狄更斯双语小说:《董贝父子》第23章Part 1

Florence lived alone in the great dreary house, and day succeeded day, and still she lived alone; and the blank walls looked down upon her with a vacant stare, as if they had a Gorgon-like mind to stare her youth and beauty into stone.

No magic dwelling-place in magic story, shut up in the heart of a thick wood, was ever more solitary and deserted to the fancy, than was her father's mansion in its grim reality, as it stood lowering on the street: always by night, when lights were shining from neighbouring windows, a blot upon its scanty brightness; always by day, a frown upon its never-smiling face.

There were not two dragon sentries keeping ward before the gate of this above, as in magic legend are usually found on duty over the wronged innocence imprisoned; but besides a glowering visage, with its thin lips parted wickedly, that surveyed all comers from above the archway of the door, there was a monstrous fantasy of rusty iron, curling and twisting like a petrifaction of an arbour over threshold, budding in spikes and corkscrew points, and bearing, one on either side, two ominous extinguishers, that seemed to say, 'Who enter here, leave light behind!' There were no talismanic characters engraven on the portal, but the house was now so neglected in appearance, that boys chalked the railings and the pavement - particularly round the corner where the side wall was - and drew ghosts on the stable door; and being sometimes driven off by Mr Towlinson, made portraits of him, in return, with his ears growing out horizontally from under his hat. Noise ceased to be, within the shadow of the roof. The brass band that came into the street once a week, in the morning, never brayed a note in at those windows; but all such company, down to a poor little piping organ of weak intellect, with an imbecile party of automaton dancers, waltzing in and out at folding-doors, fell off from it with one accord, and shunned it as a hopeless place.

弗洛伦斯孤独地居住在这座宏伟而冷清的公馆中，一天又一天地过去，她仍孤独地居住着；光秃秃的墙壁含着发呆的眼光俯视着她，仿佛它们怀着戈冈般的心肠，决心凝视着她，使她的青春和美貌转变成石头似的。

妖魔故事中隐藏在密林深处、具有奇异魔力的住宅，没有一座在想象中能比她父亲的公馆在冷酷的现实中更加凄凉冷落、无人过问；它俯临着大街；夜间，当邻近的窗子放射出光芒时，它经常是这条光线微弱的街道上的一个暗点；白天，它经常是这条街道从不露出微笑的脸上的一道皱眉。

在这座公馆的前面，没有像妖魔传奇中通常所见到的那样，有两条龙守卫着监禁在里面的清白无辜的受害者；但在门的拱道上面有一张怒目而视的脸，邪恶地张开薄薄的嘴唇，俯瞰着所有的来人；除此之外，还有一个奇形怪状的生了锈的铁栅栏，曲曲弯弯，像一个藤架的化石一样竖立在门槛上，上面是细长的和螺旋形的尖端，两边各挂着一个不祥的熄灯器，似乎在说，“进去的人，请把光留有后面！”正门上没有刻上任何辟邪驱怪的文字，但是这座公馆现在外表上十分冷落凄凉，孩子们都用粉笔在栏杆和铺石的道路上——特别是在墙角周围——乱涂乱写，还在马厩的门上画上鬼怪；因为他们有时被托林森先生撵跑，所以他们就采取报复，在上面画上他的肖像，把他的耳朵画成从帽子底下沿着水平方向长出来。在这座公馆屋顶的阴影下，不再有任何喧闹的声音。吹奏铜管乐器的乐队每星期一次在早上来到街上，当它走过这些窗子下面的时候，从来没有吹奏过一个曲调；所有这些娱乐团体都一鼻孔出气似地把它当做一个不可救药的地方，疏远它，回避它，直至那可怜的弹小管风琴的艺人也毫不例外。（这艺人的技艺很不高明，还配上一些用机械自动操作的蹩脚的舞蹈木偶，在双扇门下进进出出地跳着华尔兹舞）。