友情提示:如果本网页打开太慢或显示不完整,请尝试鼠标右键“刷新”本网页!
读书室 返回本书目录 加入书签 我的书架 我的书签 TXT全本下载 『收藏到我的浏览器』

oliver twist(雾都孤儿(孤星血泪))-第93部分

快捷操作: 按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页 按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页 按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部! 如果本书没有阅读完,想下次继续接着阅读,可使用上方 "收藏到我的浏览器" 功能 和 "加入书签" 功能!

wrist; as if to prevent his leaving the house before he had heard 
enough。 “You followed her?” 

“Yes。” 

“To London Bridge?” 

“Yes。” 

“Where she met two people?” 

“So she did。” 

“A gentleman and a lady that she had gone to of her own accord 
before; who asked her to give up all her pals; and Monks first; 
which she did—and to describe him; which she did—and to tell 
her what house it was that we meet at; and go to; which she did— 
and where it could be best watched from; which she did—and 
what time the people went there; which she did。 She did all this。 
She told it all every word without a threat; without a murmur— 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 506 

she did—did she not?” cried Fagin; half…mad with fury。 

“All right;” replied Noah; scratching his head。 “That’s just what 
it was!” 

“What did they say about last Sunday?” 

“About last Sunday!” replied Noah; considering。 “Why; I told 
yer that before。” 

“Again。 Tell it again!” cried Fagin; tightening his grasp on 
Sikes; and brandishing his other hand aloft; as the foam flew from 
his lips。 

“They asked her;” said Noah; who; as he grew more wakeful; 
seemed to have a dawning perception who Sikes was—“they 
asked her why she didn’t come last Sunday; as she promised。 She 
said she couldn’t。” 

“Why—why? Tell him that。” 

“Because she was forcibly kept at home by Bill; the man she 
had told them of before;” replied Noah。 

“What more of him?” cried Fagin。 “What more of the man she 
had told them of before? Tell him that; tell him that。” 

“Why; that she couldn’t very easily get out of doors unless he 
knew where she was going to;” said Noah; “and so the first time 
she went to see the lady; she—ha! ha! ha! it made me laugh when 
she said it; that it did— she gave him a drink of laudanum。” 

“Hell’s fire!” cried Sikes; breaking fiercely from Fagin。 “Let me 
go!” Flinging the old man from him; he rushed from the room; and 
darted; wildly and furiously; up the stairs。 

“Bill; Bill!” cried Fagin; following him hastily。 “A word。 Only a 
word。” 

The word would not have been exchanged; but that the 
housebreaker was unable to open the door; on which he was 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 507 

expending fruitless oaths and violence; when the Jew came 
panting up。 

“Let me out;” said Sikes。 “Don’t speak to me; it’s not safe。 Let 
me out; I say!” 

“Hear me speak a word;” rejoined Fagin; laying his hand upon 
the lock。 “You won’t be—” 

“Well;” replied the other。 

“You won’t be—too—violent; Bill?” 

The day was breaking; and there was light enough for the men 
to see each other’s faces。 They exchanged one brief glance; there 
was a fire in the eyes of both; which could not be mistaken。 “I 
mean;” said Fagin; showing that he felt all disguise was now 
useless; “not too violent for safety。 Be crafty; Bill; and not too 
bold。” 

Sikes made no reply; but; pulling open the door; of which Fagin 
had turned the lock; dashed into the silent streets。 

Without one pause; or moment’s consideration; without once 
turning his head to the right or left; or raising his eyes to the sky; 
or lowering them to the ground; but looking straight before him 
with savage resolution; his teeth so tightly compressed that the 
strained jaw seemed starting through his skin; the robber held on 
his headlong course; nor muttered a word; nor relaxed a muscle; 
until he reached his own door。 He opened it; softly; with a key; 
strode lightly up the stairs; and entering his own room; double…
locked the door; and lifting a heavy table against it; drew back the 
curtain of the bed。 

The girl was lying; half…dressed; upon it。 He had roused her 
from her sleep; for she raised herself with a hurried and startled 
look。 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 508 

“Get up!” said the man。 

“It is you; Bill!” said the girl; with an expression of pleasure at 
his return。 

“It is;” was the reply。 “Get up。” 

There was a candle burning; but the man hastily drew it from 
the candlestick and hurled it under the grate。 Seeing the faint 
light of early day without; the girl rose to undraw the curtain。 

“Let it be;” said Sikes; thrusting his hand before her。 “There’s 
light enough for wot I’ve got to do。” 

“Bill;” said the girl; in the low voice of alarm; “why do you look 
like that at me?” 

The robber sat regarding her for a few seconds; with dilated 
nostrils and heaving breast; and then; grasping her by the head 
and throat; dragged her into the middle of the room; and looking 
once towards the door; placed his heavy hand upon her mouth。 

“Bill; Bill!” gasped the girl; wrestling with the strength of 
mortal fear; “I—won’t scream or cry—not once—hear me—speak 
to me—tell me what I have done?” 

“You know; you she…devil!” returned the robber; suppressing 
his breath。 “You were watched tonight; every word you said was 
heard。” 

“Then spare my life for the love of Heaven; as I spared yours;” 
rejoined the girl; clinging to him。 “Bill; dear Bill; you cannot have 
the heart to kill me。 Oh! think of all I have given up; only this one 
night; for you。 You shall have time to think; and save yourself this 
crime; I will not loose my hold; you cannot throw me off。 Bill; Bill; 
for dear God’s sake; for your own; for mine; stop before you spill 
my blood! I have been true to you; upon my guilty soul I have!” 

The man struggled violently to release his arms; but those of 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 509 

the girl were clasped round his; and tear her as he would; he could 
not tear them away。 

“Bill;” cried the girl; striving to lay her head upon his breast; 
“the gentleman and that dear lady; told me tonight of a home in 
some foreign country where I could end my days in solitude and 
peace。 Let me see them again; and beg them; on my knees; to show 
the same mercy and goodness to you; and let us both leave this 
dreadful place; and far apart lead better lives; and forget how we 
have lived; except in prayers; and never see each other more。 It is 
never too late to repent。 They told me so—I feel it now—but we 
must have time—a little; little time!” 

The housebreaker freed one arm; and grasped his pistol。 The 
certainty of immediate detection if he fired; flashed across his 
mind even in the midst of his fury; and he beat it twice with all the 
force he could summon; upon the upturned face that almost 
touched his own。 

She staggered and fell; nearly blinded with the blood that 
rained down from a deep gash in her forehead; but raising herself; 
with difficulty; on her knees; drew from her bosom a white 
handkerchief—Rose Maylie’s own—and holding it up; in her 
folded hands; as high towards Heaven as her feeble strength 
would allow; breathed one prayer for mercy to her Maker。 

It was a ghastly figure to look upon。 The murderer; staggering 
backward to the wall; and shutting out the sight with his hand; 
seized a heavy club and struck her down。 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 510 

Chapter 48 

The Flight Of Sikes。 

O f all bad deeds that; under cover of the darkness; had been 
committed within wide London’s bounds since night hung 
over it; that was the worst。 Of all the horrors that rose 
with an ill scent upon the morning air; that was the foulest and 
most cruel。 

The sun—the bright sun; that brings back; not light alone; but 
new life; and hope; and freshness to man—burst upon the 
crowded city in clear and radiant glory。 Through costly coloured 
glass and paper…mended window; through cathedral dome and 
rotten crevice; it shed its equal ray。 It lighted up the room where 
the murdered woman lay。 It did。 He tried to shut it out; but it 
would stream in。 If the sight had been a ghastly one in the dull 
morning; what was it now; in all that brilliant light! 

He had not moved; he had been afraid to stir。 There had been a 
moan and motion of the hand; and; with terror added to rage; he 
had struck and struck again。 Once he threw a rug over it; but it 
was worse to fancy the eyes; and imagine them moving towards 
him; than to see them glaring upward; as if watching the reflection 
of the pool of gore that quivered and danced in the sunlight on the 
ceiling。 He had plucked it off again。 And there was the body— 
mere flesh and blood; no more—but such flesh; and so much 
blood! 

He struck a light; kindled a fire; and thrust the club into it。 
There was hair upon the edge; which blazed and shrank into a 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 511 

light cinder; and; caught by the air; whirled up the chimney。 Even 
that frightened him; sturdy as he was; but he held the weapon till 
it broke; and then piled it on the coals to burn away; and smoulder 
into ashes。 He washed himself; and rubbed his clothes; there were 
spots that would not be removed; but he cut the pieces out; and 
burned them。 How those stains were dispersed about the room! 
The very 
返回目录 上一页 下一页 回到顶部 1 0
快捷操作: 按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页 按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页 按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
温馨提示: 温看小说的同时发表评论,说出自己的看法和其它小伙伴们分享也不错哦!发表书评还可以获得积分和经验奖励,认真写原创书评 被采纳为精评可以获得大量金币、积分和经验奖励哦!