ike Achilles, of whom David has lately heard, and is so enamoured that he wants to die to meet him. At such times the shopkeepers accept me as his father, and I cannot explain the peculiar pleasure this gives me. I am always in two minds then, to linger that we may have more of it, and to snatch him

32、 away before he volunteers the information, “He is not really my father.”When David meets Achilles I know what will happen. They little boy will take the hero by the hand, call him father, and drag him away to some Round Pond.One day, when David was about five, I sent him the following letter: “Dear

33、 David: If you really want to know how it began, will you come and have a chop with me to-day at the club?”Mary, who, I have found out, opens all his letters, gave her consent, and, I doubt not, instructed him to pay heed to what happened so that he might repeat it to her, for despite her curiosity

34、she knows not how it began herself. I chuckled, guessing that she expected something romantic.He came to me arrayed as for a mighty journey, and looking unusually solemn, as little boys always do look when they are wearing a greatcoat. There was a shawl round his neck. “You can take some of them off

35、,” I said, “when we come to summer.”“Shall we come to summer?” he asked, properly awed.“To many summers,” I replied, “for we are going away back, David, to see your mother as she was in the days before there was you.”We hailed a hansom. “Drive back six years,” I said to the cabby, “and stop at the J

36、unior Old Fogies Club.”He was a stupid fellow, and I had to guide him with my umbrella.The streets were not quite as they had been in the morning. For instance, the bookshop at the corner was now selling fish. I dropped David a hint of what was going on.“It doesnt make me littler, does it?” he asked

37、 anxiously; and then, with a terrible misgiving: “It wont make me too little, will it, father?” by which he meant that he hoped it would not do for him altogether. He slipped his hand nervously into mine, and I put it in my pocket.You cant think how little David looked as we entered the portals of t

38、he club.Chapter 2 The Little Nursery GovernessAs I enter the club smoking-room you are to conceive David vanishing into nothingness, and that it is any day six years ago at two in the afternoon. I ring for coffee, cigarette, and cherry brandy, and take my chair by the window, just as the absurd litt

39、le nursery governess comes tripping into the street. I always feel that I have rung for her.While I am lifting the coffee-pot cautiously lest the lid fall into the cup, she is crossing to the post-office; as I select the one suitable lump of sugar she is taking six last looks at the letter; with the

40、 aid of William I light my cigarette, and now she is re-reading the delicious address. I lie back in my chair, and by this time she has dropped the letter down the slit. I toy with my liqueur, and she is listening to hear whether the postal authorities have come for her letter. I scowl at a fellow-m

41、ember who has had the impudence to enter the smoking-room, and her two little charges are pulling her away from the post-office. When I look out at the window again she is gone, but I shall ring for her to-morrow at two sharp.She must have passed the window many times before I noticed her. I know no

42、t where she lives, though I suppose it to be hard by. She is taking the little boy and girl, who bully her, to the St. Jamess Park, as their hoops tell me, and she ought to look crushed and faded. No doubt her mistress overworks her. It must enrage the other servants to see her deporting herself as

43、if she were quite the lady.I noticed that she had sometimes other letters to post, but that the posting of the one only was a process. They shot down the slit, plebeians all, but it followed pompously like royalty. I have even seen her blow a kiss after it.Then there was her ring, of which she was a

44、s conscious as if it rather than she was what came gaily down the street. She felt it through her glove to make sure that it was still there. She took off the glove and raised the ring to her lips, though I doubt not it was the cheapest trinket. She viewed it from afar by stretching out her hand; sh

45、e stooped to see how it looked near the ground; she considered its effect on the right of her and on the left of her and through one eye at a time. Even when you saw that she had made up her mind to think hard of something else, the little silly would take another look.I give any one three chances t

46、o guess why Mary was so happy.No and no and no. The reason was simply this, that a lout of a young man loved her. And so, instead of crying because she was the merest nobody, she must, forsooth, sail jauntily down Pall Mall, very trim as to her tackle, and ticketed with the insufferable air of an en

47、gaged woman. At first her complacency disturbed me, but gradually it became part of my life at two oclock with the coffee, the cigarette, and the liqueur. Now comes the tragedy.Thursday is her great day. She has from two to three every Thursday for her very own; just think of it: this girl, who is p

48、robably paid several pounds a year, gets a whole hour to herself once a week. And what does she with it? Attend classes for making her a more accomplished person? Not she. This is what she does: sets sail for Pall Mall, wearing all her pretty things, including the blue feathers, and with such a spar

49、kle of expectation on her face that I stir my coffee quite fiercely. On ordinary days she at least tries to look demure, but on a Thursday she has had the assurance to use the glass door of the club as a mirror in which to see how she likes her engaging trifle of a figure to-day.In the meantime a long-legged oaf is waiting for her outside the post-office, where they meet every Thursday, a fellow who always wears the same suit of clothes, but has a