2 On the Moors

CHAPTER 2 On the Moors The soldiers took Mary to the home of the Reverend Crawford, a poor English minister. He told her that she would soon be sailing to London and would live with her guardian, Mr. Archibald Craven, at Misselthwaite Manor in Yorkshire. So Mary left India and sailed on the long ocean voyage to England. In London, she was handed over to Mr. Craven's housekeeper, Mrs. Medlock, a stout woman with sharp

士兵们把玛丽带到克劳福德牧师的家，他是一位贫穷的英国牧师。 他告诉她，她不久就要坐船去伦敦，和她的监护人阿奇博尔德·克雷文先生一起住在约克郡的米塞斯韦特庄园。 于是，玛丽离开了印度，踏上了前往英国的漫长航海之旅。 在伦敦，她被交给克雷文先生的女管家梅德洛克太太，一个身材魁梧、头脑敏锐的女人

black eyes and a black cape. Mary didn't like her, but then again, she hardly liked anyone. The next day, they began their railway journey to Misselthwaite Manor. Mary sat with her hands folded in her lap and stared out the window. She pretended not to care as Mrs. Medlock told her about her new home. "It's a grand place, in a gloomy way," the housekeeper said. "Six hundred years old, with nearly a hundred rooms full of fine paintings and furniture. But most of them are locked up. The manor's on the edge of the moor. It has a big park with gardens and trees. Do you know anything about your uncle?" "No," Mary said, acting bored. "But don't you care? Didn't your parents ever tell you?" Mrs. Medlock asked. "Why should it matter?" Mary replied. "Well, I suppose it doesn't," Mrs. Medlock

黑色的眼睛和黑色的斗篷。 玛丽不喜欢她，但话说回来，她几乎不喜欢任何人。 第二天，他们开始了去米塞斯韦特庄园的火车旅行。 玛丽双手交叉放在腿上坐着，凝视着窗外。 梅德洛克太太给她讲她的新家时，她假装不在乎。 “这是一个宏伟的地方，有点阴郁，”女管家说。 “有600年的历史，有近100个房间，里面摆满了精美的画作和家具。 但大部分都被关起来了。 庄园在沼地的边缘。 它有一个有花园和树木的大公园。 你知道你叔叔的事吗？”“不，”玛丽说，显得很无聊。 “但是你不在乎吗？”你父母没告诉过你吗？”梅德洛克太太问。 “这有什么关系呢？”玛丽回答道。 “嗯，我想没有，”梅德洛克太太说

said. "He's not going to bother about you. He never troubles himself about anyone..." She trailed off. A few moments later, she continued. "Mr. Craven's got a crooked back. He was never happy till he married. His wife, your aunt, was a sweet, pretty thing, and he'd have walked the world over to get her a blade of grass if she'd asked. Some people said she married him for his money, but she didn't. When she died, he became stranger than ever— won't see people. Most times, he's away. When he's at home, he shuts himself up in the west wing. Don't expect to see him," Mrs. Medlock warned. "And don't expect people to talk to you. You'll look after yourself. You'll be told which rooms you can gointo. You can play in the garden, but don't go poking about the house—Mr. Craven won't have it." "I won't," Mary said tartly. She turned again to look out the window.

说。“他不会为你操心的。 他从来不为谁操心……” 她的声音越来越小。过了一会儿，她继续说。 “克雷文先生的背是弯的。 他结婚前从不快乐。 他的妻子，也就是你的姑姑，是个可爱漂亮的人，如果她要求的话，他愿意走遍世界给她弄一根草。 有人说她嫁给他是为了他的钱，但她没有。 她死后，他变得比以前更陌生了——不愿见人。 大多数时候，他都不在。当他在家的时候，他把自己关在西翼。 “别指望见到他，”梅德洛克太太警告说。 别指望别人会跟你说话。 你会照顾好自己的。 你会被告知可以进入哪些房间。 你可以在花园里玩，但不要在房子里乱逛。 克雷文不会同意的。”“我不会的，”玛丽尖刻地说。 她又转身向窗外望去。

Her eyelids grew heavy looking at the gray, rainy drizzle, and she fell asleep. A few hours later, Mrs. Medlock shook Mary. "Wake up!" she said. "We're at Thwaite Station. Now we have a long drive across Missel Moor." Mary stood and tried to keep her eyes open. She followed Mrs. Medlock from the train onto the railway platform. A large carriage awaited them. A footman in a long raincoat helped Mary and Mrs. Medlock inside. Then he climbed up to his seat beside the carriage driver, and they were off. In the light of the carriage's lamps, Mary caught glimpses of the tiny village of Thwaite —whitewashed houses, a church, and a few shops. After that, she saw only trees and hedges beside the road. Then there was nothing but blackness out the carriage

看着灰蒙蒙的细雨，她的眼皮变得沉重起来，她睡着了。 几个小时后，梅德洛克太太摇了摇玛丽。 “醒醒！”她说。“我们在斯韦特车站。 现在我们要赶很长一段路穿过米塞尔荒原。” 玛丽站着，努力睁着眼睛。 她跟着梅德洛克太太下了火车，来到站台上。 一辆大马车等着他们。 一个穿着长雨衣的男仆把玛丽和梅德洛克太太扶了进去。 然后他爬到车夫旁边的座位上，他们就出发了。 在马车的灯光下，玛丽瞥见了斯韦特的小村庄——粉刷过的房子、一座教堂和几家商店。 从那以后，她只看到路边的树木和树篱。 接着，车厢里一片漆黑

windows on both sides. Suddenly she felt a sharp jolt. "We're on the moor now!" Mrs. Medlock exclaimed. The yellow light of the carriage lamps revealed some bushes and low-growing things along the road. In the darkness, the wind made an eerie, low, rushing sound. "Is it the sea?" Mary asked. "No, not the sea, or fields, or mountains," answered Mrs. Medlock mysteriously. "The moor is just miles and miles of wasteland, and no one lives on it except wild ponies and sheep." Mrs. Medlock paused. "I think it's a dreary place, but some people like it in springtime." The carriage rattled over bridges and bumps. Mary could hear water rushing very fast under them. She felt like they were driving over a windy black ocean.

两边都有窗户。突然，她感到一阵剧烈的震动。 “我们现在是在沼地上了！”梅德洛克太太叫道。 马车上的黄灯照出路边的一些灌木和低矮的东西。 在黑暗中，风发出一种可怕的、低沉的、急促的声音。 “是大海吗？”玛丽问道。 “不，不是大海，不是田野，也不是高山，”梅德洛克太太神秘地回答。 “沼地里尽是一片荒地，除了野小马和野羊，没有人住在上面。” 梅德洛克太太顿了顿。“我觉得那是个沉闷的地方，但有些人喜欢春天来。” 马车辚辚地驶过桥梁和颠簸的路面。 玛丽能听到他们脚下的水流湍急。 她觉得他们正行驶在多风的黑色海洋上。

"I don't like the moor," she thought. "I don't like it at all!" At last the carriage stopped in a clearing in front of a very long house built around a courtyard. A single light glowed from an upstairs window. Mary followed Mrs. Medlock to a huge oak door that opened into an enormous hall with a stone floor. In the dim light, Mary could make out portraits on the walls and figures in suits of armor. She felt very small and lost in the shadowy hall.

“我不喜欢沼地，”她想。 “我一点也不喜欢！”最后，马车停在了一幢围绕庭院建造的长房子前面的空地上。 一盏灯从楼上的窗户里照出来。 玛丽跟着梅德洛克太太来到一扇巨大的橡木门前，那扇门通向一个铺着石头的大厅。 在昏暗的灯光下，玛丽能辨认出墙上的肖像和穿着盔甲的人。 她觉得自己很渺小，迷失在阴暗的大厅里。