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I am sure she is something not right! they cried, one and all. She told us such things! She knows all about us! and they sank breathless into the various seats the gentlemen hastened to bring them.
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I love it now.
I will put her to some test, thought I: such absolute impenetrability is past comprehension.
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I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
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Yes, sir, yes; and my arm.
True, reader; and I knew and felt this: and though I am a defective being, with many faults and few redeeming points, yet I never tired of Helen Burns; nor ever ceased to cherish for her a sentiment of attachment, as strong, tender, and respectful as any that ever animated my heart. How could it be otherwise, when Helen, at all times and under all circumstances, evinced for me a quiet and faithful friendship, which ill-humour never soured, nor irritation never troubled? But Helen was ill at present: for some weeks she had been removed from my sight to I knew not what room upstairs. She was not, I was told, in the hospital portion of the house with the fever patients; for her complaint was consumption, not typhus: and by consumption I, in my ignorance, understood something mild, which time and care would be sure to alleviate.
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Again I looked out: we were passing a church; I saw its low broad tower against the sky, and its bell was tolling a quarter; I saw a narrow galaxy of lights too, on a hillside, marking a village or hamlet. About ten minutes after, the driver got down and opened a pair of gates: we passed through, and they clashed to behind us. We now slowly ascended a drive, and came upon the long front of a house: candlelight gleamed from one curtained bow-window; all the rest were dark. The car stopped at the front door; it was opened by a maid-servant; I alighted and went in.
Now, sir, what a strange idea!
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The fiend pinning down the thief¡¯s pack behind him, I passed over quickly: it was an object of terror.
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Are they foreigners? I inquired, amazed at hearing the French language.
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I broke from St. John, who had followed, and would have detained me. It was my time to assume ascendency. My powers were in play and in force. I told him to forbear question or remark; I desired him to leave me: I must and would be alone. He obeyed at once. Where there is energy to command well enough, obedience never fails. I mounted to my chamber; locked myself in; fell on my knees; and prayed in my way?a different way to St. John¡¯s, but effective in its own fashion. I seemed to penetrate very near a Mighty Spirit; and my soul rushed out in gratitude at His feet. I rose from the thanksgiving?took a resolve?and lay down, unscared, enlightened?eager but for the daylight.
No need to cower behind a gate-post, indeed!?to peep up at chamber lattices, fearing life was astir behind them! No need to listen for doors opening?to fancy steps on the pavement or the gravel-walk! The lawn, the grounds were trodden and waste: the portal yawned void. The front was, as I had once seen it in a dream, but a well-like wall, very high and very fragile-looking, perforated with paneless windows: no roof, no battlements, no chimneys?all had crashed in.
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