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干事把茶喝了个一滴不剩，又吃了一片面包，抖掉膝盖上的碎屑，擦了擦嘴，不慌不忙地吻起女总管来。 'Mr. Bumble!' cried that discreet lady in a whisper; for the fright was so great, that she had quite lost her voice, 'Mr. Bumble, I shall scream!' Mr. Bumble made no reply; but in a slow and dignified manner, put his arm round the matron's waist. “邦布尔先生，”这位考虑周到的女士低声嚷嚷着，这一阵恐慌来得非同小可，她简直说不出话来。“邦布尔先生，我要喊啦。”邦布尔没有回答，反而以一种缓慢而又不失尊严的姿势伸出胳臂，挽住女总管的腰。 As the lady had stated her intention of screaming, of course she would have screamed at this additional boldness, but that the exertion was rendered unnecessary by a hasty knocking at the door: which was no sooner heard, than Mr. Bumble darted, with much agility, to the wine bottles, and began dusting them with great violence: while the matron sharply demanded who was there. 正当这位女士声称自己要喊出来的功夫--对于这种得寸进尺的放肆行为，她理所当然是要喊的--一阵急促的敲门声将这种意图变成了多余的。一听有人敲门，邦布尔先生分外敏捷地跳到一边，开始使劲地掸去酒瓶上的灰尘，女总管厉声问谁在那儿。 It is worthy of remark, as a curious physical instance of the efficacy of a sudden surprise in counteracting the effects of extreme fear, that her voice had quite recovered all its official asperity. 值得一提的是，她的嗓门已经完全恢复了那种不折不扣的官腔，这是一个奇妙的实例，说明突如其来的意外事件可以有效地抵消极度恐惧造成的影响。 'If you please, mistress,' said a withered old female pauper, hideously ugly: putting her head in at the door, 'Old Sally is a-going fast.' “夫人，劳您的驾，”一个干瘪的，相貌奇丑的女贫民从门口把脑袋伸了进来。“老沙丽快玩完了。” 
“哟，跟我有什么关系？”女总管怒气冲冲。“她要死又留不住她，对不对？” 'No, no, mistress,' replied the old woman, 'nobody can; she's far beyond the reach of help. I've seen a many people die; little babes and great strong men; and I know when death's a-coming, well enough. But she's troubled in her mind: and when the fits are not on her,--and that's not often, for she is dying very hard,--she says she has got something to tell, which you must hear. She'll never die quiet till you come, mistress.' “是的，是的，夫人，”老妇人回答，“没人留得住，她压根治不好了。我见过许多人死，小宝宝，身强力壮的男人，都见过，我知道死的时候是什么光景。可她心里放不下，一口气很难咽下去，她没发作的时候--这也不常有--她说她有话要说，你非得听一听。夫人，你要是不去一趟，她绝不安安生生死去。” At this intelligence, the worthy Mrs. Corney muttered a variety of invectives against old women who couldn't even die without purposely annoying their betters; and, muffling herself in a thick shawl which she hastily caught up, briefly requested Mr. Bumble to stay till she came back, lest anything particular should occur. Bidding the messenger walk fast, and not be all night hobbling up the stairs, she followed her from the room with a very ill grace, scolding all the way. 听到这消息，可敬的柯尼太太嘟嘟哝哝，冲着那些个老婆子就是一通臭骂，她们非得故意打搅一下上司才肯闭上眼睛，随后匆匆抓起一条厚实的围巾裹在身上，开门见山地请邦布尔先生等自己回来再走，说是怕要发生什么特别的事情。柯尼太太吩咐报信的老太婆腿脚利索些，免得在楼梯上磨磨蹭蹭折腾一晚上，然后跟在老太婆后边走出房间，脸色十分阴沉，骂骂咧咧地去了。 Mr. Bumble's conduct on being left to himself, was rather inexplicable. He opened the closet, counted the teaspoons, weighed the sugar-tongs, closely inspected a silver milk-pot to ascertain that it was of the genuine metal, and, having satisfied his curiosity on these points, put on his cocked hat corner-wise, and danced with much gravity four distinct times round the table. 邦布尔先生独自留下来以后的举动颇为令人费解。他打开壁橱，点了一下茶匙的数目，掂了掂方糖夹子，又对一把银质奶壶细细察看了一番，以确定它的质地。上述种种好奇心得到满足之后，他把三角帽歪戴在头上，一本正经地踏着舞步，绕着桌子转了四个花样不同的圈子。 Having gone through this very extraordinary performance, he took off the cocked hat again, and, spreading himself before the fire with his back towards it, seemed to be mentally engaged in taking an exact inventory of the furniture. 这一番非同寻常的表演结束了，他摘下帽子，背朝火炉，仰摊在椅子上，像是正在脑子里开列一张家具明细清单似的。 
女总管房间里的谧宁气氛被那个老婆子打破了，老太婆担任报丧人倒是再合适不过了，因为她上了年纪而且弯腰驼背，瘫软的手脚直打哆嗦，脸歪嘴瘪，还老是咕咕哝哝地翻白眼，看她那个样子，与其说是造化之功，还不如说像是一个信笔涂抹出来的怪物。 Alas! How few of Nature's faces are left alone to gladden us with their beauty! The cares, and sorrows, and hungerings, of the world, change them as they change hearts; and it is only when those passions sleep, and have lost their hold for ever, that the troubled clouds pass off, and leave Heaven's surface clear. It is a common thing for the countenances of the dead, even in that fixed and rigid state, to subside into the long-forgotten expression of sleeping infancy, and settle into the very look of early life; so calm, so peaceful, do they grow again, that those who knew them in their happy childhood, kneel by the coffin's side in awe, and see the Angel even upon earth. 哀哉！出自造化的姣好面孔留下来供我们欣赏的是多么稀少。世间的操劳、悲哀、饥饿，可以改变人们的心灵，也会改变人们的面容。只有当种种烦恼逝去，永远失去了它们的控制力时，翻覆汹涌的云层才会消散，留下清朗的天颜。死者的面容即便已经完全僵化，也往往会现出久已被人忘怀的那种熟睡中的婴儿的表情，恢复初生时的模样。这些面容又一次变得那样平静，那样温和，一些从欢乐的童年时代就了解他们的人在灵柩旁边肃然跪下，仿佛看见了天使下凡。 The old crone tottered alone the passages, and up the stairs, muttering some indistinct answers to the chidings of her companion; being at length compelled to pause for breath, she gave the light into her hand, and remained behind to follow as she might: while the more nimble superior made her way to the room where the sick woman lay. 于瘪老太婆磕磕绊绊地穿过走廊，登上楼梯，嘴里嘟嘟哝哝，含混不清地回答女总管的责骂。她终于撑不住了，便停下来喘口气，把灯递到柯尼太太手里，自己在后边歇一歇，再尽力跟上去，她的上司越发显得敏捷了，照直走进患病的妇人住的屋子。 It was a bare garret-room, with a dim light burning at the farther end. There was another old woman watching by the bed; the parish apothecary's apprentice was standing by the fire, making a toothpick out of a quill. 这是一间空荡荡的阁楼，前边尽头处点着一盏昏暗的灯。另外一个老太婆守候在床边，教区药剂师的徒弟站在火炉旁，正在把一支羽毛削成牙签。 'Cold night, Mrs. Corney,' said this young gentleman, as the matron entered. “柯尼太太，晚上真够冷的。”女总管走进门去，这位年轻绅士说道。 
“确实很冷，先生。”柯尼太太操着最谦和的腔调回答，一边说，一边行了个屈膝礼。 'You should get better coals out of your contractors,' said the apothecary's deputy, breaking a lump on the top of the fire with the rusty poker; 'these are not at all the sort of thing for a cold night.' “你们应当要承包商提供稍好一点的煤，”代理药剂师抓起锈迹斑斑的火钳，将炉子上的一大块煤敲碎。“这种东西根本对付不了一个寒冷的夜晚。” 'They're the board's choosing, sir,' returned the matron. 'The least they could do, would be to keep us pretty warm: for our places are hard enough.' “那是理事会选购的，先生，”女总管答道，“他们至少应该让我们过得相当暖和，我们这些地方够糟糕的了。” The conversation was here interrupted by a moan from the sick woman. 生病的女人发出一声呻吟，打断了他们的谈话。 'Oh!' said the young mag, turning his face towards the bed, as if he had previously quite forgotten the patient, 'it's all U.P. there, Mrs. Corney.' “哟。”年轻人朝床边转过脸去，似乎他先前已经把患者完全忘记了。“柯尼太太，没指望了。” 
“没指望了，先生，是吗？”女总管问道。 'If she lasts a couple of hours, I shall be surprised.' said the apothecary's apprentice, intent upon the toothpick's point. 'It's a break-up of the system altogether. Is she dozing, old lady?' “她要是拖得过两小时，我才会觉得奇怪呢，”见习药剂师说话时一门心思全放在牙签的尖头上。“整个系统崩溃了。老太婆，她是在打瞌睡吧？” The attendant stooped over the bed, to ascertain; and nodded in the affirmative. 护士在床前俯身看了一下，肯定地点了点头。 'Then perhaps she'll go off in that way, if you don't make a row,' said the young man. 'Put the light on the floor. She won't see it there.' “只要你们不惹出乱子，她或许就这样去了，”年轻人说道，“把灯放到地板上，那儿她看不见。” The attendant did as she was told: shaking her head meanwhile, to intimate that the woman would not die so easily; having done so, she resumed her seat by the side of the other nurse, who had by this time returned. The mistress, with an expression of impatience, wrapped herself in her shawl, and sat at the foot of the bed. 护士照吩咐做了，与此同时，她摇了摇头，意思是这个女人不会那么轻易死的。办完事情，她又回到另一个看护身旁的座位上，她的这位同伴此时也已经回到房间里。柯尼太太一脸的不耐烦，裹了裹围巾，在床下首坐下来。 
见习药剂师削好牙签，便一动不动地立在火炉前边，足足剔了十来分钟牙齿，然后也显得越来越不耐烦，他向柯尼太太说了声祝她工作愉快，蹑手蹑脚地出去了。 When they had sat in silence for some time, the two old women rose from the bed, and crouching over the fire, held out their withered hands to catch the heat. The flame threw a ghastly light on their shrivelled faces, and made their ugliness appear terrible, as, in this position, they began to converse in a low voice. 她们默不作声地坐了好一会，两个老太婆从床边站起来，蜷缩在炉火近旁，伸出皱巴巴的双手取暖。火苗把一团惨白的亮光投射到她们枯槁的脸上，将她俩那副丑八怪的样子照得更加狰狞可怕。她们将就着这种姿势，低声交谈起来。 'Did she say any more, Anny dear, while I was gone?' inquired the messenger. “亲爱的安妮，我走了以后，她说了什么没有？”报丧的那一位问道。
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