But I think my uncle was right about men in the country. I am sure the tinker and his family slept at night. He and his wife were out a great deal during the day. They went away from the wood and left the children with an old woman, who was the tinker's mother. At one time they were away for several days, and about my usual time for going out the children were asleep, and the old woman used to sit over the camp fire with her head on her hands.
"The language of men, my dear," I observed to Mrs. Hedgehog, "is quite different to ours, even in general tone; but I assure you that when I first heard the tinker's mother, I could have wagered2 a louis d'or and a bottle of brandy that I heard hedgehogs whining3 to each other. In fact, I was about to remonstrate4 with them for their imprudence, when I found out that it was the old woman who was moaning and muttering to herself."
"What is the matter with her?" asked Mrs. Hedgehog.
"I was curious to know myself," said I, "and from what I have overheard, I think I can inform you. She is the tinker's mother, and judging from what he said the other night, was not by any means indulgent to him when he was a child. She is harsh enough to his young brats5 now; but it appears that she was devoted6 to an older son, one of the children of his first wife; and that it is for the loss of this grandchild that she vexes7 herself."
"Is he dead?"
"No, my dear, but—"
"Has he been flitted?"
"Something of the kind, I fear. He has been taken to prison."
"Dear, dear!" said Mrs. Hedgehog; "what a trial to a mother's feelings! Will they bake him?"
"I think not," said I. "I fancy that he is tethered up as a punishment for taking what did not belong to him; and the grandmother's grievance8 seems to be that she believes he was unjustly convicted. She thinks the real robber was a gipsy. Just as if I were taken, and my skin nailed to the keeper's door for pheasant's eggs which I had never had the pleasure of eating."
Mrs. Hedgehog was now dying of curiosity. She said she thought the children's spines9 were strong enough for anything that was likely to happen to them; and so the next fresh damp evening we sent the seven urchins10 down to the burdocks to pick snails11, and crept cautiously towards the tinker's encampment to see what we could see. And there, by the smouldering embers of a bonfire, sat the old woman moaning, as I had described her, with her elbows on her knees, rocking and nursing her head, from which her long hair was looped and fell, like grey rags, about her withered12 fingers.
"I don't like her looks," snorted Mrs. Hedgehog. "And how disgustingly they have trampled13 the grass."
"It is quite true," said I; "it will not recover itself this summer. I wish they had left us our wood to ourselves."
At this moment Mrs. Hedgehog laid her five toes on mine, to attract my attention, and whispered—"Is it a gipsy?" and lifting my nose in the direction of the rustling14 brushwood, I saw Sybil. There was no mistaking her, though her cheeks looked hollower and her eyes larger than when I saw her last.
"Good-evening, mother," she said.
The old woman raised her gaunt face with a start, and cried fiercely, "Begone with you! Begone!" and then bent15 it again upon her hands, muttering, "There are plenty of hedges and ditches too good for your lot, without their coming to worrit us in our wood."
The gipsy girl knelt quietly by the fire, and stirred up the embers.
"What is the matter, mother?" she said. "We've only just come, and when I heard that Tinker George and his mother were in the wood, I started to find you. 'You makes too free with the tinkers,' says my brother's wife. 'I goes to see my mother,' says I, 'who nursed me through a sickness, my real mother being dead, and my own people wanting to bury me through my not being able to speak or move, and their wanting to get to the Bartelmy Fair.' I never forget, mother; have you forgotten me, that you drives me away for bidding you good-day?"
"Good days are over for me," moaned the old woman. "Begone, I say! Don't let me see or hear any that belongs to Black Basil, or it may be the worse for them."
("The tinker-mother whines17 very nastily," said Mrs. Hedgehog. "If I were the young woman, I should bite her."
The old woman's eyes shone in their sockets20, as she looked up at Sybil for a minute, as if to read the gipsy's sentence on her face; and then she chuckled21,
"So they've taken the Terror of the Roads?"
"The Terror of the Roads?" she said. "Yes, they call him that,—but I could turn him round my finger, mother." Her voice had dropped, and she smoothed one of her black curls absently round her finger as she spoke23.
"I couldn't keep him out of mischief," said the girl, sadly; and then, with a sudden flash of anger, she clasped her hands above her head and cried, "A black curse on Jemmy and his gang!"
"A black curse on them as lets the innocent go to prison in their stead. They comes there themselves in the end, and long may it hold them!" was the reply.
Sybil moved swiftly to the old woman's side.
"Think!" screamed the old woman, shaking her fists, whilst the girl interrupted her—
"Hush, mother, hush! tell me now, tell me all, but not so loud," and kneeling with her back to us, she said something more in a low voice, to which the old woman replied in a whine16 so much moderated, that though Mrs. Hedgehog and I strained our ears, and crept as near the group as we dared, we could not catch a word.
Only, after a while Sybil rose up and walked back slowly to the fire, twisting the long lock of her hair as before, and saying—"I turns him round my finger, mother, as far as that goes—"
"So you thinks," said the old crone. "But he never will—even if you would, Sybil Stanley! Oh Christian, my child, my child!"
The gipsy girl stood still, like a young poplar-tree in the dead calm before thunder; and there fell a silence, in which I dared not have moved myself, or allowed Mrs. Hedgehog to move, three steps through the softest grass, for fear of being heard.
Then Sybil said abruptly26, "I've never rightly heard about Christian, mother. What was it made you think so much more of him than you thinks about the others?"
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adj.白天的,每日的 | |
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v.在(某物)上赌钱,打赌( wager的过去式和过去分词 );保证,担保 | |
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3 whining | |
n. 抱怨,牢骚 v. 哭诉,发牢骚 | |
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4 remonstrate | |
v.抗议,规劝 | |
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n.调皮捣蛋的孩子( brat的名词复数 ) | |
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adj.忠诚的,忠实的,热心的,献身于...的 | |
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v.使烦恼( vex的第三人称单数 );使苦恼;使生气;详细讨论 | |
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9 spines | |
n.脊柱( spine的名词复数 );脊椎;(动植物的)刺;书脊 | |
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n.顽童( urchin的名词复数 );淘气鬼;猬;海胆 | |
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n.蜗牛;迟钝的人;蜗牛( snail的名词复数 ) | |
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adj. 枯萎的,干瘪的,(人身体的部分器官)因病萎缩的或未发育良好的 动词wither的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
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踩( trample的过去式和过去分词 ); 践踏; 无视; 侵犯 | |
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v.哀号,号哭;n.哀鸣 | |
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n.套接字,使应用程序能够读写与收发通讯协定(protocol)与资料的程序( Socket的名词复数 );孔( socket的名词复数 );(电器上的)插口;托座;凹穴 | |
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n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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