Away across the park, with its scattered3 oaks and beeches4, she could see masses of woodland lying like dark patches on the distant hills. In the valley the lights in the cottages had been extinguished. One by one they had dropped into the darkness, and now the whole village lay asleep.
Anne leaned her arms on the window-sill and looked out into the night. She had not yet begun to prepare for bed, and she still wore the silver-grey dress she had put on for dinner. The light from two candles on the dressing-table behind her illumined the room, glinting on silver-backed brushes and silver-topped bottles. The walls of the room were white, and above the bed hung an ebony crucifix with a silver Figure. The black cross stood out in startling relief on the white wall-paper. A table beside her bed held a bowl of crimson5 roses, an unlighted reading-lamp, and a green-covered book, the title printed in gold letters. Between the leaves was an ivory paper-cutter. The leaves, however, had long since been cut; and for the sixth—the seventh—time Anne was reading Under the Span of the Rainbow.
Suddenly Anne’s ear was arrested by a sound—a faint sound, but the unmistakable crunch6 of feet on gravel7. The sound came from the drive. She drew back into the room, extinguishing one candle and moving the other so that its light did not illumine the square of open window. Then from behind the curtain she watched and listened.
The sound of the feet drew nearer, and a man emerged from the shadow of the trees in the drive. He walked unfalteringly. It was not the wary8 approach of one who fears to be seen.
Below the terrace he halted. Anne quickly extinguished the second candle, and leant a little from her hiding-place by the curtain. The man looked up, the moonlight falling full on his face, and Anne saw that it was Peter the Piper. Her breath came quickly and she watched, herself unseen.
She saw him lift his pipe to his lips, and then the still night became full of music. This time Anne made no attempt to classify his theme—to read a story in the melody. Probably it held none. It was music—music pure and simple, which the Piper was playing for her alone.
Breathless, entranced, she stood and listened. Surely never was such a piping since King Midas of old listened to the flutes9 of Pan. It was truly Nature’s music, the instrument which produced it forgotten. Liquid, caressing10, it rose and fell in soft cadences11, yet faintly through it throbbed12 the undernote of pain.
How long it lasted Anne did not know. Suddenly there was a pause. Then came the nightingale’s song, one short phrase of pure rapture13. Then silence. Anne saw Peter standing14 still in the moonlight.
On a sudden impulse she moved and pulled a half-blown crimson rose from the bowl on the table near her bed. She threw it from the window and saw it fall at his feet. She saw him stoop and raise it from the ground to his lips. He looked up, and once more she saw his face.
Anne turned swiftly into the room. A moment later there was again the sound of feet on the gravel, a clear, crisp crunching15 which receded16 in the distance.
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1 fragrant | |
adj.芬香的,馥郁的,愉快的 | |
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adj.发光的,发亮的;光明的;明白易懂的;有启发的 | |
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3 scattered | |
adj.分散的,稀疏的;散步的;疏疏落落的 | |
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4 beeches | |
n.山毛榉( beech的名词复数 );山毛榉木材 | |
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5 crimson | |
n./adj.深(绯)红色(的);vi.脸变绯红色 | |
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6 crunch | |
n.关键时刻;艰难局面;v.发出碎裂声 | |
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7 gravel | |
n.砂跞;砂砾层;结石 | |
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9 flutes | |
长笛( flute的名词复数 ); 细长香槟杯(形似长笛) | |
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10 caressing | |
爱抚的,表现爱情的,亲切的 | |
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11 cadences | |
n.(声音的)抑扬顿挫( cadence的名词复数 );节奏;韵律;调子 | |
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抽痛( throb的过去式和过去分词 ); (心脏、脉搏等)跳动 | |
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v.嘎吱嘎吱地咬嚼( crunch的现在分词 );嘎吱作响;(快速大量地)处理信息;数字捣弄 | |
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v.逐渐远离( recede的过去式和过去分词 );向后倾斜;自原处后退或避开别人的注视;尤指问题 | |
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