狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第28章Part 7

'Well, Miss,' returned the Nipper, softening more and more towards the house, as they approached it nearer, 'I won't deny but what I shall, though I shall hate 'em again, to-morrow, very likely.'
Florence felt that, for her, there was greater peace within it than elsewhere. It was better and easier to keep her secret shut up there, among the tall dark walls, than to carry it abroad into the light, and try to hide it from a crowd of happy eyes. It was better to pursue the study of her loving heart, alone, and find no new discouragements in loving hearts about her. It was easier to hope, and pray, and love on, all uncared for, yet with constancy and patience, in the tranquil sanctuary of such remembrances: although it mouldered, rusted, and decayed about her: than in a new scene, let its gaiety be what it would. She welcomed back her old enchanted dream of life, and longed for the old dark door to close upon her, once again.
Full of such thoughts, they turned into the long and sombre street. Florence was not on that side of the carriage which was nearest to her home, and as the distance lessened between them and it, she looked out of her window for the children over the way.
She was thus engaged, when an exclamation from Susan caused her to turn quickly round.
'Why, Gracious me!' cried Susan, breathless, 'where's our house!'
'Our house!' said Florence.
Susan, drawing in her head from the window, thrust it out again, drew it in again as the carriage stopped, and stared at her mistress in amazement.
There was a labyrinth of scaffolding raised all round the house, from the basement to the roof. Loads of bricks and stones, and heaps of mortar, and piles of wood, blocked up half the width and length of the broad street at the side. Ladders were raised against the walls; labourers were climbing up and down; men were at work upon the steps of the scaffolding; painters and decorators were busy inside; great rolls of ornamental paper were being delivered from a cart at the door; an upholsterer's waggon also stopped the way; no furniture was to be seen through the gaping and broken windows in any of the rooms; nothing but workmen, and the implements of their several trades, swarming from the kitchens to the garrets. Inside and outside alike: bricklayers, painters, carpenters, masons: hammer, hod, brush, pickaxe, saw, and trowel: all at work together, in full chorus!
Florence descended from the coach, half doubting if it were, or could be the right house, until she recognised Towlinson, with a sun-burnt face, standing at the door to receive her.
'There is nothing the matter?' inquired Florence.
'Oh no, Miss.'
'There are great alterations going on.'
'Yes, Miss, great alterations,' said Towlinson.

“唔，小姐，”苏珊回答道；当她们愈来愈接近这座房屋的时候，她对它的态度也愈来愈温和了，“我不想否认，我将高兴穿过它们，不过很可能，明天我又会恨它们了。”
弗洛伦斯觉得，她住在家里比住在其他任何地方都更感到安宁。在家里，在这些高高的、黑暗的墙壁中间，把她心中的秘密深深地隐藏起来，比把它带到外面明亮的光线中，试图避开许多幸福的眼睛的注意，要好得多和容易得多。怀着爱的心在这里孤独地进行探索，不会因为看到周围怀着爱的心而感到新的气馁，这要好得多；在充满这些回忆的平静的圣堂内去希望，去祈祷，去热爱，比在一个不论有多少欢乐的新环境中要容易得多，虽然在她的四周，圣堂的墙壁已经朽坏了，腐蚀了，枯烂了；虽然她还会像过去一样得不到关怀，但她可以怀着恒心和耐性。她欢迎回到她那具有魅力的往昔生活的梦幻中，盼望过去那黑黑的大门再一次把她关进里面去。
满怀着这些思想，她们转进了那条长长的和幽暗的街道。弗洛伦斯不是坐在马车中最靠近她的家的那一边，当她们离家的距离愈来愈近的时候，她从窗口向外望出去，想看看住在对面的那些孩子们。
她正在这样注意看着的时候，苏珊高声喊叫了一声，促使她迅速地回过头来。
“嗳呀，天哪！”苏珊气喘吁吁地喊道，“我们的家在哪里呀！”
“我们的家！”弗洛伦斯说道。
当马车停住的时候，苏珊刚把头从窗外缩进来，这时又重新探出去，然后又把头缩回来，吃惊地呆呆地看着她的女主人。
房屋四周，从底层到屋顶，竖立着纵横交错的脚手架。屋旁宽阔的街道有一半宽和一半长的地方都被一堆堆砖石、一堆堆灰浆和一堆堆木材堵塞住了；一些梯子竖靠在墙上，工人们爬上、爬下；另一些工人正在脚手架的踏板上工作；油漆工和室内装饰工则在屋子里忙碌着。一大卷一大卷的装饰用纸正从门口的一辆大车中卸下；家具商的一辆货车也挡住了道路；从裂着口的破窗子往里看，房间中没有任何家具；所能看到的只是工人们和他们的工具挤满了从厨房到顶楼的各个地方。屋里屋外都一样：砌砖工、油漆工、木匠、石匠；锤子、灰沙斗、刷子、镐、锯、铁瓦刀——全都一齐工作着。
弗洛伦斯下了马车，心中半信半疑，这究竟是不是她的家，直到后来她认出了脸被晒得黑黑的托林森正在门口迎接她。
“没出什么事吧？”弗洛伦斯问道。
“哦，没有，小姐。”
“这里正发生着很大的变化啊。”
“是的，小姐，很大的变化，”托林森说道。