13 A Mysterious Boy

CHAPTER 13 A Mysterious Boy That's a picture of a thrush nesting," Martha said when Mary showed her the note. Then Mary understood: the garden was a nest, and she was like a thrush. Dickon would keep their secret. She looked forward to seeing Dickon the next day, but during the night, she awoke to the sound of rain beating at her window and the wind roaring. She sat up in bed, feeling angry. "The

“那是一幅画眉鸟筑巢的画。”玛丽把纸条拿给玛莎看时，玛莎说。 这时玛丽明白了：花园就是一个巢，而她就像一只画眉。 狄肯会保守他们的秘密。 她盼望着第二天能见到狄肯，但夜里，她被打在窗户上的雨声和呼啸的风声惊醒。 她从床上坐起来，感到很生气。 “

weather is as contrary as I am!" She tossed and turned for about an hour. Then she heard something fretful. She sat up again and listened. It wasn't the wind—it was crying. Mary made up her mind to find out who it was. She got out of bed and put on her robe and slippers. She lighted a candle and headed down the long and dark hallway. Mary was too excited to be afraid. She remembered the way to the door behind the tapestry where Mrs. Medlock had been so angry to find her.

天气和我一样乖戾！”她辗转反侧了大约一个小时。 然后她听到了一些烦躁的声音。 她又坐了起来，听着。 那不是风，是哭声。 玛丽下定决心要找出是谁。 她下了床，穿上长袍和拖鞋。 她点上一支蜡烛，沿着又长又黑的走廊走去。 玛丽太兴奋了，没有害怕。 她记起了通往挂毯后面那扇门的路，梅德洛克太太在那里见到她时非常生气。

The crying grew louder as she approached it, down some passages and up a few steps. She pushed the tapestry aside and opened the hidden door. The crying was clearer now. She saw a faint light under another door and went in. She found herself inside a big room with handsome furniture and a hearth fire. A candle flickered on a table beside a big four- poster bed. On it lay a boy crying pitifully. She crept forward. Her bright candle

她走过几条通道，走上几级台阶，走近它，哭声越来越大。 她把挂毯推到一边，打开了隐藏的门。 哭声现在更清晰了。 她看到另一扇门下面有微弱的灯光，就走了进去。 她发现自己进入了一间大房间，里面有漂亮的家具和壁炉。 一张四柱大床旁的桌子上，一支蜡烛闪烁着。 上面躺着一个男孩，可怜地哭着。 她蹑手蹑脚地向前走。她明亮的蜡烛

attracted the boy's attention. "Are you a ghost?" he asked in a half- frightened voice. "No," Mary whispered. "Are you?" He stared at her with big gray eyes that looked too large for his thin face. "I'm Colin Craven," the boy said. "I'm Mary Lennox. Mr. Craven's my uncle." "He's my father," the boy said. Mary was stunned. "No one told me he had a boy!" she gasped. "Come closer," Colin said. He put out his hand and touched her. "You are real," he said softly. "I thought you were one of my dreams." Colin sat up. "Where did you come from?" he asked. "My room. Didn't anyone tell you that I live here?"

引起了男孩的注意。 “你是鬼吗？”他用半惊恐的声音问道。 “不，”玛丽低声说。“你是?”他盯着她，一双灰色的大眼睛在他瘦削的脸上显得太大了。 “我是科林·克雷文，”男孩说。 “我是玛丽·伦诺克斯。克雷文先生是我叔叔。” “他是我的父亲，”男孩说。 玛丽惊呆了。“没人告诉我他有个儿子！”她喘着气说。 “靠近点。”科林说。 他伸出手去摸她。 “你是真的，”他轻声说。 “我以为你是我的一个梦。” 科林坐了起来。“你从哪里来？”他问。 “我的房间。难道没有人告诉你我住在这里吗？”

"They wouldn't dare," he said. "They know that I won't let people see me." "Why not?" Mary asked. "Because I'm ill. I was born too soon, and if I live, I'll probably be a hunchback. But I probably won't ... I don't like people to see me and talk about me. My father only comes when I'm asleep. He doesn't want to see me, either." "Why not?" Mary asked. It was all such a mystery. "My mother died when I was born. He doesn't think I know, but I hear people talking—he almost hates me and wishes I were dead." "Don't you ever go outside?" she inquired. "Never. I used to be taken to the seaside in my wheelchair, but people stared at me. I had to wear irons on my legs. A doctor from London said I needed fresh air, but I hate

“他们不敢，”他说。 “他们知道我不会让别人看到我。” “为什么不?”玛丽问道。“因为我病了。 我出生得太早了，如果我活着，我可能会成为一个驼背。 但我可能不会……我不喜欢人们看到我，谈论我。 我爸爸只在我睡着的时候来。 他也不想见我。” “为什么不?”玛丽问道。一切都是那么神秘。 “我出生时母亲就去世了。 他以为我不知道，但我听到人们说——他几乎恨我，希望我死了。” “你从来不出去吗？”她问。 “从来没有。我曾经坐着轮椅被带到海边，但人们总是盯着我看。 我不得不在腿上戴上熨斗。 一位来自伦敦的医生说我需要新鲜空气，但我讨厌

fresh air. I can't stand people gawking at me." Mary asked if she should go away, but Colin motioned her to sit next to him on a big stool. He wanted to know more about her. "Everybody here has to do what I want," he said as if it were normal. "They can't make me angry because I probably won't grow up." Then he asked, "How old are you?" "Ten," she said, "just like you. When you were born, your father locked the garden and buried the key." This got Colin's attention. His eyes grew larger. "What garden? Why did he lock it?" he demanded. Mary felt nervous. She thought, "He hates the garden because his wife died." Out loud she said, "It's the garden your father hates. No one has been inside it for ten years. Nobody is even allowed to talk about it."

新鲜的空气。我不能忍受人们呆呆地看着我。” 玛丽问她是否应该走开，但科林示意她坐在他旁边的一张大凳子上。 他想更多地了解她。 “这里的每个人都得按我的意思做，”他说，好像这很正常。 “他们不能让我生气，因为我可能不会长大。” 然后他问：“你多大了？”“十，”她说，“和你一样。 你出生的时候，你父亲把花园锁上，把钥匙埋了。” 这引起了科林的注意。 他的眼睛睁大了。“什么花园? 他为什么要锁门？”他质问道。 玛丽感到紧张。她想：“他恨花园是因为他的妻子死了。” 她大声说：“这是你父亲讨厌的花园。 已经十年没人进去过了。 甚至没有人被允许谈论它。”