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英语听力:雾都孤儿 13. The end of the gang听力原文
13 The end of the gang
The sun burst upon the crowded city in all its brightness.It
lit up every corner of London,the great houses of the rich,
and the miserable homes of the poor.It shone everywhere,even
into the room where the murdered woman lay.The horror of that
scene was even more dreadful in the clear morning light.
Sikes sat there,unable to move,looking at the body.He had
thrown the blood-covered stick into the fire,then washed
himself and his clothes.He had cut out the bits of his
clothes that were stained and burnt them too,but there were
still bloodstains all over the floor.Even the dog’s feet
were bloody.
Finally,he forced himself to leave the room,pulling the dog
out with him and locking the door behind him.He walked
rapidly north,towards High gate,then on to Hampstead.On the
open land of Hampstead Heath,away from people and houses,he
found a place in a field where he could sleep without being
disturbed.
But before long he was up again and running.This time he ran
back towards London for a while.Then he turned and went north
again,sometimes walking,sometimes running,with no clear
purpose in his mind.Eventually,he felt hungry,and changed
direction towards Hendon,a quiet place away from the crowds,
where he could buy food.But even the children and chickens
there seemed to look at him with suspicion.So he turned back
towards Hampstead Heath again,without having eaten,uncertain
where to go.
At last he turned north again,his dog still running at his
heels,and set off to a village just outside London.He
stopped at a small,quiet pub and bought a meal,then went on
again.It was now dark and as he continued walking,he felt as
if Nancy were following him,her shadow on the road,her last
low cry in the wind.If he stopped,the ghostly figure did the
same.If he ran,it ran too,moving stiffly,like a corpse.
Sometimes he turned,determined to drive the ghost away,but
his blood ran cold with terror.Every time he turned,the
ghost turned too,and was still behind him.
Finally,he found another field where he could hide.He lay
down,unable to sleep,his mind filled with visions of the
dead girl.Her wide,dead eyes stared at him,watching him
through a curtain of blood.
Suddenly he heard shouting in the distance.He jumped to his
feet and saw that the sky seemed on fire.Sheets of flame shot
into the air,driving clouds of smoke in his direction.He
heard an alarm bell,and more shouts of ‘Fire!’Running with
his dog across the fields,he joined the crowds of men and
women fighting the fire.He could forget his own terror in
this new danger,and he worked all night with the crowd,
shouting,running and working together to stop the flames
destroying more buildings.
In the morning the mad excitement was over,and the dreadful
memory of his crime returned-more terrifying than ever.In
desperation,he decided to go back to London.
‘At least there’ll be somebody I can speak to,’he thought
to himself. ‘And it’s a better hiding-place than out here
in the country.I’ll hide there for a week,get some money
out of Fagin,then escape to France.’
Suddenly he remembered the dog-people would be looking for his
dog as well as himself.He decided to drown the animal.But
the dog smelt the man’s fear,and turned and ran away from h
im faster than it had ever run in its life. ‘You have a
choice,Mr Monks,’said Mr Brown low. ‘You have been
kidnapped and brought here to my house.You can either tell me
what I want to know,or I’ll have you arrested,instantly,
for fraud欺骗 and robbery.It’s your choice.And you must
decide now.At once.’
Monks hesitated and looked at the old man,but Mr Brown low
‘s expression was so serious and determined that the younger
man realized it was pointless to protest. ‘I didn’t expect
this treatment from my father’s oldest friend,’said Monks
angrily,sitting down with a frown on his face.
‘Yes,I was your father’s oldest friend,’said Mr Brown
low .‘And I know all about you-how your father,while still
a boy,was forced by his family into an unhappy marriage with
an older woman,and how you were the result of that marriage.
I also know that your parents separated,hating each other by
the end.’
‘Well-what’s so important about that?’
‘When they’d been separated for ten years,’said Mr B
rown low , ‘your father met another family.There were two
daughters,one nineteen years old and the other only two or
three.Your father became engaged to the older daughter.At
this point one of his rich relations died and left him a lot
of money in his will.Your father had to travel to Italy to
receive his inheritance,and while there,he became ill and
died.Your mother,who was living with you in Paris,
immediately rushed to Italy when she heard the news.As your
father had made no will of his own,all the relation’s money
came to you and her.’
Monks listened with close attention,biting his lip and
staring at the floor.
‘Before your father went to receive that money,he came to
see me,’continued Mr Brown low slowly,his eyes fixed on
Monks’face.
‘I never heard that before,’said Monks,looking up
suddenly,a suspicious expression on his face.
‘He left me a picture of the poor girl he wanted to marry.
He talked wildly about shame and guilt,and how he would give
part of the money he’d inherited to his wife and to you,and
use the rest to escape from England with the girl he loved.He
refused to tell me any more details.’
Monks breathed more easily,and even smiled. |
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