Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14 She sprinted away from the train, ducked behind a snowdrift, and crept around to the back of the coal shed. "Janie!" Frederick had come after her. "Janie!" he shouted. Any minute he'd find his father. He'd tell Mr. McBride that Janie had been lying since the

她冲出火车，躲在雪堆后面，蹑手蹑脚地走到煤棚后面。 “珍妮!”弗雷德里克也跟着她来了。 “简妮！"他喊道。他随时都可能找到他父亲。 他会告诉麦克布莱德先生，珍妮一直在撒谎，自从

moment they met. Mr. McBride would be furious. Soon everyone on the train would know who she was. What she was. A mob would come after her. And when they found her? They'd lock her up somewhere—a shed, the freight car—until they could hand her over to the police. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Janie had to get away. But to where? Tick, tick, tick, tick. She closed her eyes, clearing her mind. She had to remember who she really was. Not some goody-goody little girl. Not a spoiled prince like Frederick. Janie had spent most of her life in the shadows. She knew how to hide. How to escape. How to disappear. A plan quickly came to her: She'd walk to Scenic, then get on a train to Seattle. Just like Mr. Riggins had done.

他们相遇的那一刻。麦克布莱德先生会大发雷霆的。 很快，火车上的每个人都会知道她是谁。 她是什么样的人。一群暴民会来追她。 他们找到她的时候呢？他们会把她锁在某个地方——一个棚屋，一辆货车，直到他们把她交给警察。 滴答，滴答，滴答，滴答。珍妮不得不离开。 但是去哪里呢？滴答，滴答，滴答，滴答。 她闭上眼睛，清空思绪。 她必须记起自己到底是谁。 不是什么乖乖女。 不是像腓特烈那样被宠坏的王子。 简妮一生中大部分时间都生活在阴影中。 她知道如何隐藏。如何逃脱。 如何消失。她很快想到了一个计划：她先走到风景区，然后坐火车去西雅图。 就像里金斯先生那样。

She'd find a way to sell the jewels—she'd find a pawnshop somewhere—and then get to Boston. Just like she'd planned. But she couldn't leave for Scenic now. It was getting dark. She'd need to hide somewhere until the sun came up. Bailets, she decided. Supper hadn't started yet; only Mr. and Mrs. Bailets would be there right now. Janie would sneak in and find a place to tuck herself away for the night. She peered around the coal shed. She didn't see—or hear—Frederick. He must have gone to the observation car to get his father and Miss Wade. She pictured their furious faces, their looks of horror and disgust. She closed her eyes again, wiping her mind clean. Janie scurried up toward Bailets. She glimpsed Mr. and Mrs. Bailets through the dining room window. Ducking down, she made her way around the side of the building to a back door. In a flash, she was inside, hurrying past the kitchen.

她会想办法卖掉珠宝——她会找个当铺——然后去波士顿。 就像她计划的那样。但她现在不能去风景区。 天渐渐黑了。她得找个地方躲起来等太阳出来。 巴莱特，她决定。晚饭还没有开始吃；现在只有巴莱茨夫妇在那里。 珍妮会偷偷溜进去，找个地方躲起来过夜。 她环视了一下煤棚。 她没有看见——也没有听见——弗雷德里克。 他一定是去瞭望台接他父亲和韦德小姐了。 她想象着他们愤怒的脸，恐惧和厌恶的表情。 她又闭上眼睛，把脑子擦干净。 珍妮急忙向巴莱茨走去。 她透过餐厅的窗户瞥见了巴莱茨夫妇。 她蹲下身子，绕过大楼的一侧，来到一扇后门。 刹那间，她进了屋，匆匆走过厨房。

She scanned for a place to hide. She heard footsteps—she had to move quickly. She held her breath and rushed down the hall, carefully opening the first door she saw. It was a storage room filled with crates and barrels. Perfect. She squeezed behind a big barrel, settling herself in a dark corner. She lowered herself to the floor, pulling her knees tight to her chest. It was pitch-dark in the room. But Janie was used to the dark. Tiny footsteps scratched around somewhere close. Rats, she was sure. But Janie was used to rats. Her stomach grumbled. But Janie was used to being hungry. Soon she heard muffled noises drifting from the dining room—voices, clinking dishes, scraping chairs. Supper had started. She pictured Frederick and Mr. McBride. Violet and her baby brother. Tears prickled behind Janie's lids. She squeezed her eyes closed, pushing the faces away.

她四处寻找藏身之处。 她听到了脚步声——她必须赶快行动。 她屏住呼吸，冲进大厅，小心翼翼地打开她看到的第一扇门。 那是一间堆满了板条箱和木桶的储藏室。 完美的。她挤在一个大木桶后面，躲在一个黑暗的角落里。 她蹲下身子，把膝盖紧紧贴在胸前。 房间里一片漆黑。 但珍妮已经习惯了黑暗。 在附近的什么地方有微小的脚步声。 老鼠，她敢肯定。但珍妮已经习惯了老鼠。 她的肚子咕咕叫。但珍妮已经习惯了饥饿。 不一会儿，她听到餐厅里传来了低沉的声音——盘子碰杯的声音，刮椅子的声音。 晚饭已经开始了。她想象着弗雷德里克和麦克布莱德先生。 维奥莱特和她的小弟弟。 眼泪在珍妮的眼皮后面刺痛。 她紧紧闭上眼睛，把脸推开。

Once, Mrs. Bailets opened the door to the storage room. She held her lantern as she grabbed a jar from a shelf and then left quickly. The hours drifted by. The dining-room noises faded. Janie tried to sleep. She'd need plenty of strength for her long trek through the snow. Finally, she managed to drift off, until, Boom! Her eyes popped open. She was lying on the floor, curled up under an empty flour sack. It took her a moment to remember where she was. Boom! The jars on the shelves rattled. Was that thunder? How much time had gone by? Could it be morning? Janie wriggled out of her hiding place, stood up, and cracked open the door of the storeroom. She slipped out of the room and started down the hallway. Lightning flashed as she passed the kitchen. She caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall—one thirty-five in the morning.

有一次，巴莱茨太太打开了储藏室的门。 她提着灯笼，从架子上抓起一个罐子，然后迅速离开了。 几个小时过去了。餐厅的喧闹声渐渐消失了。 简妮想睡觉。她需要足够的体力才能在雪地里长途跋涉。 最后，她成功地睡着了，直到，砰！她突然睁开了眼睛。 她躺在地板上，蜷缩在一个空面粉袋下面。 她过了一会儿才记起自己身在何处。 繁荣!架子上的罐子格格作响。 那是雷声吗？多少时间过去了？ 现在是早晨吗？珍妮从她躲藏的地方挣脱出来，站起来，打开储藏室的门。 她溜出房间，沿着走廊走去。 她经过厨房时闪电大作。 她瞥了一眼墙上的钟——凌晨1点35分。

It was still the middle of the night, hours before she could leave for Scenic. She heard the rain pouring down and more rumbles of thunder. Strange, she thought. She'd never heard of a thunderstorm after a blizzard. She hoped the rain stopped before morning. She turned to go back to her hiding place. But then she heard noises coming from the dining room. "We looked everywhere. But she's nowhere to be found." Mr. McBride, for sure. "We have to keep looking for her." Frederick. Janie crept closer, peering around a corner. They were standing just inside the front door with Miss Wade and Mr. Bailets. "She has to be somewhere in Wellington," Mr. McBride said. "There's no way she would have tried to walk to Scenic in the dark." "I agree," Miss Wade said.

此时仍是半夜，离她动身去风景区还有几个小时。 她听到了倾盆大雨和更多的雷声。 真奇怪，她想。她从来没听说过暴风雪之后会有雷雨。 她希望雨在天亮前停。 她转身回到她的藏身之处。 但是她听到了餐厅里传来的声音。 “我们到处都找遍了。但她无处可寻。” 肯定是麦克布莱德先生。“我们必须继续寻找她。” 弗雷德里克。珍妮蹑手蹑脚地走过去，从一个角落里窥视着。 他们正和韦德小姐和巴莱茨先生站在前门里面。 “她肯定在惠灵顿的某个地方，”麦克布莱德说。 “她不可能在黑暗中步行去风景区。” “我同意，"韦德小姐说。