【百天聆听】第伍叁天 原典菲律宾语言磨练练教材

3.loud:大声的

简爱

3.put out:熄灭

Part Four: A Mysterious Visitor

One evening, another visitor came to Thornfield Hall. He was a
well-dressed young man with dark hair. He said that his name was Mr
Mason,and that he and Mr Rochester were old friends. But Mr Rochester
looked alarmed when he saw him. His face turned white.

Mr Rochester and Mr Mason talked for a long time that night. They went
to bed very late. I woke up suddenly and heard a terrible scream from
the room above my bedroom. Then there was a lot of noise, as if people
were fighting. There was another loud scream.

‘Help!’ I heard a voice shout. ‘Rochester! Come quickly! Help me!’

I heard doors opening and the sound of someone running. I put on my
clothes and opened my door. All the visitors were awake and standing
outside their doors.

‘What’s happened?’ they cried. ‘Is there a fire? Who screamed?’

Mr Rochester came down the stairs from the attic. His friends crowded
around him, asking him questions. ‘Everything is all right,’ he told
them.

‘But what has happened?’ someone asked.

‘One of the servants had a nightmare that is all. She’s a very nervous
person. She thought that she saw a ghost, and so she screamed. There is
no need to worry. Please go back to bed now.’

One by one, Mr Rochester’s friends went back to their rooms. I also went
back to my room, but soon afterwards, someone knocked at my door. I

opened it and saw Mr Rochester.

‘Jane, can you come with me?’ he asked. I knew from his voice that
something was very wrong.

‘Yes, of course,’ I said, and I followed him down the corridor and up
the stairs to the attic. He unlocked the door of the attic and we
entered the room.

‘Wait here,’ he said. I stayed outside the door of another room, while
he unlocked it and went inside.

Then from behind this door I heard a terrible sound. It sounded like a
wounded animal, crying with rage . Once again I heard that cruel,

frightening laugh. Was Grace Poole inside that room? Mr Rochester came
out and locked the door again.

‘Are you afraid of the sight of blood, Jane?’ he asked me.

‘I don’t think so,’ I replied.

‘Then come into the room with me,’ he said.

I entered the room and saw that Mr Mason was lying on a large bed. His
face was pale, and his eyes were closed. His white shirt was covered in
blood.

‘Is he dead?’ I asked.

‘No,’ Mr Rochester replied. ‘He isn’t badly hurt, but I must go and call
a doctor for him. Will you stay with him until I return?’

Mr Mason moved and tried to speak. Mr Rochester said to him,

‘Don’t try to talk, Mason. You must not speak to Jane while I am away.’

Mr Rochester left me alone with the injured man. He was away for a long
time and I was very frightened. Grace Poole was in the next room, and at
any moment she might come in and try to hurt Mr Mason or me.

After a very long time, Mr Rochester came back with the doctor. Mr
Rochester said to me,

‘Thank you for your help, Jane. Mason is now going to leave Thornfield
Hall. The doctor will take him away to be cared for in a safe place.’ I
helped Mr Rochester and the doctor to get Mr Mason down the stairs and
out of the house.

‘Take care of him, doctor,’ said Mr Rochester. ‘Soon he will be well
enough to go back to the West Indies.’

But before he got into the carriage, Mr Mason said something very
strange.

‘Look after her, Rochester. Promise to look after her.’

‘Yes,’ said Mr Rochester, and his face was very sad. ‘I will always look
after her.’ I wanted to go back to the house and to my bed, but Mr
Rochester put his hand on my arm. ‘Don’t go yet,’ he said. ‘Walk with me
for a while.’

We walked together in the garden.

‘What a night that was,’ Mr Rochester said. ‘Were you afraid, Jane?’

‘Yes, I was,’ I replied. ‘While I waited for you in the attic, I heard
something in the next room… I heard a terrible laugh. Was it Grace
Poole,

Mr Rochester? Will she go away now?’

‘Don’t worry about Grace Poole,’ he said. He did not look at me as he
spoke. ‘She will not harm you. It is Mason I fear. I will not be happy
until he is back in the West Indies.’

‘But Mr Mason is a quiet and gentle man,’ I said, surprised. ‘I’m sure
that he will do what you tell him.’

‘No, he’ll not hurt me deliberately ,’ Mr Rochester replied.

‘But he might say something without meaning to, which would do me great
harm.’

I was surprised when I heard this. ‘Then you must tell him to be careful
about what he says.’ I said.

Mr Rochester turned to look at me, and he laughed. ‘It is not that
simple,

新葡京娱乐城,Jane,’ he said. We went back into the house together.

5.weak:叫醒(过去式:woke)

Chapter Three: On the road to London

Oliver didn’t know where to go. He walked for a long time and he was
very tired. He sat down on a milestone to rest. The milestone
said:LONDON 70 miles.

“London!” he thought. “Mr Bumble can’t find me in London!” So, Oliver
began walking again.

Oliver walked 20 miles the first day. He ate only one piece of bread
with some water. At night he slept near the road. The next morning he
was cold and hungry. He bought some bread with his only penny . He
walked 12 miles that day. As the days passed Oliver became very weak . A
kind man gave him some bread and cheese . A poor old lady gave him some
food and gentle words.

On the seventh day Oliver was exhausted . He arrived in a little town
near London. He sat near the road to rest.

Then a strange boy looked at Oliver and said, “Hello! What’s the
matter?”

The boy had big ears and little eyes. He was short. He was Oliver’s age.
He wore a long man’s coat and a man’s hat. Oliver told him his sad
story.

“Come with me!” said the strange boy. “I can help you.” He smiled and
took Oliver to an inn. At the inn, Oliver had bread, ham , and something
to drink. “I feel better,” said Oliver.

The boy smiled and asked, “Are you going to London?”

“Yes,” answered Oliver.

“Do you want a place to sleep?” “Oh, yes please,” said Oliver.

“I slept outside in the cold for seven nights.”

“Stay with me! I know an old man in London. You can sleep at his house.”

Oliver was happy to accept his help.

“My name’s Jack Dawkins, but they call me ‘Dodger’.” The two boys walked
to the big city together.

It was almost 11 p.m. when they arrived in London. Oliver followed
Dodger. He looked at the small, dirty streets and the old houses. The
ground was wet. Everything was ugly. There was an awful smell
everywhere.

Dodger stopped in front of an old, black house. He and Oliver went up
some broken stairs. They entered a dark, dirty room. There were a lot of
young boys. There was an ugly old man near the fire. He had red hair and
a red beard. He wore dirty clothes. He smiled at Oliver and said, “I’m
happy to meet you. I’m Fagin.”

Oliver looked at all the handkerchiefs hanging in the room.

Fagin said, “We washed them. Now sit down and eat some sausages.”

Oliver was happy to eat some hot food in a warm room. He soon fell
asleep.

The next morning Oliver woke up late. Fagin prepared a cup of coffee. He
turned around and looked at Oliver. Oliver closed his eyes and didn’t
move.

Fagin thought, “Oliver is still asleep.” So he took a box from a secret
place in the floor. He put the box on the table and opened it. He took
out many beautiful watches and splendid jewels. Suddenly, Fagin saw
Oliver wake up. Fagin quickly closed the box. He was angry and said,
“Why are you awake ?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I just opened my eyes,” said Oliver.

“Uh, did you see those pretty things?” asked Fagin.

“Yes, sir,” said Oliver.

“I’m an old man and they are all I have. Now go and wash your face.”

Oliver thought, “Fagin must be a miser . He lives in a dirty place and
has many jewels.”

At that moment Dodger and his friend Charley Bates arrived.They all sat
down and had breakfast.

“Did you boys work this morning?” Fagin asked.

“Yes, we did. Look, here are some wallets and some handkerchiefs.”

Chapter Four: Fagin’s Game

After breakfast Fagin and the two boys played a strange game. The old
man put a wallet, a watch, some money and some handkerchiefs in his
pocket . Then he walked around the room. The boys followed him.

Sometimes he stopped. “I’m looking at a shop window,” he said, “I’m
talking to a friend.” The boys moved quickly and took the things from
his pockets.

“Good! Well done!” said Fagin, or,”No! I felt that! Try again!”

They played the game many times. Oliver watched and laughed a lot.

“Do you want to play the game, Oliver?” Fagin asked.

“Yes, please,” Oliver said. He wanted to play too. Soon he was good at
the game. “You’re a good boy, Oliver,” said Fagin.

When the game was over two young ladies came to visit Dodger and Charley
Bates. One was called Bet and the other Nancy. Their hair was long and
their dresses were dirty.

One morning Fagin said to Oliver, “You can go out with Dodger and
Charley Bates today.” Oliver was happy and excited. He wanted to work.
He followed the two boys to the market. They walked very slowly.

Suddenly Dodger stopped. “Be quiet !” he said. “Do you see that old man
near the bookshop? He’s perfect.”

The old man was in front of the bookshop window. Dodger and Charley
Bates went behind the old man. Dodger put his hand in the old man’s
pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He gave it to Charley Bates and
they both ran away.

Oliver immediately understood the strange game. He also understood the
mystery of Fagin’s watches and jewels. He began to run. At that moment
the old man put his hand in his pocket. He did not find his
handkerchief. He turned around and cried,

“Stop thief !” Other people cried, “Stop thief!” Dodger and Charley
Bates cried, “Stop thief!” Everyone ran after poor Oliver.

Oliver ran and fell. A policeman caught him and said, “Get up!” “I
didn’t steal the handkerchief!” cried Oliver. “Two other boys stole it,
but they aren’t here.”

“You’re the thief,’ said the policeman.

“No, no! Stop! I work at the bookshop and I saw everything,” said
another man. “This boy is innocent . Two other boys stole the
handkerchief.”

Oliver was free. But he was very weak and fell to the ground. The old
man was very kind and said, “Oh, the poor boy! Look at his white face.
He must come home with me.” He called a carriage and took Oliver to his
house. The old man’s name was Mr Brownlow. He lived in a very nice house
in a quiet London street.

When Dodger and Charley Bates arrived home Fagin asked, “Where’s
Oliver?”

“A policeman took him away,” said Dodger.

“What!” cried Fagin. He was furious. “Oliver can tell the police about
us.

We must find him.”

A strong man opened the door and entered the room. He had dirty clothes.

He was about 35 years old and had angry eyes. His name was Bill Sikes.
He was Fagin’s friend. An old dog followed him.

“You’re angry today, Mr Sikes,” said Fagin.

“Give me something to drink, Fagin,” said Sikes angrily. Fagin told
Sikes about Oliver. Sikes said, “We must find that boy! I have a plan.
Listen carefully.”

词义剖析:

1.weak up:叫醒

4.cry:叫喊

7.neighbour:邻居

A Big Fire一场小火

11.arrive:到达

14.safe:安全的

9.quickly:迅速地