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无期徒刑精彩小说部分阅读第二章

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于是,Vickers太太挣扎了一番,放弃了与她一起洗澡的重点和梦想,并以她所能得到的最好的风度跟随她的丈夫。当相当出海她似乎与她的命运,并采用间隔骂她的女儿和她的女仆,在迷人的年轻的中尉,Maurice Frere。
魅力是Julia Vickers的自然的一部分;羡慕她住了:即使在一个囚犯的船,她在她身边的丈夫,她必须调情,或者灭亡的精神空虚。这动物没有什么害处。她只是徒劳的,中年妇女,带着她和兄弟因为他们值得关注。此外,她对他的良好感觉是有用的,原因很快就会出现。
他手里拿着帽子,从梯子上跑下来,向她伸出援助之手。
“谢谢你,Frere先生。这些可怕的梯子。我真的-他,他-对他们很发抖。热!是的,亲爱的,最压抑的。约翰,营凳。祈祷,Frere先生-哦,谢谢!希尔维亚!希尔维亚!约翰,你有我的浴盐吗?我想还是平静的吧?这些可怕的平静!“
这种半时尚的滑坡,二十码范围内的野兽的巢穴,在街垒,对方听起来怪怪的;但Frere先生认为没什么。熟悉破坏恐怖,和治愈的调情,拍着穆斯林,并表演了她的第二率增色,的笑着罪犯的眼皮底下,与尽可能多的自满,仿佛她一直在查塔姆球室。事实上,如果有人靠近,这是不可能的,她会轻蔑地着迷的甲板,让眼睛在最像样的罪犯有。
维氏,一低头,兄弟,看见妻子爬上梯子,然后把他的女儿。
她是一个六岁的娇嫩的孩子,蓝眼睛,亮头发。虽然沉溺于她的父亲和母亲宠坏了,她的性格使她不自然的甜味,和她的教育还影响只是表现在一千专横的秀色,这使她的船的亲爱的。希尔维亚小姐有幸去任何地方,做任何事情,甚至convictism闭上它的臭嘴在她面前。跑到她父亲身边,孩子在和所有奉承自尊的价值。她到处跑,被问到的问题,发明了答案,笑了笑,唱歌,跳跃,盯着罗盘,觉得男人的腰包掌舵,把她的小手在值班的大手掌,甚至跑到甲板拉哨兵的大衣尾巴上的责任。
最后,她厌倦了到处乱跑,她从她衣服的胸前拿出一个带条纹的皮球,打电话给她父亲,当他站在船尾时,把它扔给了他。他把它还给了他,并笑着,在每次投掷时拍手,孩子继续玩游戏。
那些囚犯们的新鲜空气几乎被吃光了,他们急切地看着这种新的娱乐来源。天真的笑声和幼稚的闲聊是奇怪的东西。有些人微笑着,饶有兴趣地点着游戏中多变的命运。一个年轻的小伙子几乎无法克制自己鼓掌。仿佛从炎热的酷暑,笼罩着船,突然出现了一个凉爽的微风了。
在这欢乐之中,手表的军官,很快crimsoning地平线,停下,并用手遮住眼睛,望着专注地向西。
兄弟,谁发现了Vickers夫人的谈话有点讨厌,被掠时的同伴,好像在某个出现的期望,注意动作。
“怎么了,贝斯特先生?”“
“我不太清楚。“我觉得像一团烟,”他拿起酒杯,扫了一眼地平线。
“让我看看,说:”兄弟;他也看。
在极端的地平线上,就在下沉的太阳的左边,休息着,或者似乎在休息,一只小小的黑云。金色和深红色,飞溅在天空周围,溢出了它周围,并作出了明确的看法几乎是不可能的。
“我不能让它了,”Frere说,把望远镜。“太阳一落下来,我们就能看见。”
然后Vickers夫人,当然,也期望,及是地影响对玻璃的重点,致力于仪器多少少女咯咯地笑着,最后宣布,关闭后的一眼她白皙的手,肯定她能看到的只是天空,并认为Frere先生是邪恶的目的在做。”
不久,Blunt船长出现了,他拿着军官的杯子,仔细地看了很久。然后mizentop呼吁,宣布他什么也看不见了;最后,太阳下山了一个混蛋,仿佛从海中的狭缝,和黑色斑点吞噬

So Mrs. Vickers, after a hard struggle, gave up the point and her dreams of Bath together, and followed her husband with the best grace she could muster. When fairly out to sea she seemed reconciled to her fate, and employed the intervals between scolding her daughter and her maid, in fascinating the boorish young Lieutenant, Maurice Frere.

Fascination was an integral portion of Julia Vickers’s nature; admiration was all she lived for: and even in a convict ship, with her husband at her elbow, she must flirt, or perish of mental inanition. There was no harm in the creature. She was simply a vain, middle-aged woman, and Frere took her attentions for what they were worth. Moreover, her good feeling towards him was useful, for reasons which will shortly appear.

Running down the ladder, cap in hand, he offered her his assistance.

“Thank you, Mr. Frere. These horrid ladders. I really — he, he — quite tremble at them. Hot! Yes, dear me, most oppressive. John, the camp-stool. Pray, Mr. Frere — oh, thank you! Sylvia! Sylvia! John, have you my smelling salts? Still a calm, I suppose? These dreadful calms!”

This semi-fashionable slip-slop, within twenty yards of the wild beasts’ den, on the other side of the barricade, sounded strange; but Mr. Frere thought nothing of it. Familiarity destroys terror, and the incurable flirt, fluttered her muslins, and played off her second-rate graces, under the noses of the grinning convicts, with as much complacency as if she had been in a Chatham ball-room. Indeed, if there had been nobody else near, it is not unlikely that she would have disdainfully fascinated the ’tween-decks, and made eyes at the most presentable of the convicts there.

Vickers, with a bow to Frere, saw his wife up the ladder, and then turned for his daughter.

She was a delicate-looking child of six years old, with blue eyes and bright hair. Though indulged by her father, and spoiled by her mother, the natural sweetness of her disposition saved her from being disagreeable, and the effects of her education as yet only showed themselves in a thousand imperious prettinesses, which made her the darling of the ship. Little Miss Sylvia was privileged to go anywhere and do anything, and even convictism shut its foul mouth in her presence. Running to her father’s side, the child chattered with all the volubility of flattered self-esteem. She ran hither and thither, asked questions, invented answers, laughed, sang, gambolled, peered into the compass-case, felt in the pockets of the man at the helm, put her tiny hand into the big palm of the officer of the watch, even ran down to the quarter-deck and pulled the coat-tails of the sentry on duty.

At last, tired of running about, she took a little striped leather ball from the bosom of her frock, and calling to her father, threw it up to him as he stood on the poop. He returned it, and, shouting with laughter, clapping her hands between each throw, the child kept up the game.

The convicts — whose slice of fresh air was nearly eaten — turned with eagerness to watch this new source of amusement. Innocent laughter and childish prattle were strange to them. Some smiled, and nodded with interest in the varying fortunes of the game. One young lad could hardly restrain himself from applauding. It was as though, out of the sultry heat which brooded over the ship, a cool breeze had suddenly arisen.

In the midst of this mirth, the officer of the watch, glancing round the fast crimsoning horizon, paused abruptly, and shading his eyes with his hand, looked out intently to the westward.

Frere, who found Mrs. Vickers’s conversation a little tiresome, and had been glancing from time to time at the companion, as though in expectation of someone appearing, noticed the action.

“What is it, Mr. Best?”

“I don’t know exactly. It looks to me like a cloud of smoke.” And, taking the glass, he swept the horizon.

“Let me see,” said Frere; and he looked also.

On the extreme horizon, just to the left of the sinking sun, rested, or seemed to rest, a tiny black cloud. The gold and crimson, splashed all about the sky, had overflowed around it, and rendered a clear view almost impossible.

“I can’t quite make it out,” says Frere, handing back the telescope. “We can see as soon as the sun goes down a little.”

Then Mrs. Vickers must, of course, look also, and was prettily affected about the focus of the glass, applying herself to that instrument with much girlish giggling, and finally declaring, after shutting one eye with her fair hand, that positively she “could see nothing but sky, and believed that wicked Mr. Frere was doing it on purpose.”

By and by, Captain Blunt appeared, and, taking the glass from his officer, looked through it long and carefully. Then the mizentop was appealed to, and declared that he could see nothing; and at last the sun went down with a jerk, as though it had slipped through a slit in the sea, and the black spot, swallowed up in the gathering haze, was seen no more.

As the sun sank, the relief guard came up the after hatchway, and the relieved guard prepared to superintend the descent of the convicts. At this moment Sylvia missed her ball, which, taking advantage of a sudden lurch of the vessel, hopped over the barricade, and rolled to the feet of Rufus Dawes, who was still leaning, apparently lost in thought, against the side.

The bright spot of colour rolling across the white deck caught his eye; stooping mechanically, he picked up the ball, and stepped forward to return it. The door of the barricade was open and the sentry — a young soldier, occupied in staring at the relief guard — did not notice the prisoner pass through it. In another instant he was on the sacred quarter-deck.

Heated with the game, her cheeks aglow, her eyes sparkling, her golden hair afloat, Sylvia had turned to leap after her plaything, but even as she turned, from under the shadow of the cuddy glided a rounded white arm; and a shapely hand caught the child by the sash and drew her back. The next moment the young man in grey had placed the toy in her hand.

Maurice Frere, descending the poop ladder, had not witnessed this little incident; on reaching the deck, he saw only the unexplained presence of the convict uniform.

“Thank you,” said a voice, as Rufus Dawes stooped before the pouting Sylvia.

The convict raised his eyes and saw a young girl of eighteen or nineteen years of age, tall, and well developed, who, dressed in a loose-sleeved robe of some white material, was standing in the doorway. She had black hair, coiled around a narrow and flat head, a small foot, white skin, well-shaped hands, and large dark eyes, and as she smiled at him, her scarlet lips showed her white even teeth.

He knew her at once. She was Sarah Purfoy, Mrs. Vickers’s maid, but he never had been so close to her before; and it seemed to him that he was in the presence of some strange tropical flower, which exhaled a heavy and intoxicating perfume.

For an instant the two looked at each other, and then Rufus Dawes was seized from behind by his collar, and flung with a shock upon the deck.

Leaping to his feet, his first impulse was to rush upon his assailant, but he saw the ready bayonet of the sentry gleam, and he checked himself with an effort, for his assailant was Mr. Maurice Frere.

“What the devil do you do here?” asked the gentleman with an oath. “You lazy, skulking hound, what brings you here? If I catch you putting your foot on the quarter-deck again, I’ll give you a week in irons!”

Rufus Dawes, pale with rage and mortification, opened his mouth to justify himself, but he allowed the words to die on his lips. What was the use? “Go down below, and remember what I’ve told you,” cried Frere; and comprehending at once what had occurred, he made a mental minute of the name of the defaulting sentry.

The convict, wiping the blood from his face, turned on his heel without a word, and went back through the strong oak door into his den. Frere leant forward and took the girl’s shapely hand with an easy gesture, but she drew it away, with a flash of her black eyes.

“You coward!” she said.

The stolid soldier close beside them heard it, and his eye twinkled. Frere bit his thick lips with mortification, as he followed the girl into the cuddy. Sarah Purfoy, however, taking the astonished Sylvia by the hand, glided into her mistress’s cabin with a scornful laugh, and shut the door behind her.

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