While the two were talking, a long train, part carriages, part trucks, was rattling1 through a dreary2 country, where it could never have been were there not regions very different on both sides of it. For miles in any direction, nothing but humpy moorland was to be seen, a gathering3 of low hills, with now and then a higher one, its sides broken by occasional torrents4, in poor likeness5 of a mountain. No smoke proclaimed the presence of human dwelling6; but there were spots between the hills where the hand of man had helped the birth of a feeble fertility; and in front was a small but productive valley, on the edge of which stood the ancient house of Potlurg, with the heath behind it: over a narrow branch of this valley went the viaduct.
It was a slow train, with few passengers. Of these one was looking from his window with a vague, foolish sense of superiority, thinking what a forgotten, scarce created country it seemed. He was a well-dressed, good-looking fellow, with a keen but pale-gray eye, and a fine forehead, but a chin such as is held to indicate weakness. More than one, however, of the strongest women I have known, were defective7 in chin. The young man was in the only first-class carriage of the train, and alone in it. Dressed in a gray suit, he was a little too particular in the smaller points of his attire8, and lacked in consequence something of the look of a gentleman. Every now and then he would take off his hard round hat, and pass a white left hand through his short-cut mousey hair, while his right caressed9 a far longer mustache, in which he seemed interested. A certain indescribable heaviness and lack of light characterized his pale face.
It was a lovely day in early June. The air was rather cold, but youth and health care little about temperature on a holiday, with the sun shining, and that sweetest sense—to such at least as are ordinarily bound by routine—of having nothing to do. To many men and women the greatest trouble is to choose, for self is the hardest of masters to please; but as yet George Crawford had not been troubled with much choosing.
A crowded town behind him, the loneliness he looked upon was a pleasure to him. Compelled to spend time in it, without the sense of being on the way out of it, his own company would soon have grown irksome to him; for however much men may be interested in themselves, there are few indeed who are interesting to themselves. Those only whose self is aware of a higher presence can escape becoming bores and disgusts to themselves. That every man is endlessly greater than what he calls himself, must seem a paradox10 to the ignorant and dull, but a universe would be impossible without it. George had not arrived at the discovery of this fact, and yet was for the present contented11 both with himself and with his circumstances.
The heather was not in bloom, and the few flowers of the heathy land made no show. Brown and darker brown predominated, with here and there a shadow of green; and, weary of his outlook, George was settling back to his book, when there came a great bang and a tearing sound. He started to his feet, and for hours knew nothing more. A truck had run off the line and turned over; the carriage in which he was had followed it, and one of the young man's legs was broken.
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adj. 格格作响的, 活泼的, 很好的 adv. 极其, 很, 非常 动词rattle的现在分词 | |
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2 dreary | |
adj.令人沮丧的,沉闷的,单调乏味的 | |
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3 gathering | |
n.集会,聚会,聚集 | |
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4 torrents | |
n.倾注;奔流( torrent的名词复数 );急流;爆发;连续不断 | |
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5 likeness | |
n.相像,相似(之处) | |
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6 dwelling | |
n.住宅,住所,寓所 | |
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7 defective | |
adj.有毛病的,有问题的,有瑕疵的 | |
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8 attire | |
v.穿衣,装扮[同]array;n.衣着;盛装 | |
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9 caressed | |
爱抚或抚摸…( caress的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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10 paradox | |
n.似乎矛盾却正确的说法;自相矛盾的人(物) | |
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11 contented | |
adj.满意的,安心的,知足的 | |
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