Ch8-Secrets

CHAPTER EIGHT Secrets Jack could see the Paris sky through the iron rails of the tower. At first, climbing was easy. The steps weren't very steep, and Jack counted each one as they climbed. "Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight…"

杰克可以透过铁塔的铁栏杆看到巴黎的天空。 起初，攀登很容易。 台阶不是很陡，杰克一边爬一边数着台阶。 “二十六、二十七、二十八……”

"I wonder what's going on at the top now," said Annie. "Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three," breathed Jack. "I wonder if the sorcerer is there with the others," said Annie. "What will he do when he finds out those guys aren't the kind of magicians he thinks they are?"

安妮说：“我想知道上面发生了什么事。” “三十一，三十二，三十三。”杰克轻声说。 “我想知道巫师是不是和其他人在一起，”安妮说。 “如果他发现这些人不是他想象中的那种魔术师，他会怎么做？”

"Don't know," breathed Jack. "Forty-nine, fifty." "I'll bet he won't believe them!" said Annie. "He might kidnap them—and force them to tell their secrets." "Sixty-one, sixty-two…," said Jack. "Faster, faster," said Annie.

“不知道。”杰克轻声说。 “49,五十岁。”“我敢打赌他不会相信的！”安妮说。 “他可能绑架她们，强迫她们说出自己的秘密。” “六十一，六十二……”杰克说。 “快点，快点，”安妮说。

By the time Jack had counted the 360 steps to the tower's first-story platform, they were both panting. Jack's feet felt like lead. "That's a lot of steps!" said Annie, out of breath. "No… no kidding," said Jack, gasping between words. "But we… we have to keep going!" They kept going—but a little more slowly. Jack picked up the count: "Three hundred sixty-one… three hundred sixty-two…" "You can see how he might have thought Alexander Graham Bell was a

当杰克数到第一层平台的360级台阶时，他们俩都喘不过气来。 杰克的脚摸起来像铅一样。 “好大的台阶啊！”安妮上气不接下气地说。 “不……不开玩笑。”杰克说，说话间喘着气。 “但是我们……我们必须继续前进！”他们继续前进，但速度慢了一些。 杰克开始计数：“361……362……”“你可以看出他是如何认为亚历山大·格雷厄姆·贝尔是一个……

new magician," said Annie, panting. "Three hundred ninety-two… three hundred ninety-three…," said Jack. "Think about it!" said Annie. "You've never used a phone in your life… then one day you pick up this thing… hear a voice talking… the voice of someone… who lives far away… you'd think…" "Magic!" breathed Jack. "Four hundred forty-four… four hundred forty-five…" "And Thomas Edison!" said Annie. "Think about it! Thousands of years… you depend on fire for light… then one

“新的魔术师，”安妮气喘吁吁地说。 “392……393……”杰克说。 “想想吧！”安妮说。 “你从来没用过电话……然后有一天你拿起这个东西……听到一个声音在说话……一个人的声音……住在很远的地方……你会想……” “444……445……”“还有托马斯·爱迪生！”安妮说。 “想想吧！”几千年来，你依靠火来照明，然后是一个

day… you flip a switch… presto!… a glass bulb lights up…." "Magic!" gasped Jack. "Five hundred ten… five hundred eleven…" "And Louis Pasteur… think about it!" said Annie. "There are all these diseases… nobody knows what's causing them… then one day… this guy discovers germs… and he figures out a way… to wipe out the bad ones!" "Magic!" said Jack. "Six hundred two… six hundred three… six hundred four…" "I can't believe the sorcerer would do anything mean to these guys!" said

有一天，你按下开关，马上！一个玻璃灯泡亮了....” “魔法！”杰克喘着气说。“还有路易斯·巴斯德……想想看！”安妮说。 “有那么多疾病……没有人知道是什么引起的……然后有一天……这个人发现了细菌……他找到了一种方法……消灭了有害的细菌！”“魔法！”杰克说。 “我不敢相信巫师会对这些家伙做出什么卑鄙的事！