- 商家货号:T001331109
- ISBN:9787544780131
- 出版日期:1900-01-01
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简·爱是文学目前追求独立与平等的经典女性形象。寄人篱下的童年生活没有让简·爱变得自闭和懦弱,而是激发出了她那坚强不屈、奋发向上的品格。摆脱令人窒息的寄养家庭后,她努力学习,成长为一名独立自主的成熟女性,其后在桑菲尔德庄园谋得家庭教师的职位。她与庄园主人罗切斯特先生的爱情促使她发出那份有名的关于灵魂平等的宣言。靠着顽强的生命力以及自尊自爱的个性,简·爱很终收获了属于自己的幸福。
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章 闹鬼 冬天的寒风带来了阴郁,也带来了雨水。这糟糕的天气让我感到愉快,它解救了我,因为我从不喜欢在寒冷的午后远足。 伊莉莎、约翰和乔治亚娜待在客厅里,围着他们的妈妈嬉戏,没有叫上我一起。里德太太坚持认为,我应该与她还有她的孩子们保持距离。 不过,我更喜欢自己一个人待着。我溜进早餐室,盘腿坐在窗边,在膝盖上放了本书。门突然开了。 “忧郁小姐!”约翰 · 里德大喊,“她人呢?” 我在窗边偷偷坐下来的时候拉上了窗帘。约翰不可能找到我,但是伊莉莎把头探进门里,说:“她在窗边坐着呢。” 我立刻出来了,因为我一点儿也不想被拽出去。约翰一把抓走了我的书。“你没有钱,应该去乞讨,而不是和我们这些绅士的孩子一起住在这儿。警告你,别碰我的东西。这个家里所有的东西都是我的!” 他让我去门边站着。我走了过去,他将那本大书朝我砸来。我被砸倒了,一头撞在门上,鲜血直流。流血和疼痛激怒了我。我被困在这栋冷冰冰的房子里这么多年来,这腔怒火一直都想要爆发。 “缺德的男孩!”我说,“你是个邪恶的暴徒!” 他朝我跑来,抓住了我的头发。我感到一两滴血顺着我的脖子往下流,便疯狂地还击。约翰大叫起来,里德太太冲进了屋,我们的保姆贝茜和也进来了。 “把她带到红屋子去,”里德太太说,“锁在那儿。”我被拖到楼上关了起来。红屋子很干净,可再也没人用过。用人们有些怕这儿。我很害怕,许多年前,里德先生就是在这儿离世的。 里德先生是我的舅舅。我的父母因伤寒逝世后,是他坚持要把我接来一同生活。弥留之际,他让里德太太发誓,要像对待她自己的孩子一样来抚养我。 正是这个誓言让现在的我感到浑身冰凉。显然,里德太太违背了她的誓言。尽管我住在这儿,里德太太却厌恶我,她的孩子们也在折磨我。里德先生会看见如今他们对我的所作所为吗?会从坟墓里出来吗?一想到来自鬼魂的冰冷抚慰,我的心就在胸膛里剧烈地跳动。 多云的天气让屋里显得阴沉。贝茜给我留了盏灯。灯火摇曳,它的投影在墙上跳动着,像是来自另一个世界的幻象。我听到脑袋里急促的声音,我知道,那是翅膀的声音。我感到有什么东西在靠近。 我冲向大门,扑到门上拼命踢着敲打着,大叫起来。 “爱小姐,你病了吗?”贝茜打开门问。 “放我出去,”我乞求她,“我看见了一道光,有鬼!” “怎么回事?”里德太太在走廊边怒吼道,“我说过了,把简 · 爱关在红屋子里,直到我亲自过问。” “她叫喊的声音太大了,夫人。”贝茜解释说。 “舅妈,行行好吧!原谅我吧!”我哀求道,“我受不了!” “闭嘴,”她打断了我,“再关一小时,等你接近平静下来。”她把我推回屋里,锁了起来。 我背倚着门,房间里的黑暗包围着我。我昏了过去。 醒来时,我正躺在自己的床上。那位有时会被叫来给用人们看病的先生也在,贝茜站在他身边。 “你知道我是谁吗?”他问。 我点了点头,说:“劳埃德先生。” “你有什么不舒服吗?能告诉我你为什么生病吗?” “她摔了一跤。”贝茜说。“ 我被砸晕了。”我对他说。被说成是摔倒的笨孩子让我感觉受到了侮辱。“但这并没有让我生病。我被关在了一间闹鬼的黑屋子里。” “闹鬼!”劳埃德先生笑着说,“你怕鬼吗?” “我怕里德先生的鬼魂。没有一个用人会在夜里去那间屋子,可他们却把我关在那儿,这很残忍。” 劳埃德先生继续询问我。我告诉他,我是个孤儿,我的表兄妹们虐待我,舅妈则为自家儿女的恶行惩罚我。 “除了里德太太,你还有别的亲人吗?”他问。 “我不知道。里德舅妈说,或许我有一些姓爱的穷亲戚。但她也对他们一无所知。” “如果你有这样的亲戚,你愿意去和他们一起生活吗?” 我想了想他的话。我对穷人并不了解,只听我的表兄妹们说过。我相信,所有的穷人都穿得破破烂烂,他们肮脏、饥饿、冷漠,而且举止粗鲁。我没有足够的勇气就这样逃离里德家,所以我摇了摇头。 “里德舅妈说他们都是乞丐。我不想去乞讨。”我说。 “你想去上学吗?”劳埃德先生问。 我思考着。约翰痛恨去上学,但这并没有让我感到困扰。约翰很少有什么喜欢的东西。我知道,学校里可以学到东西。我喜欢这个提议。 “我愿意去。”*终,我回答道。 “好吧,让我们看看会发生什么。”他说,“这孩子需要换换空气,换换环境。”说完他便离开去和里德太太谈话。后来,我得知自己很快就会被送去学校。 CHAPTER 1 Ghost The cold winter wind had brought gloom and rain. I was glad of it. I never liked long walks on chilly afternoons and the bad weather saved me from one. Eliza, John, and Georgiana played around their mama in the drawing room. I was not invited. Mrs. Reed insisted I keep my distance from her and her darlings. I preferred my own company anyway. I slipped into the breakfast room and sat cross-legged in the window seat with a book in my lap. Then the door flew open. “Madam Mope!” cried John Reed. “Where is she?” I had drawn the curtain when I slipped into the window seat. It was unlikely John would have found me, but Eliza put her head in at the door and said, “She is in the window seat.” I came out immediately, as I had no wish to be dragged out. John snatched away my book. “You have no money and you ought to beg and not live here with gentlemen’s children like us. I’ll teach you not to touch my things. Everything in this house is mine!” He insisted I go and stand by the door. I went. He flung the heavy book at me and it knocked me down. I struck my head on the door and it began to bleed. The blood and the pain opened the door to the anger in me. The hot anger that had longed to come out for all the years I had been trapped in that cold house. “Wicked boy!” I said. “You are an evil bully.” He ran at me then and grabbed my hair. I felt a drop or two of blood trickle down my neck and I fought back wildly. John screamed and Mrs. Reed rushed into the room with our nursemaid Bessie and another maid, Abbot. “Take her away to the red room,” Mrs. Reed said. “Lock her in there.” I was dragged upstairs and locked in. The red room was kept clean but never used anymore. The servants were a bit afraid of it, and I was terrified. This was the very room where Mr. Reed had died many years before. Mr. Reed was my uncle. He was the one who insisted I be brought to live with them when my parents died of typhus fever. On his deathbed, he had made Mrs. Reed swear to raise me as her own. It was that promise that froze my blood now. Mrs. Reed had surely broken it. I lived there, but she hated me and her children tormented me. Would Mr. Reed now see their treatment and comeback from the grave? The very thought of the cold hand of comfort from a ghost made my heart race in my chest. The room was dark from the cloudy day. Bessie had left me a lantern and the flickering glow cast shadows that danced on the walls like a vision from another world. I heard rushing in my head and knew it to be wings. I felt something near me. I ran to the door and flung myself against it kicking and pounding and screaming. “Miss Eyre, are you ill?” Bessie asked when she opened the door. “Let me out,” I begged. “I saw a light. A ghost.” “What is this?” Mrs. Reed stormed along the corridor. “I gave orders that Jane Eyre should be left in the red room until I came to her myself.” “She screamed so loud, ma’am,” Bessie pleaded. “Oh Aunt, have pity! Forgive me!” I begged. “I cannot endure it!” “Silence,” she snapped. “You will stay here an hour longer until you can be perfectly still.” She thrust me back into the room and locked me in. Then with my back against the door and the darkness of the room closing in around me, I passed out. I awoke in my own bed. Bessie stood nearby with the man who was sometimes called when the servants were sick. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. I nodded and said, “Mr. Lloyd.” “Do you have any pain? Can you tell me what happened to make you ill?” “She had a fall,” Bessie said. “I was knocked down,” I told him, insulted by the suggestion that I was a clumsy child who fell down. “But that didn’t make me ill. I was shut up in a dark room where there is a ghost.” “A ghost!” Mr. Lloyd said with a smile. “You are afraid of ghosts?” “Of Mr. Reed’s ghost I am. None of the servants will go into that room in the dark, but they shut me up in there. It was cruel.” Mr. Lloyd continued to ask questions. I told him that I was an orphan with cousins who abused me and an aunt who punished me for the bad behavior of her own children. “Have you any relatives besides Mrs. Reed?” he asked. “I don’t know. Aunt Reed said I might have some poor relations called Eyre. But she knew nothing about them.” “If you had such relatives, would you like to go live with them?” I thought about that. I knew little of being poor, only what my cousins said. I believed all the poor to be ragged, dirty, hungry, cold, and given to terrible acts. I was not brave enough to escape the Reeds that way, so I shook my head. “Aunt Reed said they are all beggars. I wouldn’t like to beg,” I said. “Would you like to go to school?” Mr. Lloyd asked. I thought about that. John went to school and hated it, but I did not let that trouble me. John liked very few things. I knew you learned things at school and I liked that idea. “Yes,” I finally replied. “Well, let us see what happens,” he said. “The child could use a change of air and scene.” Then he left to speak to Mrs. Reed. Afterward, I learned that I would be sent to school as soon as possible.
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