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这便是历史：一个英格兰把其他的一个英格半消灭了。煤矿业曾使那些大厦致富。现在却把那些大厦消灭了。如同把那些茅舍消灭了一样。工业的英覆半把农业的英格兰消灭了。一种意义把另一种意义消灭了。新英格兰把旧英格兰消灭了。事态的继续并不是有机的，而是机械式的。 Connie, belonging to the leisured classes, had clung to the remnants of the old England. It had taken her years to realize that it was really blotted out by this terrifying new and gruesome England, and that the blotting out would go on till it was complete. Fritchley was gone, Eastwood was gone, Shipley was going: Squire Winter's beloved Shipley. 属于富裕阶级的康妮，曾攀附着那残余的者英格兰，直至经过了不少的年代，她才明白了，实际上，她的阶级已经给这骇人的右怖的新英格兰消灭了，而且这种消灭工作将继续着，直至消灭净尽了为止。佛力治莱没有了，伊斯乌德没有了，文达先生所爱的希勃莱也就要没有了。 Connie called for a moment at Shipley. The park gates, at the back, opened just near the level crossing of the colliery railway; the Shipley colliery itself stood just beyond the trees. The gates stood open, because through the park was a right-of-way that the colliers used. They hung around the park. 康妮在希勃莱停了一会。屋后的园门是挨近矿场铁道和大路的交叉点的，希勃莱矿场本身就在那些树丛后边。园门大开着，因为矿工们是有权通过花园的。他们在园里游荡着。 The car passed the ornamental ponds, in which the colliers threw their newspapers, and took the private drive to the house. It stood above, aside, a very pleasant stucco building from the middle of the eighteenth century. It had a beautiful alley of yew trees, that had approached an older house, and the hall stood serenely spread out, winking its Georgian panes as if cheerfully. Behind, there were really beautiful gardens. 汽车经过了那点缀园景的水池旁边一但矿工们却把他们的报纸抛在这池里一·然后由一条特别的小咱来到那大厦门前。这是个十八世纪中期的可爱的粉漆的建筑。那儿有一条美丽的水松树的小径，这小径从前是通到一个老屋去的。大厦的正面安静地开展着，它的乔治风格的玻璃窗户好象一些欢乐的眼睛似地闪烁着。屋后边便量些令人羡慕的花园。 Connie liked the interior much better than Wragby. It was much lighter, more alive, shapen and elegant. The rooms were panelled with creamy painted panelling, the ceilings were touched with gilt, and everything was kept in exquisite order, all the appointments were perfect, regardless of expense. Even the corridors managed to be ample and lovely, softly curved and full of life. 康妮觉得里面的一切都比勒格贝可爱得多，光亮得多，并且更有生气，都丽而雅致。房子的墙壁都嵌着乳黄色的木板，天花板油着金色，每样东西都美妙修洁，一切布置都尽美尽妙，处处都花费过大量金钱的。甚至那些走廓都布置得宽大而可爱，优雅地弯曲着，并且充满着生气。 
不过文达是孤独地生活着，他深爱他的住宅。但是他的花园却给他自己的三个煤矿场围绕着。他的想法是很慷慨的。他的花园差不多是欢迎矿工们进来的。难道不是这些矿工们使他有钱的么！所以，当他看见一君君的槛楼的工人到他的水池边闲逛时一自然不能进到他的私人花园里面，这几是有个界限的一他便要说："矿工们也许不象鹿子那样可以点缀园景，但是他们比鹿子是有利得多了。" But that was in the golden---monetarily---latter half of Queen Victoria's reign. Miners were then 'good working men'. 但那是维多利亚王后在位的后半期一金钱满地的黄金时代，那时，矿工们都是些"老实的工人"。 Winter had made this speech, half apologetic, to his guest, the then Prince of Wales. And the Prince had replied, in his rather guttural English: 文达把这种话向他的贵宾，那时还是威尔士王子，半谢罪地说，那王子用他的带喉音的英语回答说： 'You are quite right. If there were coal under Sandringham, I would open a mine on the lawns, and think it first-rate landscape gardening. Oh, I am quite willing to exchange roe-deer for colliers, at the price. Your men are good men too, I hear.' " 你说的很对，要是在桑德灵韩富的花园下面藏有煤炭的话，我定要在那青草上开个矿场，并且要认为那是最上等的花园布景。呵，我很情愿用这价钱把化鹿去换矿工，我还听说你的工人都是些好人呢。" But then, the Prince had perhaps an exaggerated idea of the beauty of money, and the blessings of industrialism. 那时，这王子也许把金钱之美和工业之福惠说得过火一点吧。 
但是这王子后来做了国王，而这国王也已崩逝了。现在是一位另外的国王，他的主要职秒似乎是在主持慈善粥研厂的开幕礼。 And the good working men were somehow hemming Shipley in. New mining villages crowded on the park, and the squire felt somehow that the population was alien. He used to feel, in a good-natured but quite grand way, lord of his own domain and of his own colliers. Now, by a subtle pervasion of the new spirit, he had somehow been pushed out. It was he who did not belong any more. There was no mistaking it. The mines, the industry, had a will of its own, and this will was against the gentleman-owner. All the colliers took part in the will, and it was hard to live up against it. It either shoved you out of the place, or out of life altogether. 那些"好工人"，现在却正浸蚀着希勃莱。大花园里，雨后春笋似地起了许多新的肘落，"老乡绅"的心里，觉得这种民众是异样了，从前，他是心下宽大的，觉得你是自己的产业和自己的矿工们的主子。现在呢，一种新的精神在微妙地侵浸着，他觉得被排挤了。他的产业好象再也不属于他了，那是不容人误会的。矿业与工业、有着一个自我的意志。这意志是反对贵绅主子的！所有的矿工都是参预这意志的人，要想反抗这个意志是困难的，这意志使你失掉你的地位，或者使你从生命中滚蛋！ Squire Winter, a soldier, had stood it out. But he no longer cared to walk in the park after dinner. He almost hid, indoors. Once he had walked, bare-headed, and in his patent-leather shoes and purple silk socks, with Connie down to the gate, talking to her in his well-bred rather haw-haw fashion. But when it came to passing the little gangs of colliers who stood and stared without either salute or anything else, Connie felt how the lean, well-bred old man winced, winced as an elegant antelope stag in a cage winces from the vulgar stare. The colliers were not personally hostile: not at all. But their spirit was cold, and shoving him out. And, deep down, there was a profound grudge. They 'worked for him'. And in their ugliness, they resented his elegant, well-groomed, well-bred existence. 'Who's he!' It was the difference they resented. 曾经讲过军队的"多绅文达"，亏他还站得稳。但是他在晚饭之后，再也不想到花园里去散步了。他差不多总是躲在家里。一天晚上，他光着头，穿着漆皮鞋和紫色的丝袜子，陪着康妮在园门边去，用他的"咳，咳"不离口的上流社会的文雅的口气和她谈着，但是当他经过--群矿工面前时，他们只是望着他，头都不点。康妮觉得这清瘦的、高雅的老先生在退缩着，好象一只笼子里的都丽的羚羊给庸俗的眼睛凝视着时退缩着一般。矿工们，在私人方面对他是没有恶意的，一点也没有。但是他们的精神是无情地．反抗他的。他们的心底里深深地怨恨地。在丑恶中生活着的他们，对于他的都丽的，斯文的，高雅的生活里含恨的。"他是谁呵！"他们所恨的是他与他们间的不同地方。 And somewhere, in his secret English heart, being a good deal of a soldier, he believed they were right to resent the difference. He felt himself a little in the wrong, for having all the advantages. Nevertheless he represented a system, and he would not be shoved out. 虽然，在他的英格兰人的心和他的兵士之心的秘密处，他相信他们急恨这种"不同的地方"是有理由的，他觉得他的享受这一切优越的权益有点不对的，但是他是代表一种制度，所以他是不愿被人排挤的。 Except by death. Which came on him soon after Connie's call, suddenly. And he remembered Clifford handsomely in his will. 只有死才能排挤他。在康妮访他不久以后，死神突然地把他攫去了。在他的遗嘱中，他并没有忘记给克利福很大的好处。 
继承他的财产的人，马上叫人把希勃莱拆毁了。因为保存这大厦太花钱了。谁也不愿意住在那里，于是这大便毁灭了。那美丽的水松树的路线原来伐了。园中的树木也砍光了。整个产业也分成小块了。这地方是很近阿斯魏的。在这新的"无人之城"的奇异的荒原上，新起着一排排的舒适的屋宇；于是便变成了希渤莱新村子！ Within a year of Connie's last call, it had happened. There stood Shipley Hall Estate, an array of red-brick semi-detached 'villas' in new streets. No one would have dreamed that the stucco hall had stood there twelve months before. 康妮到那里去的一年以后，一切都工了，现在那里是希特莱新村了，一座座红砖的屋宇起在那些新避的街道上，没有会梦想到十二个月以前，那里还有过一座壮丽的粉漆大厦。 But this is a later stage of King Edward's landscape gardening, the sort that has an ornamental coal-mine on the lawn. 但是这是爱德华王所私授的花园布景法的新时代，这是一种拿煤矿场来点缀草地的花园布景法。 One England blots out another. The England of the Squire Winters and the Wragby Halls was gone, dead. The blotting out was only not yet complete. 一个英格兰把另一个英格兰消灭了。乡绅文达和勒格贝大厦的英格兰是完了。死了，不过这种消灭工作还没有做到尽头罢了。 What would come after? Connie could not imagine. She could only see the new brick streets spreading into the fields, the new erections rising at the collieries, the new girls in their silk stockings, the new collier lads lounging into the Pally or the Welfare. The younger generation were utterly unconscious of the old England. There was a gap in the continuity of consciousness, almost American: but industrial really. What next? 以后将怎样呢！康妮是不能想象的。她只能看见一些新的砖石的街道铺在田野上，新的建筑物在矿场上起着，新的女工穿着她们的丝袜，新的男工到跳舞宫去。后辈人是完全意识不着老英格兰的。在意识之继续中，有个破缺，差不多是美国式的，但其实是工业的破缺。以后将怎样呢？ 
康妮总觉得那儿并没有以后。她想把她的头藏匿在沙里；或者，至少藏匿在一个活着的男子的怀里。
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