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汤姆在走廊上坐下来，这是一个月光如水的夜晚，他坐在那儿凝望喷泉上飞溅的小水珠，听着那低低的水声，想起了自己的家，想到自己很快就会成为一个自由人，想到什么时候就可以回家了。他想着怎样拼命干活，好把妻儿赶紧赎出来。一想到他的臂膀就要成为自己的，能干活来换取一家的自由了，他忍不住满足地抚摸自己胳膊上结实的肌肉。而后，他又想起年轻高贵的主人，就为他祷告起来，一想起主人就止不住为他祷告，这已成了汤姆的习惯了。他的思绪又转到可爱的伊娃身上，他想她已成为天使中的一员了，他想着想着，似乎觉得那个披满金发的小脑袋，那张灿烂明媚的笑脸正透过喷泉的水雾望着他呢。这样想着，他不知不觉地睡着了，梦中依稀看见伊娃蹦蹦跳跳地朝他走来。和以往一样，她头上戴着一顶玫瑰花编的花冠，两颊发光，双眼里迸射出喜悦的光芒。可是，当汤姆再定睛看时，伊娃又仿佛是从地底下走出来似的，两颊苍白，眼睛里放射出深邃而圣洁的光辉，头上罩着一轮金色的光环，转眼间，她就消失无影了。一阵急促的敲门声和门外喧哗的人声把汤姆惊醒了， He hastened to undo it; and, with smothered voices and heavy tread, came several men, bringing a body, wrapped in a cloak, and lying on a shutter. The light of the lamp fell full on the face; and Tom gave a wild cry of amazement and despair, that rung through all the galleries, as the men advanced, with their burden, to the open parlor door, where Miss Ophelia still sat knitting. 他赶紧把门打开。随着低低的人声和沉滞的脚步声进来几个人，他们抬着一扇百叶窗，上面躺着一个人，身上盖着袍子。当马灯照到这个躺着的人脸上时，汤姆禁不住震惊而绝望地哀叫一声，声音响彻整个走廊。那几个人抬着百叶窗继续朝前走去，一直抬到客厅门口，奥菲利亚小姐正坐在那儿织毛线。 St. Clare had turned into a cafe, to look over an evening paper. As he was reading, an affray arose between two gentlemen in the room, who were both partially intoxicated. St. Clare and one or two others made an effort to separate them, and St. Clare received a fatal stab in the side with a bowie-knife, which he was attempting to wrest from one of them. 事情是这样的：刚才圣克莱尔走进一家咖啡馆，想看看晚报，他正在看报时，两个醉气醺天的汉子发生了冲突；圣克莱尔和另外一人想把他们俩拉开，不料其中一个手里拿着一把猎刀，圣克莱尔想把刀夺下来，却在腰间受了致命的一刀。 The house was full of cries and lamentations, shrieks and screams, servants frantically tearing their hair, throwing themselves on the ground, or running distractedly about, lamenting. Tom and Miss Ophelia alone seemed to have any presence of mind; for Marie was in strong hysteric convulsions. At Miss Ophelia's direction, one of the lounges in the parlor was hastily prepared, and the bleeding form laid upon it. St. Clare had fainted, through pain and loss of blood; but, as Miss Ophelia applied restoratives, he revived, opened his eyes, looked fixedly on them, looked earnestly around the room, his eyes travelling wistfully over every object, and finally they rested on his mother's picture. 屋里顿时充满了痛哭，哀号，尖叫声，仆人们扑倒在地板上，有的捶胸顿足，拼命撕扯自己的头发，有的张惶失措地四处奔窜。只有汤姆和奥菲利亚小姐还保持着一点镇定。玛丽那严重的歇斯底里的痉挛症又发作了。在奥菲利亚小姐的指挥下，门厅里的一张躺椅很快被布置妥当，那具流血的躯体被抬了上去。由于剧痛和失血过多，圣克莱尔已昏迷不醒，奥菲利亚小姐做了些急救措施，他才苏醒过来，眼睛定定地望着他们，转而又环视屋内，看屋子里每一样东西。最后，他的视线落在他母亲的画像上。 The physician now arrived, and made his examination. It was evident, from the expression of his face, that there was no hope; but he applied himself to dressing the wound, and he and Miss Ophelia and Tom proceeded composedly with this work, amid the lamentations and sobs and cries of the affrighted servants, who had clustered about the doors and windows of the verandah. 医生来了，开始检查。从他的表情一望而知，圣克莱尔是没救了。然而，他还是尽力包扎伤口。医生、奥菲利亚小姐和汤姆正从容冷静地包扎伤口，仆人们却失魂落魄地蜷缩在门口、窗户下，哭声震天。 
现在，我们得将仆人们全部赶走，"医生说，"一切就在于能否保持绝对的安静。" St. Clare opened his eyes, and looked fixedly on the distressed beings, whom Miss Ophelia and the doctor were trying to urge from the apartment. "Poor creatures!" he said, and an expression of bitter self-reproach passed over his face. Adolph absolutely refused to go. Terror had deprived him of all presence of mind; he threw himself along the floor, and nothing could persuade him to rise. The rest yielded to Miss Ophelia's urgent representations, that their master's safety depended on their stillness and obedience. 正当奥菲利亚小姐和医生催促仆人们离开时，圣克莱尔又睁开了双眼，目不转睛地看着那些不幸的人们。"可怜的人们！"说着，痛苦的自责之色显现在他脸上。阿道夫横躺在地板上，死活也不肯出去，恐惧已让他失去了一切理智。其余的人听奥菲利亚小姐说主人的生命就悬于一线之间，必须保持绝对的肃静，就陆续离开了客厅。 St. Clare could say but little; he lay with his eyes shut, but it was evident that he wrestled with bitter thoughts. 圣克莱尔已经快说不出话了，他躺在那儿，痛苦地紧闭双眼，内心却经历着痛苦的挣扎。 After a while, he laid his hand on Tom's, who was kneeling beside him, and said, "Tom! poor fellow!" 过了一会儿，他将手搭在跪在他身边的汤姆的手上，说，"汤姆，苦命的人啊！" "What, Mas'r?" said Tom, earnestly." 老爷，您说什么？"汤姆急切地问道。 
唉，汤姆，我就要死了，你为我做临终祈祷吧！"圣克莱尔紧紧地握住了汤姆的手。 "If you would like a clergyman--" said the physician." 如果你想请一个牧师来--"医生说。 St. Clare hastily shook his head, and said again to Tom, more earnestly, "Pray!" 圣克莱尔摇了摇头，急切地说："汤姆，你开始祷告吧。" And Tom did pray, with all his mind and strength, for the soul that was passing,--the soul that seemed looking so steadily and mournfully from those large, melancholy blue eyes. It was literally prayer offered with strong crying and tears. 汤姆完全投入到为这颗即将脱离尘世的灵魂的祷告之中。圣克莱尔那双睁大的充满忧伤的蓝眼睛里折射着他的灵魂之光，就那么定定地、无限忧愁地望着汤姆，这真是催人泪下的祷告。 When Tom ceased to speak, St. Clare reached out and took his hand, looking earnestly at him, but saying nothing. He closed his eyes, but still retained his hold; for, in the gates of eternity, the black hand and the white hold each other with an equal clasp. He murmured softly to himself, at broken intervals, 做完祷告之后，圣克莱尔伸出手抓住汤姆的手，恳切地望着他，但一句话也没有说。他闭上了眼睛，但两人的手仍紧紧交握着--在永恒的天国之门前，黑人的手和白人的手就是这么平等地，友好地握在一起。圣克莱尔断断续续地轻声哼唱着： 
耶稣啊，我们要谨记：黑暗的日子里，你不肯将我抛弃；为了寻找我，你疲惫不堪四处奔忙。 It was evident that the words he had been singing that evening were passing through his mind,--words of entreaty addressed to Infinite Pity. His lips moved at intervals, as parts of the hymn fell brokenly from them. 圣克莱尔显然在脑海里搜寻到那天夜晚他所唱的那首歌的歌词，那是对仁爱的主的歌颂。他的嘴嗫嚅着，时断时续地吐出那首歌的歌词。 "His mind is wandering," said the doctor." 他已经神志不清了。"医生说。 "No! it is coming HOME, at last!" said St. Clare, energetically; "at last! at last!"" 不，不，我终于快回家了！"圣克莱尔有力地驳斥说，"就快回家了！回家了！" The effort of speaking exhausted him. The sinking paleness of death fell on him; but with it there fell, as if shed from the wings of some pitying spirit, a beautiful expression of peace, like that of a wearied child who sleeps. 他耗尽了最后一丝力气，死亡的灰白色在他脸上显得更浓重；可是紧接着却代之以一副宁静、安详的表情，就像是在慈善的天使的翼护之下所呈现出的美妙光辉，又像是困乏的孩子终于沉沉睡去后所特有的可爱安静。 
圣克莱尔就这么躺着，所有人都心里明白，死神的魔爪已攫住了他。在他的灵魂将要超脱尘寰之前，他竭力睁开了双眼，眼睛里闪烁着异常的似重逢故人的喜悦之光，接着他叫一声"母亲"，就与世长辞了。 CHAPTER XXIX 第二十九章 The Unprotected 丧失保障的人们 We hear often of the distress of the negro servants, on the loss of a kind master; and with good reason, for no creature on God's earth is left more utterly unprotected and desolate than the slave in these circumstances. 黑奴们失去一位好的主人会哀痛不已，这类事情我们经常听见。在上帝所主宰的世界里，没有谁比毫无保障、孤苦无依的黑奴的命运更为凄惨，因此他们的悲伤是毫不足怪的。 The child who has lost a father has still the protection of friends, and of the law; he is something, and can do something,--has acknowledged rights and position; the slave has none. The law regards him, in every respect, as devoid of rights as a bale of merchandise. The only possible ackowledgment of any of the longings and wants of a human and immortal creature, which are given to him, comes to him through the sovereign and irresponsible will of his master; and when that master is stricken down, nothing remains. 一个孩子失去了父亲，却仍然拥有亲友和法律的庇护；他仍是一个独立的人，能自由发展，将来有所作为，他没有失去公认的权利和地位。黑奴们就完全不同了，他们一无所有，无论从哪个角度来说，法律上确认他只是一件商品，没有任何权利。他仍是个有灵肉的人，有七情六欲，这是自然禀性；但只有通过主人无上的权力和随心所欲的意愿才可能得到满足。因此，东家的弃世意味着他们将失去一切。
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