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“死的时候，”那女的回答的时候好像打了个寒战，“孩子的母亲只剩最后一口气了，求她替孤儿保存起来，可那个当妈的刚一断气，她就从尸体上把东西偷走了。” 'She sold it,' cried Monks, with desperate eagerness; 'did she sell it? Where? When? To whom? How long before?' “她把东西卖掉了？”孟可司急不可待地嚷了起来，“她是不是卖了？卖哪儿去了？什么时候？卖给谁了？多久以前的事？” 'As she told me, with great difficulty, that she had done this,' said the matron, 'she fell back and died.' “当时，她费了好大劲告诉我，她干了这件事，”女总管说，“倒下去就死了。” 'Without saying more?' cried Monks, in a voice which, from its very suppression, seemed only the more furious. 'It's a lie! I'll not be played with. She said more. I'll tear the life out of you both, but I'll know what it was.' “再没说什么了？”孟可司尽量压低声音嚷道，但却仅仅使他的声音听上去更加暴躁。“撒谎。我不会上当的。她还有话。不把话说清楚，我会要你们俩的老命。” 'She didn't utter another word,' said the woman, to all appearance unmoved (as Mr. Bumble was very far from being) by the strange man's violence; 'but she clutched my gown, violently, with one hand, which was partly closed; and when I saw that she was dead, and so removed the hand by force, I found it clasped a scrap of dirty paper.' “别的话她一句也没说，”这个怪人的举动十分狂暴，但妇人显然丝毫也不为所动（相形之下，邦布尔先生就差远了），她说道。“不过，她一只手死死抓住我的上衣，手没有整个攥在一块儿。我见她已经死了，就用力把那只手掰开，发现她手里握着一张破纸片。” 
“那上边有--”孟可司伸长脖子，插了一句。 'Nothing,' replied the woman; 'it was a pawnbroker's duplicate.' “没什么，”那女的回答，“是一张当票。” 'For what?' demanded Monks. “当的什么？”孟可司追问道。 'In good time I'll tell you.' said the woman. 'I judge that she had kept the trinket, for some time, in the hope of turning it to better account; and then had pawned it; and had saved or scraped together money to pay the pawnbroker's interest year by year, and prevent its running out; so that if anything came of it, it could still be redeemed. Nothing had come of it; and, as I tell you, she died with the scrap of paper, all worn and tattered, in her hand. The time was out in two days; I thought something might one day come of it too; and so redeemed the pledge.' “到时候，我会告诉你的，”妇人说道，“我寻思她把那个小东西放了一阵子，满以为能卖个大价钱，后来才送进了当铺，她存了钱，或者说攒了些钱，一年一年付给当铺利息，免得过期。真有什么事情用得着了，还可以赎出来。结果什么事也没有，而且，我告诉你吧，她手里捏着那张烂得一塌糊涂的纸片死了。那时还有两天就要过期了，我心想说不定哪天还会用得着呢，就把东西赎了回来。” 'Where is it now?' asked Monks quickly. “眼下东西在什么地方？”孟可司急切地问。 
“在这儿。”妇人回答。她慌里慌张，把一只大小刚够放下一块法国表的小羊皮袋扔在桌上，好像巴不得摆脱它的样子。孟可司猛扑上去，双手颤抖着把袋子撕开。袋子里装着一只小金盒，里边有两绺头发，一个纯金的结婚戒指。 'It has the word "Agnes" engraved on the inside,' said the woman.'There is a blank left for the surname; and then follows the date; which is within a year before the child was born. I found out that.' “戒指背面刻着‘艾格尼丝’几个字，”妇人说，“空白是留给姓氏的，接下来是日期。那个日子就在小孩生下来的前一年。我后来才弄清楚了。” 'And this is all?' said Monks, after a close and eager scrutiny of the contents of the little packet. “就这些？”孟可司说，他对小袋子里的东西都仔细而急切地检查过了。 'All,' replied the woman. “就这些。”妇人回答。 Mr. Bumble drew a long breath, as if he were glad to find that the story was over, and no mention made of taking the five-and-twenty pounds back again; and now he took courage to wipe the perspiration which had been trickling over his nose, unchecked, during the whole of the previous dialogue. 邦布尔先生长长地倒抽了一口气，仿佛感到欣慰，故事已经讲完了，对方没有重提把那二十五金榜要回去的话，他鼓起勇气，把从刚才那一番对话开始以来就遏止不住地从鼻子上滴下来的汗水抹掉了。 
“除了能够猜到的以外，我对这事就什么也不知道了，”邦布尔老婆沉默片刻，对孟可司说道，“我也不想打听什么，因为这样最稳当。不过，我总可以问你两个问题吧，是吗？” 'You may ask,' said Monks, with some show of surprise; 'but whether I answer or not is another question.' “你可以问，”孟可司略有几分惊异地说，“但我是否答复就是另一个问题了。” '--Which makes three,' observed Mr. Bumble, essaying a stroke of facetiousness. “--这就成了三个了。”邦布尔先生一心要在滑稽取笑方面露一手，便说道。 'Is that what you expected to get from me?' demanded the matron. “这是不是你打算从我这儿得到的东西？”女总管问道。 'It is,' replied Monks. 'The other question?' “是，”孟可司回答，“还有一个问题呢？” 
“你打算用来干什么？会不会用来跟我过不去？” 'Never,' rejoined Monks; 'nor against me either. See here! But don't move a step forward, or your life is not worth a bulrush.' “绝对不会，”孟可司回答，“也不会跟我自己过不去。瞧这儿。你一步也别往前挪，要不你的性命连一根莎草也不值了。” With these words, he suddenly wheeled the table aside, and pulling an iron ring in the boarding, threw back a large trap-door which opened close at Mr. Bumble's feet, and caused that gentleman to retire several paces backward, with great precipitation. 随着这番话，他猛地将桌子推到一边，抓住地板上的一只铁环，拉开一大块活板，从紧挨着邦布尔先生脚边的地方掀开一道暗门，吓得这位先生连连后退。 'Look down,' said Monks, lowering the lantern into the gulf. 'Don't fear me. I could have let you down, quietly enough, when you were seated over it, if that had been my game.' “瞧下边，”孟可司一边说，一边把吊灯伸进洞里，“犯不着怕我。你们坐在上边的功夫，我完全可以不声不响地打发你们下去，我要是有这个意思的话。” Thus encouraged, the matron drew near to the brink; and even Mr. Bumble himself, impelled by curiousity, ventured to do the same. The turbid water, swollen by the heavy rain, was rushing rapidly on below; and all other sounds were lost in the noise of its plashing and eddying against the green and slimy piles. There had once been a water-mill beneath; the tide foaming and chafing round the few rotten stakes, and fragments of machinery that yet remained, seemed to dart onward, with a new impulse, when freed from the obstacles which had unavailingly attempted to stem its headlong course. 在这一番鼓励之下，女总管挨近了坑口。连邦布尔先生也在好奇心驱使下大着胆子走上前来。大雨后暴涨的河水在底下奔泻而过，流水哗哗，浊浪翻滚，扑打着那粘糊糊的绿色木桩，所有的声音都消失在这一片喧腾声中。下边过去有一座水磨，水流泛起泡沫，冲击着几根腐朽的木桩和残存的机器零件，接着甩开了这些妄图阻止它一泄千里的障碍物，似乎拿出了新的冲劲朝前奔去。 
“要是你把一个人的尸体抛到下边去，明天早上会到什么地方？”孟可司将吊灯在黑洞里来回晃动着，说道。 'Twelve miles down the river, and cut to pieces besides,' replied Bumble, recoiling at the thought. “流下去十二英里，外加扯成几大块。”邦布尔想到这一点，赶紧缩回去。 Monks drew the little packet from his breast, where he had hurriedly thrust it; and tying it to a leaden weight, which had formed a part of some pulley, and was lying on the floor, dropped it into the stream. It fell straight, and true as a die; clove the water with a scarcely audible splash; and was gone. 孟可司将匆忙中塞进怀里的那个小包掏出来，拾起地板上一个铅坠绑在上边，这个铅坠原先是滑车上的一个零件，绑好之后，便丢进了激流之中。铅坠直端端掉下去，扑嗵一声划开水面，声音几乎难以听见，不见了。 The three looking into each other's faces, seemed to breathe more freely. 三个人面面相觑，似乎松了一口气。 'There!' said Monks, closing the trap-door, which fell heavily back into its former position. 'If the sea ever gives up its dead, as books say it will, it will keep its gold and silver to itself, and that trash among it. We have nothing more to say, and may break up our pleasant party.' “喂，”孟可司关上暗门，活板又重重地落回到原来的位置上。“如果大海会把死人送上岸来的话，书上就是这么说的，它自会留下金银财宝，包括那个无用的东西在内。我们没什么可说的了，还是结束这一次愉快的聚会吧。” 
“当然当然。”邦布尔先生欣然同意。 'You'll keep a quiet tongue in your head, will you?' said Monks, with a threatening look. 'I am not afraid of your wife.' “你还是在脑袋瓜里留一条规规矩矩的舌头，好不好？”孟可司把脸一沉，说道。“我并不担心你的夫人。”
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