In one of the valleys of the forest of Pevensel lay the hamlet of the forest-folk, some half-dozen cottages of unhewn stone, their flagged roofs covered with moss1 and lichen2. There were gardens about the scattered3 cottages, an orchard4 or two, and a few strips of cultivated land where trees had been grubbed up, and whin and heather routed. On the west the ground fell abruptly5 to the banks of a stream that flashed and glittered under the pine-boughs6.
These forest-folk mingled7 but little with the hinds8 of the neighboring villages. They were all of Grimshaw stock, sprung from the loins of Isaac Grimshaw and his brother. There were Dan and David, sons to Isaac; old Ursula their aunt, and Bess, her foster-child; also Solomon, Isaac’s brother, who had caused ten youngsters to be brought into the world. Isaac, a white-haired septuagenarian with a lame9 leg and a pair of unfathomable gray eyes, gave law and order to the clan10 like a patriarch of old. Dan, Black Dan, as the others called him, upheld his father’s word with the brute11 strength of his untamed body.
Rude and unlettered as were these woodlanders, they came of finer stock than the oafs who toiled12 on the Sussex farms. The Grimshaws never seemed to lack for money, for Dan would drive his wagon13 into Rookhurst or Lewes thrice a year, and spend sums that a squire14 might have disbursed15 with pride. They were considered notorious smugglers, these men of Pevensel, though the burning of charcoal16 and the smelting17 of iron were the crafts they practised in pretence18 of an honest living. They had good stuff, solid furniture, broad beds, pewter, and fine crockery in their cottages. The men wore the best cloth, were well-armed, and never lacked for spirits and tobacco. The squalor and poverty of an average village contrasted with the clean comfort of the hamlet of Pevensel.
How did the Grimshaws come by their money? That was the question the country-folk asked of one another over their pipes and ale, a question also that the revenue gentlemen had attempted to solve in vain. No one knew save Isaac, old Ursula, and Dan, of the chest buried in the deeps of the forest, stuffed with guineas, jewels, and ingots of gold. No one knew that Bess, old Ursula’s foster-child, was a strangeling in Pevensel from over the sea. Twenty years had passed since the Richmond Lass had been scuttled19 in a fog off Beachy Head, after her captain had been murdered and certain of the crew. An English officer and his wife had shared the same fate, paying with their lives for the treasure they carried with them. Four sailors—two Irishmen, a Hollander, and a Portuguese—had come ashore20 by night in the jolly-boat with a heavy chest and the dead officer’s daughter, a child of three. They had scuttled the jolly-boat, after filling her with stones, and, striking cross-country, had disappeared with the child into the forest of Pevensel. Only Isaac and Ursula knew the end of the tale, and John, Isaac’s eldest21 son, who had died five years later. The four sailors had lodged22 at the Grimshaws, bargained with Isaac, and, after drinking heavily, had been murdered in their sleep. The treasure-chest hidden in the forest, four skeletons buried under an old oak, the girl Bess, were all that recalled that tragedy of the sea.
It was St. Agnes’s Eve, and snow had fallen heavily for a night and a day. The sky had cleared towards sunset, showing the west red above the white hills and the snow-capped trees. The moon was full that night, and her splendor23 turned Pevensel into a wilderness24 of witchcraft25 and white magic, an endless maze26 of tall, silent trees struck mute betwixt the moonlight and the snow.
Old Ursula Grimshaw, Isaac’s sister, lived alone with Bess in the cottage nearest to the woods. Pine-boughs overhung the roof, and the allies of the forest ran black and solemn from the very walls. Whin, whortleberry, heather, and the blown wind-rack of the trees had conquered one-half of the little garden. Bess and old Ursula were the pair whom Richard Jeffray had passed the day before, tending hogs27 in the beechwood by the road.
It was St. Agnes’s Eve, and Bess sat before the wood-fire in the kitchen, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees. Old Ursula had gone to bed, leaving Bess to watch the flickering28 embers. The room was paved with stone, a warm, snug29 chamber30 despite the deep snow gleaming under the moon without. Herbs, bundles of onions, flitches of bacon, a gun, sheaves of feathers, hung from the great beams. There was much polished pewter on the shelves; a great linen-press behind the door; several oak chairs ranged about the walls; brass31 candlesticks, an hour-glass and a Dutch clock stood on the mantle-shelf, and on an iron hook above the fire a kettle still hissed32 peacefully.
Bess had loosed her black hair about her shoulders so that it rippled33 and shone about her face. Her bare feet were on the hearth-stone, her gray stockings and buckled34 shoes lying near to dry before the fire. Bess’s eyes were building pictures amid the embers stacked behind the iron bars. It was St. Agnes’s Eve, and the girl’s head was packed full of old Ursula’s superstitious35 lore36. She was bent37 on trying a dream that night. She had kissed neither man, woman, nor child all day, had fasted since noon, and whispered a charm up the great chimney. Now that old Ursula’s black cat had lapped up some milk, and was dozing38 before the fire, Bess rose up to put herself to bed.
The girl’s room lay on the upper floor at the back of the cottage, its single window looking out over the valley. Bess, after raking out the fire and seeing that the door was fast, lighted her candle, and climbed the wooden stairs to her room under the roof. A clean shift was laid out on the bed, and the sheets had been put on fresh that morning, for St. Agnes, it was said, loved to find a wench in spotless gear. There were fresh pulled bays strewn upon the pillow, a couple of red apples, and a new shoe.
The room being cold, and Bess propitiously39 sleepy, she disrobed briskly, drew on the clean shift, laid the bay sprigs, apples, and shoe on the chair by the bed, and slipped in between the sheets. Lying straight and on her back, after old Ursula’s orders, she put her right hand beneath her head, saying:
“Now the God of Love send me my desire.” Then, since it was deemed discreet40 to make sure of sleep with all speed, Bess rolled the clothes about her, blew out the candle, and flung her black hair away from her over the pillow.
Whether it was a mere41 trick of the brain or no, or whether the good saint tripped down from heaven on the girl’s behalf, Bess dreamed a dream that night as she lay in her attic42 with the pine-boughs swaying snow-ladened without her window. It seemed to her that she was gathering43 herbs for old Ursula amid the ruins of the Abbey of Holy Cross in the woods beside the river. The sun was at full noon, since the roofless refectory was ablaze44 with light. By the doorway45 Bess dreamed that she came upon a plant with green and lustrous46 leaves and a great red bloom shooting up upon a tall, straight stalk. The flower was so fair and strange that she stooped to pluck it, and in the plucking found the petals47 change to blood. Drawing back in fear, and looking at her red hand, she saw the figure of a man darken the arched doorway. He stood there looking at Bess in silence, with a peculiar48 expression of pain upon his brown and boyish face. Bess took notice even in her dream that he was dressed in black and had white ruffles49 at his wrists. As she wondered where she had seen the face before, the man vanished away from her without a word, and St. Agnes’s dreamer awoke in her bed.
She lay still, yet shivering a little, the vision still playing before her eyes. A low wind had risen, and she could hear it moving in the boughs of the trees without. Beams of moonlight came slanting50 through the casement51 to shine upon the polished panelling of an old cupboard that stood against the wall. The cottage seemed utterly52 still and dark. Bess started up in bed on her elbow of a sudden, her hair falling down upon the pillow, her eyes shining even in the dusk of the room.
Surely she had heard a shower of pebbles53 rattling54 against her window. The pine-boughs had been lopped but a week ago by Dan because they smote55 the glass when the wind blew. She sat up with the bedclothes looped about her waist, and her shift showing her big white arms and full round throat. As she listened there came a second pattering of stones against the casement. Bess, slipping out of bed and pulling on her stockings, threw her red cloak over her shoulders and crept across the room to the window.
Slipping the catch, she thrust open the frame and peered out, with her head on a level with the swaying boughs. The carpeting of snow stretched clear and brilliant under the moon to end in the murk where the woods thickened, and there was no sound save the soughing of the wind in the trees. Bess’s eyes hardened as she leaned over the sill. She gave a short, sharp cry, and drew back as though to close the casement.
“Bess,” came a gruff whisper up the wall.
There was trampled56 snow under the window. A man was standing57 there in the moonlight, the upper part of his face shadowed by the brim of his hat. A dwarfed58 and exaggerated silhouette59 of his broad and burly figure was thrown by the moon’s light upon the snow. He was standing with one arm against the wall, while his head was but six feet or less below the ledge60 of the low window.
“Bess.”
The girl leaned out again, and looked down into the man’s face.
“Is that you, Dan?”
“Yes. Old Ursula’s snoring, eh?”
She could see the man’s hairy face straining up towards her, the lips parted in an insinuating62 grin, the moonlight shining in his eyes.
“I’ve had a dream of you, Bess,” he said.
She frowned, and stared down at him almost fiercely from her vantage-point.
“Well, what of that?”
“It’s the saint’s night, lass. I reckon you’d rather see a man of blood and muscle under your window than lie dreaming of that sheep-faced fool of a David.”
Bess’s mouth curled in the moonlight. She drew her red cloak about her throat, and laughed at the man beneath her on the snow.
“Go home to bed, you great fool,” she said. “Do you think I shall thank you for being dragged up in the cold to see your ugly face?”
Dan Grimshaw stood back from the window and looked up at her with his teeth showing above his beard.
“Steady, Bess!” he growled—“steady!”
She made as though to close the window, her bare arm gleaming in the moonlight as she reached for the catch.
“You are not my man, Dan Grimshaw,” she said, curling her lips over the words.
“Maybe young David would have had a kiss thrown him,” he retorted, hotly.
“Maybe—he would.”
“Take care of your own business, Dan,” she said, clapping to the casement and creeping back to bed.
点击收听单词发音
1 moss | |
n.苔,藓,地衣 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 lichen | |
n.地衣, 青苔 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 scattered | |
adj.分散的,稀疏的;散步的;疏疏落落的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 orchard | |
n.果园,果园里的全部果树,(美俚)棒球场 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 abruptly | |
adv.突然地,出其不意地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 boughs | |
大树枝( bough的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 mingled | |
混合,混入( mingle的过去式和过去分词 ); 混进,与…交往[联系] | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 hinds | |
n.(常指动物腿)后面的( hind的名词复数 );在后的;(通常与can或could连用)唠叨不停;滔滔不绝 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 lame | |
adj.跛的,(辩解、论据等)无说服力的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 clan | |
n.氏族,部落,宗族,家族,宗派 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 brute | |
n.野兽,兽性 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 toiled | |
长时间或辛苦地工作( toil的过去式和过去分词 ); 艰难缓慢地移动,跋涉 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 wagon | |
n.四轮马车,手推车,面包车;无盖运货列车 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 squire | |
n.护卫, 侍从, 乡绅 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 disbursed | |
v.支出,付出( disburse的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 charcoal | |
n.炭,木炭,生物炭 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 smelting | |
n.熔炼v.熔炼,提炼(矿石)( smelt的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 pretence | |
n.假装,作假;借口,口实;虚伪;虚饰 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 scuttled | |
v.使船沉没( scuttle的过去式和过去分词 );快跑,急走 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 ashore | |
adv.在(向)岸上,上岸 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 eldest | |
adj.最年长的,最年老的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 lodged | |
v.存放( lodge的过去式和过去分词 );暂住;埋入;(权利、权威等)归属 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 splendor | |
n.光彩;壮丽,华丽;显赫,辉煌 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 wilderness | |
n.杳无人烟的一片陆地、水等,荒漠 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 witchcraft | |
n.魔法,巫术 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 maze | |
n.迷宫,八阵图,混乱,迷惑 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 hogs | |
n.(尤指喂肥供食用的)猪( hog的名词复数 );(供食用的)阉公猪;彻底地做某事;自私的或贪婪的人 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 flickering | |
adj.闪烁的,摇曳的,一闪一闪的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 snug | |
adj.温暖舒适的,合身的,安全的;v.使整洁干净,舒适地依靠,紧贴;n.(英)酒吧里的私房 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30 chamber | |
n.房间,寝室;会议厅;议院;会所 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31 brass | |
n.黄铜;黄铜器,铜管乐器 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
32 hissed | |
发嘶嘶声( hiss的过去式和过去分词 ); 发嘘声表示反对 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
33 rippled | |
使泛起涟漪(ripple的过去式与过去分词形式) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
34 buckled | |
a. 有带扣的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
35 superstitious | |
adj.迷信的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
36 lore | |
n.传说;学问,经验,知识 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
37 bent | |
n.爱好,癖好;adj.弯的;决心的,一心的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
38 dozing | |
v.打瞌睡,假寐 n.瞌睡 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
39 propitiously | |
参考例句: |
|
|
40 discreet | |
adj.(言行)谨慎的;慎重的;有判断力的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
41 mere | |
adj.纯粹的;仅仅,只不过 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
42 attic | |
n.顶楼,屋顶室 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
43 gathering | |
n.集会,聚会,聚集 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
44 ablaze | |
adj.着火的,燃烧的;闪耀的,灯火辉煌的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
45 doorway | |
n.门口,(喻)入门;门路,途径 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
46 lustrous | |
adj.有光泽的;光辉的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
47 petals | |
n.花瓣( petal的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
48 peculiar | |
adj.古怪的,异常的;特殊的,特有的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
49 ruffles | |
褶裥花边( ruffle的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
50 slanting | |
倾斜的,歪斜的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
51 casement | |
n.竖铰链窗;窗扉 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
52 utterly | |
adv.完全地,绝对地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
53 pebbles | |
[复数]鹅卵石; 沙砾; 卵石,小圆石( pebble的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
54 rattling | |
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 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
55 smote | |
v.猛打,重击,打击( smite的过去式 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
56 trampled | |
踩( trample的过去式和过去分词 ); 践踏; 无视; 侵犯 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
57 standing | |
n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
58 dwarfed | |
vt.(使)显得矮小(dwarf的过去式与过去分词形式) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
59 silhouette | |
n.黑色半身侧面影,影子,轮廓;v.描绘成侧面影,照出影子来,仅仅显出轮廓 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
60 ledge | |
n.壁架,架状突出物;岩架,岩礁 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
61 meddling | |
v.干涉,干预(他人事务)( meddle的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
62 insinuating | |
adj.曲意巴结的,暗示的v.暗示( insinuate的现在分词 );巧妙或迂回地潜入;(使)缓慢进入;慢慢伸入 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
63 dangling | |
悬吊着( dangle的现在分词 ); 摆动不定; 用某事物诱惑…; 吊胃口 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |