the open window 中文版
the_open_window中文翻译_以及作者介绍
“内特尔先生，我婶婶马上下楼来，”说话的是一位十五岁的神情自若的年轻姑娘，她说，“在她下来之前的这段时间，暂且有我来陪您。
”内特尔西先生努力说些好听的话，想在这种场合下既恭维了这位侄女，又不会冷落那位即将出现的婶婶。
他患了精神忧郁症，该接受治疗。
他怀疑这次礼节性的拜访，对于他神经的毛病，究竟会有多大好处。
“我知道事情会变成什么样子，”当他准备搬到这个偏僻的乡村时，他姐姐曾对他说，“你到了乡下就会迷糊，不跟任何人讲话，然后，由于孤独，会使你的忧郁症更加严重。
我会给我在那里认识的所有人都写封信，把你介绍给他们。
在我的记忆中，其中有些人是相当友好的。
”内特尔想知道，他拿者信来拜访的这位萨普顿夫人是否属于那种友善的人。
“这附近您认识很多人吗？”那位侄女问，这时她认为，他们之间不做声地坐着的时间已经够久了。
“几乎没有一个认识的，”内特尔说，“大约四年前，我姐姐住在这个区。
她叫我拿者她写的信去拜访这里的一些人。
”他说最后一句话时，语调中带着明显的悲伤。
“那么，您对我婶婶的情况一无所知？”这位神情自若的姑娘追问道。
“仅仅知道她的名字和地址。
”内特尔承认。
他推测着萨普顿夫人是有丈夫还是寡居。
这个屋子似乎有男人住过。
“她那场大悲剧刚好发生在三年前，”那个孩子说，“那应该是你姐姐走了之后。
”“她的悲剧？”内特尔问道。
在某种程度上，悲剧看上去和这个宁静的乡村有些不协调。
“你可能会觉得奇怪，为什么在十月的午后，我们还把那扇窗户大开着。
”那位侄女说。
她指着一扇巨大的法式落地窗，窗子外面是一个草坪。
“今年这个时候还相当暖和，”内特尔说，“可是，那扇窗户和你婶婶的悲剧之间有什么关系吗？”“到今天正好三年了，就是从那扇窗子，他的丈夫和她的两个年轻的弟弟出去了，他们去打猎。
然后就再也没回来。
他们穿过沼泽地，去最喜爱的猎场。
可是，他们陷到了沼泽中。
你知道，那是个可怕的多雨的夏天，往年可以安全走过的地方会突然塌陷下去，事先没有一点征兆。
lesson 2 the open window知识讲解
❖(T)6. Frampton was trying to turn the talk on to a less embarrassing topic, but he was ignored by the hostess.
❖(T) 8. The child pretended to be staring out through the open window with horror in her eyes in order to attract Frampton’s attention.
❖(T) 9.Mrs. Sappleton was not unhappy, though Frampton dashed off without a word of good-bye or apology when her husband arrived back.
new words and phrases
❖ 1）annoy 使生气，使烦恼 ❖ 2）affect 影响 ❖ 3）tremble 颤抖 ❖ 4）relief 缓解，救助 ❖ 5）scarcity 短缺，不足 ❖ 6） muddy 泥泞的，粘满了泥巴的 ❖ 7）sympathetic 同情的，怜悯的 ❖ 8）extraordinary 不一般的，非凡的 ❖ 9）graveyard 墓地 ❖ 10）creature 生物，通常指动物
Characters
C. Mrs. Stapleton -----aunt
适合中学生阅读的英文小说 The open window 英汉对照
适合中学生阅读的英文小说The Open Window 英汉对照by H.H. Munro (SAKI)"My aunt will be downpresently, Mr. Nuttel," said avery self-possessed young ladyof fifteen; "in the meantime youmust try and put up withme."Framton Nuttelendeavored to say the correctsomething which should dulyflatter the niece of the momentwithout unduly discounting the aunt that was to come.Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formalvisits on a succession of total strangers would do muchtowards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed tobe undergoing"I know how it will be," his sister had said when hewas preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; "you willbury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul,and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. Ishall just give you letters of introduction to all the peopleI know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, werequite nice."Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton, the ladyto whom he was presenting one of the letters ofintroduction came into the nice division."Do you know many of the people round here?" askedthe niece, when she judged that they had had sufficientsilent communion."Hardly a soul," said Framton. "My sister was stayinghere, at the rectory, you know, some four years ago, andshe gave me letters of introduction to some of the peoplehere."He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret."Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?"pursued the self-possessed young lady."Only her name and address," admitted the caller. Hewas wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the marriedor widowed state. An undefinable something about theroom seemed to suggest masculine habitation.。
theopenwindow英文完整版
theopenwindow英文完整版The Open WindowBy Saki (H H Munro)In this story a very imaginative young lady of fifteen plays an amusing trick on a visitor to her aunt`s house. As you read, watch closely how smoothly she conducts herself. The story is told with a charm and grace that is characteristics of this English author (1870-1916),who commonly wrote under the pen name of Saki.“My aunt will be down presently，Mr. Nuttel，” said a very s elf-possessed young lady of fifteen；“in the meantime you must try and put up with me.”Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing.“I know how it will be，” his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat，“you will bury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul，and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them，as far as I can remember，were qui te nice.”Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton，the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction，came into the nice division.“Do you know many of the people round here？” asked the niece，when she judged that they had sufficient silent communion.“Hardly a soul，” said Framton. “My sister was staying here，at the rectory you know，some four years ago，and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here.”He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.“Then you know practically nothing about my aunt？” pursued theself-possessed young lady.“Only her name and address，” admitted the caller. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation.“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago，” said the child；“that would be since your sister's time.”“Her tragedy？” asked Framton；somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place.“You may wonder why we k eep that window wide open on an October afternoon，” said the niece，indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn.“It is quite warm for the time of the year，” said Framton；“but ha s that window got anything to do with the tragedy？”“Out through that window，three years ago to a day，her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favorite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer，you know，and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their bodies were never recovered. That was thedr eadful part of it.” Here the child's voice lost its self-possessed note and became f alteringly human. “Poor auntalways thinks that they will come back some day，they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them，walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt，she has often told me how they went out，her husband with his white water proof coat over his arm，and Ronnie，her youngest brother，singing 'Bertie，why do you bound？' as he always did to tease her，because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know，sometimes on still，quiet evenings like this，I almost get a creepy feeling that they will walk in through that window - ”She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.“I hope Vera has been amusing you？” she said.“She has been very interesting，” said Framton.“I hope you don't mind t he open window，” said Mrs. Sappleton briskly；“My husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting，and they always come in this way. They have been out for snipe in the marshes today，so they will make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you menfolk，isn't it？”She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds，and the prospects for duck in the winter. T o Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to aless ghastly topic；he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond. It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary.“The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest，anabsence of mental excitement，and avoidance of anything in the nature of violent physical exercise，” announced Framton，who laboured under the tolerablywide-spread delusion that total strangers and chance acquaintances are hungry for the least detail of one's ailments and infirmities，their cause and cure. “On the matter of diet they are not so much in agreement，” he continued.“No？” said Mrs. Sappleton，in a voice which only replaced a yawn at the last moment. Then she suddenly brightened into alert attention - but not to what Framton was saying.“Here they are at last！” she cried. “Just in time for tea，and don't they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes！”Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction.In the deepening twilight three figures were walking across the lawn towards the window；they all carried guns under their arms，and one of them was additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house，and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk：“I said，Bertie，why do you bound？”Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat；the hall-door，thegravel-drive，and the front gate were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid (an) imminent collision.“Here we are，my dear，” said the bearer of the white mackintosh coming in through the window；“fairly muddy，but most of it's dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came up？”“A most extraordinary man，a Mr. Nuttel，” said Mrs. Sappleton；“could only talk about his illnesses，and dashed off without a word of good-bye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost.”“I expect it was the spaniel，” said the niece calmly；“he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of pariah dogs，and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him. Enough to make any one lose their nerve.”Romance at short notice was her specialty.。
the open window中文翻译 以及作者介绍
“家姑母马上就要下来了，纳特尔先生。
”一位故作深沉的十五岁的小女士道：“在此期间您得暂时忍耐我了。
”弗拉姆顿.纳特尔尽力想说几句得体的话，即能适时恭维了眼前的侄女有得提防止怠慢了就要登场的姑母。
私下里他却比平常更加怀疑这种接连不断的正式拜访完全陌生之人对他正在进行的镇定神经的治疗是否有益。
“我知道是怎么回事。
”他姐姐在他准备隐居乡里的时对他道：“你会把自己完全埋起来，不跟一个活人讲话，你的神经会因为闷闷不乐而更加糟糕。
我会多写几封信，将你介绍给我在当地认识的所有人，我记的有几个人相当不错的。
”弗拉姆顿在想，眼下他已经呈上一封介绍信的这位萨普尔顿太太是否属于不错的阵营。
“这一带您认识的人很多吗？”“我几乎谁都不认识。
”弗拉姆顿道。
“家姊四年前曾在这儿小住，住在教区长公馆，您知道，她给了我几封写给这里一些人的引见信。
”他的最后一句话带上了明显的悔恨语气.“这么说来您实际上对家姑母一无所知了？”这位颇为自持的年轻女士道.“只知道她的姓名和住址。
”拜访者承认道。
他在捉摸萨普而顿太太是已婚呢还是寡居。
房间里某种无以名状的气氛让人觉得逐个该是个男性的居所.“她的重大悲剧就发生在三年前，”侄女道：“应该是令姊离开之后的事了。
”“她的悲剧？”弗拉姆顿问，在这个宁静的乡居之地，似乎绝无发生什么悲剧的可能。
“您也许会想，十月天的午后温暖干吗还要把那扇窗户大开着。
”侄女道，指向一扇开往草坪的巨大法式窗户。
“虽然已是十月天了，今年倒还暖和，”弗拉姆顿道：“不过听您这么说，那扇窗难道跟您提到的悲剧有关？”“三年前的一天，她丈夫和她的两个幼弟就是通过那扇窗户出去打猎的。
他们在也没有回来。
经过那片沼泽地到他们喜欢猎鹬场时，三个人全都被一片背信弃义的沼泽吞没。
那年夏天潮湿的可怕，您知道，很多原本安全的地方突然就没法立足了。
他们的尸体一直没找到。
可怕的正是这个。
”说到此处，侄女颇为自持的态度也消失不见了，开始变的结结巴巴了。
“可怜的姑母总是觉得他们总有一天会回来，他们还有跟他们一起去打猎的小黄，而且会像以往那样通过那扇窗户进来。
哈利波特与魔法石第5章中英文对照学习版
中英文对照学习版Harry Potter and Philosopher’s Stone《哈利波特与魔法石》CHAPTER FiveDiagon Alley第五章对巷角H arry woke early the next morning. Although he coul d tell it was daylight, he kept his eyes shut tight.第二天一大早哈利就醒了。
他明明知道天已经亮了，可还是把眼睛闭得紧紧的。
‘It was a dream,’ he tol d himself firmly. ‘I dreamed a giant call ed Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school for wizards. When I open my eyes I’ll be at home in my cupboard.’“这是一个梦，”他确定无疑地对自己说，“我梦见一个叫海格的巨人，他来对我说，我要进一所魔法学校。
等我一睁眼，我准在家里，在储物间里。
”There was sudd enly a l oud tapping noise.突然传来一阵啪啪的响声。
‘A nd there’s Aunt Petunia knocking on the d oor,’Harry thought, his heart sinking. But he still didn’t open his eyes. It had been such a good dream.“又是佩妮姨妈在捶门了。
”哈利想，他的心一沉。
可他没有睁开眼，因为那个梦实在太好了。
Tap. Tap. Tap.啪。
啪。
啪。
‘A ll right,’ Harry mumbled, ‘I’m getting up.’“好了，”哈利咕哝说，“我这就起来。
”He sat up and Hagrid’s heavy coat fell off him. The hut was full of sunlight, the storm was over, Hagrid himself was asl eep on the collapsed sofa and there was an owl rapping its claw on the wind ow, a newspaper held in its beak.他坐起来，海格的厚外衣从身上滑了下来。
the open window英文完整版
The Open WindowBy Saki (H H Munro)In this story a very imaginative young lady of fifteen plays an amusing trick on a visitor to her aunt`s house. As you read, watch closely how smoothly she conducts herself. The story is told with a charm and grace that is characteristics of this English author (1870-1916),who commonly wrote under the pen name of Saki.“My aunt will be down presently，Mr. Nuttel，” said a very s elf-possessed young lady of fifteen；“in the meantime you must try and put up with me.”Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing.“I know how it will be，” his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat，“you will bury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul，and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them，as far as I can remember，were quite nice.”Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton，the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction，came into the nice division.“Do you know many of the people round here？” asked the niece，when she judged that they had sufficient silent communion.“Hardly a soul，” said Framton. “My sister was staying here，at the rectory you know，some four years ago，and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here.”He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.“Then you know practically nothing about my aunt？” pursued theself-possessed young lady.“Only her name and address，” admitted the caller. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation.“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago，” said the child；“that would be since your sister's time.”“Her tragedy？” asked Framton；somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place.“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon，” said the niece，indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn.“It is quite warm for the time of the year，” said Framton；“but has that window got anything to do with the tragedy？”“Out through that window，three years ago to a day，her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favorite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer，you know，and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it.” Here th e child's voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly human. “Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back some day，they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them，walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt，she has often told me how they went out，her husband with his white water proof coat over his arm，and Ronnie，her youngest brother，singing 'Bertie，why do you bound？' as he always did to tease her，because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know，sometimes on still，quiet evenings like this，I almost get a creepy feeling that they will walk in through that window - ”She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.“I hope Vera has been amusing you？” she said.“She has been very interesting，” said Framton.“I hope you don't mind the open window，” said Mrs. Sappleton briskly；“My husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting，and they always come in this way. They have been out for snipe in the marshes today，so they will make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you menfolk，isn't it？”She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds，and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to aless ghastly topic；he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond. It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary.“The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest，an absence of mental excitement，and avoidance of anything in the nature of violent physical exercise，” announced Framton，who laboured under the tolerablywide-spread delusion that total strangers and chance acquaintances are hungry for the least detail of one's ailments and infirmities，their cause and cure. “On the matter of diet they are not so much in agreement，” he continued.“No？” said Mrs. Sappleton，in a voice which only replaced a yawn at the last moment. Then she suddenly brightened into alert attention - but not to what Framton was saying.“Here they are at last！” she cried. “Just in time for tea，and don't they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes！”Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction.In the deepening twilight three figures were walking across the lawn towards the window；they all carried guns under their arms，and one of them was additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house，and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk：“I said，Bertie，why do you bound？”Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat；the hall-door，thegravel-drive，and the front gate were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid (an) imminent collision.“Here we are，my dear，” said the bearer of the white mackintosh coming in through the window；“fairly muddy，but most of it's dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came up？”“A most extraordinary man，a Mr. Nuttel，” said Mrs. Sappleton；“could only talk about his illnesses，and dashed off without a word of good-bye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost.”“I expect it was the spaniel，” said the niece calmly；“he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of pariah dogs，and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him. Enough to make any one lose their nerve.”Romance at short notice was her specialty.。
the open window中文翻译 以及作者介绍
“家姑母马上就要下来了，纳特尔先生。
”一位故作深沉的十五岁的小女士道：“在此期间您得暂时忍耐我了。
”弗拉姆顿.纳特尔尽力想说几句得体的话，即能适时恭维了眼前的侄女有得提防止怠慢了就要登场的姑母。
私下里他却比平常更加怀疑这种接连不断的正式拜访完全陌生之人对他正在进行的镇定神经的治疗是否有益。
“我知道是怎么回事。
”他姐姐在他准备隐居乡里的时对他道：“你会把自己完全埋起来，不跟一个活人讲话，你的神经会因为闷闷不乐而更加糟糕。
我会多写几封信，将你介绍给我在当地认识的所有人，我记的有几个人相当不错的。
”弗拉姆顿在想，眼下他已经呈上一封介绍信的这位萨普尔顿太太是否属于不错的阵营。
“这一带您认识的人很多吗？”“我几乎谁都不认识。
”弗拉姆顿道。
“家姊四年前曾在这儿小住，住在教区长公馆，您知道，她给了我几封写给这里一些人的引见信。
”他的最后一句话带上了明显的悔恨语气.“这么说来您实际上对家姑母一无所知了？”这位颇为自持的年轻女士道.“只知道她的姓名和住址。
”拜访者承认道。
他在捉摸萨普而顿太太是已婚呢还是寡居。
房间里某种无以名状的气氛让人觉得逐个该是个男性的居所.“她的重大悲剧就发生在三年前，”侄女道：“应该是令姊离开之后的事了。
”“她的悲剧？”弗拉姆顿问，在这个宁静的乡居之地，似乎绝无发生什么悲剧的可能。
“您也许会想，十月天的午后温暖干吗还要把那扇窗户大开着。
”侄女道，指向一扇开往草坪的巨大法式窗户。
“虽然已是十月天了，今年倒还暖和，”弗拉姆顿道：“不过听您这么说，那扇窗难道跟您提到的悲剧有关？”“三年前的一天，她丈夫和她的两个幼弟就是通过那扇窗户出去打猎的。
他们在也没有回来。
经过那片沼泽地到他们喜欢猎鹬场时，三个人全都被一片背信弃义的沼泽吞没。
那年夏天潮湿的可怕，您知道，很多原本安全的地方突然就没法立足了。
他们的尸体一直没找到。
可怕的正是这个。
”说到此处，侄女颇为自持的态度也消失不见了，开始变的结结巴巴了。
“可怜的姑母总是觉得他们总有一天会回来，他们还有跟他们一起去打猎的小黄，而且会像以往那样通过那扇窗户进来。
2.The Open Window
About Saki (H. H. Munro) (5)
• 他曾在缅甸任警察职务，后任《晨邮报》记者，驻俄国、波兰、 巴黎6年之久。 • 第一次世界大战中在法国被以为德国狙击手射中.最后的遗言居 然是“把你手上该死的香烟灭掉阵亡”。尽管他出版有数部长篇 小说，但最为人们称道的还是他的带有超自然色彩的短篇作品。 • 这些作品机智、俏皮、辛辣、奇特，多为社会讽刺和政治讽刺， 无情嘲弄上层社会的陈腐庸俗与愚蠢浅陋。 • 故事结构巧妙，多以异峰突起式的意外结局点明主题；对话机智 俏皮，为故事增添了不少情趣。 • 《The Open Window》是萨基最受欢迎的短篇小说
About Saki (H. H. Munro) (4)
• 这个笔名有着雅俗的两种说法。雅的据说取自 波斯诗人欧玛尔海亚姆的<鲁拜集>,集中有部分 是写给Saki的,起波斯语意为侍酒人。
• 萨基生于缅甸的实兑，在他的母亲去世后,他 被带到英国，和两位严厉的阿姨一起生活。这 也是“阿姨”是他在讽刺文学作品中比较喜欢 运用的角色的原因。
1. It was certainly unfortunate that he should have paid his visit on this sorrowful day. 2. Just in time for tea, and don’t they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes
About Saki (H. H. Munro) (2)
• Christopher Morley writes that Saki provides one an excellent introduction to “the mysterious jungles of English humour, a savage country with birds of unexpected plumage.” Saki is often compared to O. Henry, but I rather suspect his stance is more closely related to Dorothy Parker’s. In any case, Saki speaks for himself and indeed it is quite difficult to speak of Saki.
the-open-window-中文版讲课教案
t h e-o p e n-w i n d o w-中文版The Open Window“努特尔先生，我婶婶很快就回来了，”一个颇自负的十五岁小姑娘说道，“那时候您可得多包涵点。
”弗兰顿．努特尔设法说上几句阿谀的话，恭维一下这位侄女和那位很快就回家的婶婶。
他越来越疑心，对这么一大群毫不相识的人作正式拜访，于他的正在治疗的神经病究竟有何益处？当他做好准备到乡下去时，姐姐对他说：“我看，你要是老不合群，不跟人打交道，整天在家郁闷，病情会越来越严重。
我写封信，给你带去，和那边我的熟人认识。
我记得他们当中有不少热情的好人。
”弗兰顿想：萨伯莱顿夫人——就是他正在拜访的这位女主人——是不是也在“好人”之列呢？小侄女觉得他们静坐太久了，于是打破沉默，问道：“这儿的人您认识多不多？”“几乎没一个，”弗兰顿道，“我姐姐在邻近的教区长家里住过，那可能是四年前的事情。
她给我信，让我和这儿的人认识。
”说完，他不可掩饰地流露出后悔的心情。
“这么说，您一点也不知道我婶婶的事啦？”自负的少女又问道。
弗兰顿承认：“我只知道她的名字和地址。
”他不知道萨伯莱顿的丈夫是否还健在，但屋子里的摆设使他觉得夫人不可能是个寡妇。
“她有个大大的悲剧，发生在三年前，”女孩说，“那时候您姐姐已经搬走了。
”“大悲剧？”弗兰顿反问。
在这个幽寂僻静的小乡村，“悲剧”一词根本不可思议。
“您不觉得奇怪，为啥这样冷的十月天气，下午我们还把窗户敞开着？”侄女手指向一扇开向草坪的巨大落地玻璃窗。
“是啊。
这时节，天气已经有点凉意了，”弗兰顿道，“但这窗户跟你婶婶的悲剧有什么关系呢？”“刚好是三年前的今天，她丈夫和两个弟弟从这窗户前走过，去打猎。
他们再也没有回来。
在穿过沼泽地到他们最中意的水鹭狩猎场时，三个人被一片险恶的泥沼吞没了。
您知道吗，那个阴雨连绵的可恶的夏天，林子里原先安全的道路神不知鬼不觉陷进了泥沼。
时至今日，三个人的尸体还没找到，真可怕！”讲到这，姑娘的声音不再像原来那么平静安详了，她支支唔唔地说：“可怜的婶婶还一直认为他们有一天会回来，他们三个和一条棕色小长耳狗——它也不见了——就像以往那样，从这扇窗户走过。
英语阅读一-The-open-window
英语阅读一-The-open-window“My aunt will come down very soon, Mr. Nuttel,”said a very calm young lady of fifteen years of age; “meanwhile you must try to bear my company.”Framton Nuttel tried to say something which would please the niece now present, without annoying the aunt that was about to come. He was supposed to be going through a cure for his nerves; but he doubted whether these polite visits to a number of total strangers would help much.“I know how it will be,” his sister had said when he was preparing to go away into the country;“you will lose yourself down there and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever through loneliness. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice.”“纳托先生，我姑妈很快就会下来”，说话人是一位十五岁的年轻小姐，看上去沉着自信，“现在我来陪您，请多包涵。
《哈利波特与秘室》第3章《陋屋》中英文对照学习版
中英文对照学习版Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets《哈利˙波特与密室》Chapter ThreeThe Burrow第3章陋居‘Ron!’breathed Harry, creeping to the wind ow and pushing it up so they coul d talk through the bars. ‘Ron, how did you - what the -?’“罗恩！”哈利轻声说道，蹑手蹑脚地走到窗前，把窗户推上去，这样他们好隔着铁栅栏说话，“罗恩，你怎么─这是─？”Harry's mouth fell open as the full impact of what he was seeing hit him. Ron was l eaning out of the back wind ow of an old turquoise car, which was parked in mid-air. Grinning at Harry from the front seats were Fred and George, Ron's eld er twin brothers.看清眼前的情景之后，哈利张大了嘴巴。
罗恩正从一辆青绿色轿车的后车窗探身看着他，轿车停在半空中，罗恩的那对双胞胎哥哥弗雷德和乔治坐在前排，朝他咧嘴笑着。
‘A ll right, Harry?'“怎么样，哈利？”'What's been going on?' said Ron. ‘Why haven't you been answering my l etters? I've asked you to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you'd got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggl es ...' “怎么回事？”罗恩说，“你为什么一直不给我回信？我邀请了你十二次，然后爸爸回来说你在麻瓜面前使用魔法，受到了警告….”‘It wasn't me - and how did he know?'“不是我─他是怎么知道的？”‘He works for the Ministry,' said Ron. ‘You k now we're not supposed to d o spells outsid e school -’“他在部里工作。
人教版高中英语选修小说欣赏入门课件 Unit 1 The Open Window 课件
Unit 1
The Open Window
Hector Hugh Munro
赫克托· 门罗
(1870-1916) Pen name: Saki Occupation: Author, Playwright Nationality: British
“这一带你认识的人不少吧?”外甥女觉得静坐了太久，打破沉默问道。 “一个也不认识，”他说道“我姐姐四年前在这里住过，就在教区长的屋 子，她于是写了引荐信要我来拜访这里的一些人。” 他说最后一句话的时候明显带有后悔的语气。 “这么说你对我的姨妈差不多一无所知？”女孩不动声色的问道。 “只知道名字和住址，”客人坦白的说道。
Plot Analysis:
Climax
Rising Action
Falling Action
plot
Beginning
Resolution
Begining:
• Introduction of the main character:
• Framton Nuttle: a slightly nervous person who is undergoing a nerve cure. His sister introduced him to visit Mrs. Sappelton in anther town to take a rest. . • Mrs. Sappelton’s niece---Vera: a very selfpossessed （镇静、泰然自若）young lady.
• 你知道吗，有时候像今天这样寂静无声的傍晚，我总会有一种感觉，那 就是他们会从那个窗子里走进来,一想到这里就会让人觉得毛骨悚然……”
The Open Window译后感
The Open Window敞开的窗户Translation“我姨妈很快就下来了，鲁特先生”，说话的是一个年仅15岁却异常沉着的小姐，“在她下来之前，只好委屈您和我呆一会了”。
福莱顿鲁特想说几得体的话既可以适当恭维眼下的这位外甥女，又不至冷落了即将要下来的姨妈。
他正在接受一种治疗，据说可以缓解精神压力。
但是他打心底里比任何时候都怀疑这样正儿八经的去拜访一个个素不相识的人对他的治疗能起多大的作用。
“我知道到时候会是个什么样子，”他姐曾对他说。
他当时正准备搬到这乡村休养地来。
“在那边你会一直埋着头不和任何人说话，那么你就会郁闷得使神经变得越来越紧张。
这样吧，我替你写一些引荐信去拜访我在那边的熟人。
就我所记得的，其中有一些人还挺好打交道的。
”福莱顿就带着引荐信来拜访的这位萨普雷敦太太，他不知道她是不是属于好打交道的那种。
“这一带你认识的人不少吧?”外甥女觉得静坐了太久，打破沉默问道。
“一个也不认识，”他说道“我姐姐四年前在这里住过，就在教区长的屋子，她于是写了引荐信要我来拜访这里的一些人。
”他说最后一句话的时候明显带有后悔的语气。
“这么说你对我的姨妈差不多一无所知？”女孩不动声色的问道。
“只知道名字和住址，”客人坦白的说道。
他在寻思着萨普雷敦太太到底有丈夫呢，还是在守寡。
这屋子似乎有种说不清的东西在暗示着这里有男人住。
“她在三年前遭遇过很大的不幸，那应该是在你姐姐走之后的事了”“很大的不幸？”福莱顿惊讶的问道，在这块平静的土地上不幸似乎很不可思议。
“你也许在想，为什么十月的午后那扇窗子还大大地敞开着。
”外甥女指着一个大的落地窗说道。
落地窗外是一片草坪。
“尽管是十月了，天气还算暖和，”福莱顿说道，“难道这窗子和那个不幸有关？”“正好三年前，一天也不差，姨父带着两个小舅子，就是从那扇窗走出去打鸟的—那是他们每天必做的功课，他们这一去就再也没有回来。
到他们最喜欢打猎的地方，得经过一片荒原，途中有一片危险的泥沼，他们三人都陷进去了，你知道的，就是因为那个该死的夏天，雨水特别多，平常年头走上去好好的地方，冷不防就塌下去了，三个人的尸体一直都未找到。
英语口语速递：打开车窗英语怎么说？千万别直译成open the window
英语口语速递：打开车窗英语怎么说？千万别直译成open the window窗户的英文是window，叫司机打开车窗吹吹风不要说open the window，今天教给同学们一个更地道的表达。
1、“打开车窗”英语怎么说？roll down the window =摇下车窗如果是打开家里的窗户，open the window这个说法绝对没问题，但打开车窗不能这么翻译。
因为车窗需要我们手动摇下来，车上有相应的按钮或把手，不像家里门窗可以直接用手拉开。
所以开关车窗不应该说open和close，而要用roll。
roll sth up（转动把手）关闭roll up the window 摇上车窗；关上车窗roll sth down摇开；旋开roll down the window （转动把手）摇下车窗；打开车窗例句Could you roll down the window？I feel a little dizzy.你能开下车窗吗？我现在有点头晕。
2、“透透气”用英语怎么说？开窗是为了透气，促进空气流通，我想出去透气是I want to breathe fresh air吗？这样翻译就太啰嗦了。
其实，透气的英文表达非常简单，常用的有下面几种。
想去透气直接用need some air和get some air就可以了，这也是最常见的表达。
breathable [ˈbriːðəbl] 透气的，多形容可以透气的衣服布料。
ventilate[ˈventɪleɪt] 通风；通气，表示让房间等建筑物通风，well-ventilated room 就是通风良好的房间。
let in是允许进入的意思，let in some air就是让空气进来，也是透气的意思。
例句。
lesson-2-the-open-window课件
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THE OPEN WINDOW
After Saki
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Hector Hugh Munro
赫克托·门罗
(1870-1916)
Pen name: Saki Occupation: Author, Playwright Nationality: British
Master of short stories.
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打开窗户的英文
打开窗户的英文日常生活中，为了让房间通风，让房间的空气清新，我们都会打开窗户。
你知道打开窗户的英文是什么吗?下面是店铺为你整理的打开窗户的英文，希望大家喜欢!打开窗户的英文open the windowopen the window造句1. You can't open the window because it screws up the air conditioning.你不能打开窗户，那样空调就不起作用了。
2. He escaped by kicking open the window.他踢开窗户逃跑了。
3. Thieves shinned up a drainpipe and forced open the window.窃贼沿一根水管爬上去撬开窗户.4. Please open the window and let in some fresh air.请把窗子打开,让新鲜空气进来.5. Will it incommode you if we open the window?如果我们打开窗户会使你觉得不适吗 ?6. Open the window a fraction, please.请把窗户打开一点.7. Father open the window to let in the briskness of the morning air.父亲打开窗户让早晨的清新空气进来.8. It's so stale in here, Mary, please open the window and air this place out.这里的气味太不好了.玛丽, 请打开一扇窗子,让这个地方透透气.9. Open the window and air the room.打开窗子,给房间通通风.10. Let's open the window and air this smoky room.咱们把窗子打开,让这间烟气熏人的房间通通风.open的词语用法adj.open的基本意思是“开着的,开放的”,也可作“坦率的,无偏见的”解。
the open window的总结
the open window的总结"The Open Window" is a short story written by the British author Saki, also known as Hector Hugh Munro. First published in 1911, it is a masterpiece of the horror and ghost genre, with a twist ending that lingers in the mind of the reader. The story revolves around a social visit gone wrong, as the protagonist falls victim to a young girl's vivid imagination and her manipulation of reality.The story is set in the countryside estate of Mr. Nuttel, a city dweller seeking respite from his nervous disorder. The classical rural landscape provides a sense of tranquility, in stark contrast to the bustling and overwhelming city life that the protagonist has left behind. In his search for peace, Mr. Nuttel is introduced to a young girl named Vera, whose unique storytelling abilities and mischievous nature lead him down an unsettling path.Vera's storytelling skills are highlighted through her description of Mr. Nuttel’s ailment and the tragic event that supposedly caused it. The narrative suggests that Nuttel had a terrible experience with hunting, causing him to develop a severe case of nerves. Vera's manipulation of facts and embellishment of the story is evident, making it clear that she enjoys creating fictional narratives to confound and entertain her audience.The central conflict emerges when Mrs. Sappleton, the woman Mr. Nuttel has come to visit, mentions the open window in the parlor. Following this comment, Vera weaves a tale about how the open window came to be, claiming that Mrs. Sappleton's husband and two younger brothers had left three years prior to go hunting, never to return. Mrs. Sappleton, unable to accept their deaths, continuesto keep the windows open, expecting their return at any time.The atmosphere of suspense is skillfully built through the author's use of literary devices. The eerie details about the open window and the constant references to the hunting expedition create an underlying sense of foreboding. The vivid descriptions of the countryside and Mrs. Sappleton's house, coupled with the protagonist's vulnerability due to his nerves, intensify the reader's sense of anticipation, knowing that something is amiss.The climactic twist occurs when the men whom Vera had described as deceased enter the parlor, coming back from their hunting trip. At this moment, Mr. Nuttel is completely taken aback, questioning the reality of the situation. It is revealed that Vera had designed this elaborate scheme to frighten Mr. Nuttel, using her creative imagination to exploit his vulnerabilities.The story's ending leaves the readers with a profound sense of irony and amusement. Mr. Nuttel, unable to comprehend the situation, hurriedly flees from the house, leaving Vera and her family in awe of his reaction. The true brilliance of the story lies not only in the unexpected conclusion but also in the subtle commentary on the potential power of storytelling and manipulation."The Open Window" demonstrates Saki's mastery of storytelling and his ability to captivate readers with his unique blend of dark humor and psychological intrigue. Through Vera's mischievous games, the author challenges the boundaries of reality and exposes the vulnerability of individuals. It raises questions about thereliability of narratives and the impact of storytelling on shaping perceptions.In conclusion, "The Open Window" is a remarkable short story that engages readers from start to finish. With its vivid descriptions, suspenseful atmosphere, and unexpected twist ending, it continues to captivate audiences even a century after its initial publication. Saki's exploration of the power of imagination and the manipulation of reality showcases his unparalleled talent as a storyteller. As readers, we are left questioning the nature of truth, the line between fiction and reality, and the influence of storytelling on our lives.。
the-open-window-赏析
t h e-o p e n-w i n d o w-赏析(总3页) --本页仅作为文档封面，使用时请直接删除即可----内页可以根据需求调整合适字体及大小--本科生课程大作业课程名称：英国短篇小说赏析开课时间：2014年秋任课教师：学生姓名：学生学号：提交日期：2014-11-10The Open WindowThe author is Hector Hugh Munro, whose pen name is Saki. Saki isan excellent author and playwright. The scholars always compare himto O Henry. The stories of Saki are very short, usually about five hundred. But readers enjoy a lot about his vivid plot, humorous words and extraordinary description of characters. Being similar with O Henry, Saki is famous for his bedding, the unexpected end and an amazing suspense. The Open Window is outstanding in above features. The whole story is only approximately 1,000 words while the vividplot and highly logic structure bring us a delicious breast. Apart from his wonderful description, the subtle feeling of irony in the story is also worth analyzing. That’s also the reason I like this short story.The niece, Vera first in the story employs the ghost as the hookor suspense, which draw the attention of immediately. Framton Nuttle is a slightly nervous person who is undergoing a nerve cure. Hissister introduced him to visit Mrs. Sappleton in anther town to takea rest. The Vera actually leads the whole conversation. Then Veratells a few words about the tragedy of Mrs. Sammpleton and takes the French window into Mr. Nuttle’s eyes. In her statement, she emphasizes the tragedy just 3 years ago , which is because that Mr. Nuttle’s aunt lived there 4 years ago. The hook is so great and captivated. In England, an October day was a little cold especiallyin the evening, nearly below 0 Celsius. But the window is still open. It is abnormal for . The whole suspense is so successful for the who is curious about the open window and asks the reason. Next, Vera has the chance to continue her lie and tell that Mrs Sammpleton believes that her husband and her brothers, who were killed in a shooting accident three years before, will come back one day. In this sense,if her husband and brothers are back, they must be the ghosts.To make Vera herself more trustful, Vera shows her excellent play. When Mrs Sammpleton points out that her husband and her brothers are coming, sees the facial look of Vera and look out of the window.Vera “was staring out through the open window with a dazed horror in her eyes”. The facial look of Vera is appealing and creating ahorror atmosphere. There must be something unusual thing happening.To ’s horror, he thinks he is seeing ghosts and running away.Vera employs all the normal elements to establish the ghost story which successfully make the nervous get away. But the end isdifferent from the ghost story and also reasoning in logic. There isno ghost actually. It is only the tricks by Vera. And it is theghosts in ’s mind that tease himself.However, the short novel is more than telling a wonderful story. The unnecessary and over-elaborate formalities in society is also an irony.On this point, we need to focus back to Saki’s life experience. Saki was brought up by his two aunts who flatter their status and emphasize on rituals only, without loving and mercy actually. Intheir mind, being a good manner, obeying the law and to be polite kid is better than one with fair sole, mercy, loving and tolerance. Undergoing the parenting by aunts, Saki had experienced a bored childhood. On this point, Saki began to hate the social nonsense formalities. In the open window, we can find the results.is the social person who begins to call a series of visit to strangers introduced by his sister. Actually, the strangers are not only to , but also to his sister even. His sister lived here 4 years ago only for a while. She declared to have lots of good friends but actually they are only strange friends. This kind of visit is only killing time. After reading the story, you may ask why does Vera liein the story Is it just because of her love for making up stories, or is there something else I think the answers are the attitudes of hating social etiquette rather than rejecting it. was out of innovation, rigidness, self-centered and nervous man. You can imagine how boring it will be getting along with him. According to the social tradition, Vera could not leave the guest alone. So she had to stay there. And this is the original idea of teasing . In the normal sense, the lie is easy to find. In Victorian era, people could not show others their mind or ask others what they want. That’s why thepublic topic is usually the weather or unimportant things. “triedto say correct something which should flatter the niece of the moment without discounting the aunt that was to come”. When he heard the Mrs. Sammpleton talked of her husband, he failed to ask more details. If had the courage to ask, the little girl’s trick would have been revealed easily.In the open window, we can see the human relationships are not bound together strongly. The sister knew little about the brother.The guest knew no more than the address and name of the host. Theaunt knew only some about the niece, for example the aunt did not know Vera is an excellent story-maker. Although the story does not refer the relationship between the aunt and the niece is good or bad, obviously they are not very well. If they get along well enough, when ran out, would know it was the tricks by her niece Vera.The window open looks like only an amazing ghost story. On the other hand, it is an irony picture of the social life at that time.At a typical occasion, all the present three people said meaningless words to each other, with the different own minds indeed. The aunt was waiting his husband back; Vera was thinking how to tease the guest; was abandoning himself into the self-complaining in his own world. It is the hypocritical and tedious occasion that make the smart and self-possessed Vera show her specialty of “romance at short time”. The story is extremely wonderful even in a tiny detail.。
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The Open Window
“努特尔先生，我婶婶很快就回来了，”一个颇自负的十五岁小姑娘说道，“那时候您可得多包涵点。
”
弗兰顿．努特尔设法说上几句阿谀的话，恭维一下这位侄女和那位很快就回家的婶婶。
他越来越疑心，对这么一大群毫不相识的人作正式拜访，于他的正在治疗的神经病究竟有何益处？
当他做好准备到乡下去时，姐姐对他说：“我看，你要是老不合群，不跟人打交道，整天在家郁闷，病情会越来越严重。
我写封信，给你带去，和那边我的熟人认识。
我记得他们当中有不少热情的好人。
”
弗兰顿想：萨伯莱顿夫人——就是他正在拜访的这位女主人——是不是也在“好人”之列呢？
小侄女觉得他们静坐太久了，于是打破沉默，问道：“这儿的人您认识多不多？”
“几乎没一个，”弗兰顿道，“我姐姐在邻近的教区长家里住过，那可能是四年前的事情。
她给我信，让我和这儿的人认识。
”
说完，他不可掩饰地流露出后悔的心情。
“这么说，您一点也不知道我婶婶的事啦？”自负的少女又问道。
弗兰顿承认：“我只知道她的名字和地址。
”他不知道萨伯莱顿的丈夫是否还健在，但屋子里的摆设使他觉得夫人不可能是个寡妇。
“她有个大大的悲剧，发生在三年前，”女孩说，“那时候您姐姐已经搬走了。
”
“大悲剧？”弗兰顿反问。
在这个幽寂僻静的小乡村，“悲剧”一词根本不可思议。
“您不觉得奇怪，为啥这样冷的十月天气，下午我们还把窗户敞开着？”侄女手指向一扇开向草坪的巨大落地玻璃窗。
“是啊。
这时节，天气已经有点凉意了，”弗兰顿道，“但这窗户跟你婶婶的悲剧有什么关系呢？”
“刚好是三年前的今天，她丈夫和两个弟弟从这窗户前走过，去打猎。
他们再也没有回来。
在穿过沼泽地到他们最中意的水鹭狩猎场时，三个人被一片险恶的泥沼吞没了。
您知道吗，那个阴雨连绵的可恶的夏天，林子里原先安全的道路神不知鬼不觉陷进了泥沼。
时至今日，三个人的尸体还没找到，真可怕！”
讲到这，姑娘的声音不再像原来那么平静安详了，她支支唔唔地说：
“可怜的婶婶还一直认为他们有一天会回来，他们三个和一条棕色小长耳狗——它也不见了——就像以往那样，从这扇窗户走过。
就为这，每天傍晚窗户都开着，一直开到天黑得见不着人面。
可怜的婶婶，她老是对我讲起他们是怎样走出去的。
丈夫臂上搭着一件白色的雨衣，最小的弟弟隆尼，哼着一支歌‘噢，伯特利，你为何蹦蹦跳跳？’。
他总是这样拿她开心，因为婶婶说过，这支歌令她心神不安。
你知道吗？有时候，比如说像现在这样安宁寂寞的傍晚，一想到他们随时会从那窗户走进来，我就浑身起鸡皮疙瘩。
”
她停了，打了个冷颤，弗兰顿也不觉一哆嗦。
弗兰顿终于松了一口气：谢天谢地，婶婶回家了。
婶婶匆匆忙忙走进屋子，一边连声道歉：“让客人久等了。
”
她说：“我想，维拉——女孩的名字——没冷落您吧？”
弗兰顿答道：“她倒是个很有趣的孩子。
”
萨伯莱顿夫人说：“我想，您不会介意这扇打开的窗户吧？我丈夫和兄弟打猎马上就回来了，他们总是从这条路走来，他们把我可怜的地毯搞得一塌糊涂。
男人们总是这样，不是吗？”
她兴致勃勃地唠叨起打猎的事情，没有鸟啦，冬天的野鸭如何如何啦，等等，等等。
这对弗兰顿来说简直太可怕了，他作了一番巨大努力，竭力把话题转到不那么耸听的事情上。
但他马上明白，女主人对其它话题一点也不感兴趣，她的眼光不时从他身上溜到那扇敞开的窗户和外面的草坪上。
在这个悲剧的周年日来访，真是不合时宜！
“医生们一致认为我应该好好休息，避免精神过度兴奋和激烈的体育运动，”弗兰顿煞有介事地说。
像许多人一样，他也自以为陌生人或偶然相识者对他的疾病的每一细节、发病原因、医疗过程等会大感兴趣。
“但在如何节食方面，他们的意见就分歧了，”他继续说。
“是吗？”萨伯莱顿夫人说完打个哈欠。
突然，她容光焕发——并非为弗兰顿的故事所吸引。
“他们终于回来了！”她喊道，“又是准准地在喝午茶的时候。
您还没见过他们浑身泥巴，连眼睛也脏兮兮的样子呢！”
弗兰顿又轻轻地颤抖起来，他转向侄女，眼里含着祈求同情理解的神色。
那小姑娘两眼直盯着窗外，表情恐惧。
弗兰顿在座椅里不安地扭动，朝她目光的方向望去，一阵莫名的冰冷恐怖感控制了他。
朦胧暮色中，三个人影越过草坪向窗户走来，腋下都夹着猎枪，有一个肩膀搭挂着一件白色雨衣，一只疲乏的棕色长耳狗紧跟在脚边，他们不声不响地走近房子。
随后有个青年人嘶哑的嗓子在黄昏里唱道：
“噢，伯特利，你为何蹦蹦跳跳？”
弗兰顿发疯似地抓起手杖和帽子，急如风火，慌不择路地从厅门、便道和大门逃出去。
一个过路的骑车者为避免压到他，一下子撞到路旁的绿篱上。
“亲爱的，我们回来了，”那个带着白雨衣的男人走近窗户，说，“全身都脏死了，简直像陷到泥沼里一样。
咦，刚才冲出去的那人是谁？”
“一个怪人，一个名叫努特尔的先生，”萨伯莱顿夫人说，“他只会讲些关于他的神经病的事，看见你们回来，他一句再见也没说就一溜烟跑掉了。
人家还以为他见了鬼呢！”
“我想都是因为那条狗，”小姑娘平静地说，“他告诉我他很怕狗。
在印度恒河边时，有一回他被一对野狗赶到公墓地，只好跳进一口新挖的墓穴里过了一夜。
那两只怪物在他头上狺狺吠叫，呲着牙，冒着唾沫。
谁碰上这么一回都会被吓掉了魂。
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毫不费劲地信口编造个故事，是她的拿手好戏。