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1、Unit 6 Mrriage Text A The Legacy 1 For Sissy Miller. Gilbert Clandon, taking up the pearl brooch that lay among a litter of rings and brooches on a little table in his wifes drawing-room, read the inscription: For Sissy Miller, with my love. 2 It was like Angela to have remembered even Sissy Miller,
2、 her secretary. Yet how strange it was, Gilbert Clandon thought once more, that she had left everything in such order a little gift of some sort for every one of her friends. It was as if she had foreseen her death. Yet she had been in perfect health when she left the house that morning, six weeks a
3、go; when she stepped off the kerb in Piccadilly and the car had killed her. 3 He was waiting for Sissy Miller. He had asked her to come; he owed her, he felt, after all the years she had been with them, this token of consideration. Yes, he went on, as he sat there waiting, it was strange that Angela
4、 had left everything in such order. Every friend had been left some little token of her affection. Every ring, every necklace, every little Chinese box she had a passion for little boxes had a name on it. To him, of course, she had left nothing in particular, unless it were her diary. Fifteen little
5、 volumes, bound in green leather, stood behind him on her writing table. Ever since they were married, she had kept a diary. Some of their very few he could not call them quarrels, say tiffs had been about that diary. When he came in and found her writing, she always shut it or put her hand over it.
6、 No, no, no, he could hear her say, After Im dead perhaps. So she had left it him, as her legacy. It was the only thing they had not shared when she was alive. But he had always taken it for granted that she would outlive him. If only she had stopped one moment, and had thought what she was doing, s
7、he would be alive now. But she had stepped straight off the kerb, the driver of the car had said at the inquest. She had given him no chance to pull up.Here the sound of voices in the hall interrupted him. 4 Miss Miller, Sir, said the maid. 5 She came in. She was terribly distressed, and no wonder.
8、Angela had been much more to her than an employer. She had been a friend. To himself, he thought, as he pushed a chair for her and asked her to sit down, she was scarcely distinguishable from any other woman of her kind. There were thousands of Sissy Millers drab little women in black carrying attac
9、h cases. But Angela, with her genius for sympathy, had discovered all sorts of qualities in Sissy Miller. She was the soul of discretion, so silent, so trustworthy, one could tell her anything, and so on. 6 Miss Miller could not speak at first. She sat there dabbing her eyes with her pocket 名师资料总结 -
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11、py here, she said, looking round. Her eyes rested on the writing table behind him. It was here they had worked she and Angela. For Angela had her share of the duties that fall to the lot of the wife of a prominent politician, she had been the greatest help to him in his career. He had often seen her
12、 and Sissy sitting at that table Sissy at the typewriter, taking down letters from her dictation. No doubt Miss Miller was thinking of that, too. Now all he had to do was to give her the brooch his wife had left her. A rather incongruous gift it seemed. It might have been better to have left her a s
13、um of money. Or even the typewriter. But there it was For Sissy Miller, with my love. And, taking the brooch, he gave it her with the little speech that he had prepared. He knew, he said, that she would value it. His wife had often worn it. And she replied, as she took it, almost as if she too had p
14、repared a speech, that it would always be a treasured possession. . She had, he supposed, other clothes upon which a pearl brooch would not look quite so incongruous. She was wearing the little black coat and skirt that seemed the uniform of her profession. Then he remembered she was in mourning, of
15、 course. She too had had her tragedy a brother, to whom she was devoted, had died only a week or two before Angela. In some accident, was it? He could remember only Angela telling him; Angela, with her genius for sympathy, had been terribly upset. Meanwhile Sissy Miller had risen. She was putting on
16、 her gloves. Evidently she felt that she ought not to intrude. But he could not let her go without saying something about her future. And so he added, as he pressed her hand. Remember, Miss Miller, if theres any way in which I can help you, it will be a pleasure. Then he opened the door. For a momen
17、t, on the threshold, as if a sudden thought had struck her, she stopped. 10 Mr Clandon, she said, looking straight at him for the first time, and for the first time he was struck by the expression, sympathetic yet searching, in her eyes. If at any time, she was saying, theres anything I can do to he
18、lp you, remember, I shall feel it, for your wifes sake, a pleasure. 11 With that she was gone. Her words and the look that went with them were unexpected. It was almost as if she believed, or hoped, that he would have need of her. A curious, perhaps a fantastic idea occurred to him as he returned to
19、 his chair. Could it be, that during all those years when he had scarcely noticed her, she, as the novelists say, had entertained a passion for him? He caught his own reflection in the glass as he passed. He 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 2 页，共 15 页 -
20、 - - - - - - - - was over fifty; but he could not help admitting that he was still, as the looking-glass showed him, a very distinguished-looking man. 12 Poor Sissy Miller! he said, half laughing. How he would have liked to share that joke with his wife! He turned instinctively to her diary. Gilbert
21、, he read, opening it at random, looked so wonderful. It was as if she had answered his question. Of course, she seemed to say, youre very attractive to women. Of course Sissy Miller felt that too. He read on. How proud I am to be his wife! And he had always been very proud to be her husband. How of
22、ten when they dined out somewhere he had looked at her across the table and said to himself. She is the loveliest woman here! He read on. That first year he had been standing for Parliament . They had toured his constituency. When Gilbert sat down the applause was terrific. The whole audience rose a
23、nd sang: For hes a jolly good fellow. I was quite overcome. He remembered that, too. She had been sitting on the platform beside him. He could still see the glance she cast at him, and how she had tears in her eyes. He read on rapidly, filling in scene after scene from her scrappy fragments. Dined a
24、t the House of Commons. To an evening party at the Lovegroves. Did I realize my responsibility, Lady L. asked me, as Gilberts wife? Then as the years passed he took another volume from the writing table he had become more and more absorbed in his work. And she, of course, was more often alone. It ha
25、d been a great grief to her, apparently, that they had had no children. How I wish, one entry read, that Gilbert had a son! Oddly enough he had never much regretted that himself. Life had been so full, so rich as it was. That year he had been given a minor post in the government. A minor post only,
26、but her comment was: I am quite certain now that he will be Prime Minister! Well, if things had gone differently, it might have been so. He paused here to speculate upon what might have been. Politics was a gamble, he reflected; but the game wasnt over yet. Not at fifty. He cast his eyes rapidly ove
27、r more pages, full of the little trifles, the insignificant, happy, daily trifles that had made up her life. 13 He took up another volume and opened it at random. What a coward I am! I let the chance slip again. But it seemed selfish to bother him about my own affairs, when he has so much to think a
28、bout. And we so seldom have an evening alone. What was the meaning of that? Oh here was the explanation it referred to her work in the East End. I plucked up courage and talked to Gilbert at last. He was so kind, so good. He made no objection. He remembered that conversation. She had told him that s
29、he felt so idle, so useless. She wished to have some work of her own. She wanted to do something she had blushed so prettily, he remembered, as she said it sitting in that very chair to help others. So every Wednesday she went to Whitechapel. He remembered how he hated the clothes she wore 名师资料总结 -
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31、o find a job for Lily. He skipped on. His own name occurred less frequently. His interest slackened. Some of the entries conveyed nothing to him. For example: Had a heated argument about socialism with B. M. Who was B. M.? He could not fill in the initials; some woman, he supposed, that she had met
32、on one of her committees. B. M. made a violent attack upon the upper classes. . I walked back after the meeting with B. M. and tried to convince him. But he is so narrow-minded. So B. M. was a man no doubt one of those intellectuals as they call themselves, who are so violent, as Angela said, and so
33、 narrow-minded. She had invited him to come and see her apparently. B. M. came to dinner. He shook hands with Minnie! That note of exclamation gave another twist to his mental picture. B. M., it seemed, wasnt used to parlour-maids: he had shaken hands with Minnie. Presumably he was one of those tame
34、 workingmen who air their views in ladies drawing-rooms. Gilbert knew the type, and had no liking for this particular specimen, whoever B. M. might be. Here he was again. Went with B. M. to the Tower of London. He said revolution is bound to come. . He said we live in a Fools paradise. That was just
35、 the kind of thing B. M. would say Gilbert could hear him. He could also see him quite distinctly a stubby little man, with a rough beard, red tie, dressed as they always did in tweeds, who had never done an honest days work in his life. Surely Angela had the sense to see through him? He read on. B.
36、 M. said some very disagreeable things about. . The name was carefully scratched out. I would not listen to any more abuse of. . Again the name was obliterated. Could it have been his own name? Was that why Angela covered the page so quickly when he came in? The thought added to his growing dislike
37、of B. M. He had had the impertinence to discuss him in this very room. Why had Angela never told him? It was very unlike her to conceal anything; she had been the soul of candour. He turned the pages, picking out every reference to B. M. B. M. told me the story of his childhood. His mother went out
38、charring. When I think of it, I can hardly bear to go on living in such luxury. Three guineas for one hat! If only she had discussed the matter with him, instead of puzzling her poor little head about questions that were much too difficult for her to understand! He had lent her books. Karl Marx. The
39、 Coming Revolution. The initials B. M., B. M., B. M., recurred repeatedly. But why never the full name? He read on. B. M. came unexpectedly after dinner. Luckily, I was alone. That was only a year ago. Luckily why luckily? I was alone. Where had he been that night? He checked the date in his engagem
40、ent book. It had been the night of the Mansion House dinner. And B. M. and 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 4 页，共 15 页 - - - - - - - - - Angela had spent the evening alone! He tried to recall that evening. Was she waiting up for him when he came back? H
41、ad the room looked just as usual? Were there glasses on the table? Were the chairs drawn close together? He could remember nothing nothing whatever. It became more and more inexplicable to him the whole situation: his wife receiving an unknown man alone. Perhaps the next volume would explain. Hastil
42、y he reached for the last of the diaries the one she had left unfinished when she died. There on the very first page was that cursed fellow again. Dined alone with B. M. He became very agitated. He said it was time we understood each other. I tried to make him listen. But he would not. He threatened
43、 that if I did not. the rest of the page was scored over. He could not make out a single word; but there could be only one interpretation: the scoundrel had asked her to become his mistress. Alone in his room! The blood rushed to Gilbert Clandons face. He turned the pages rapidly. What had been her
44、answer? Initials had ceased. It was simply he now. He came again. I told him I could not come to any decision. I implored him to leave me. He had forced himself upon her in this very house? But why hadnt she told him? How could she have hesitated for an instant? Then: I wrote him a letter. Then page
45、s were left blank. Then there was this: No answer to my letter. Then more blank pages: and then this: He has done what he threatened. After that what came after that? He turned page after page. All were blank. But there, on the very day before her death, was this entry: Have I the courage to do it t
46、oo? That was the end. 14 Gilbert Clandon let the book slide to the floor. He could see her in front of him. She was standing on the kerb in Piccadilly. Her eyes stared; her fists were clenched. Here came the car. 15 He could not bear it. He must know the truth. He strode to the telephone. 16 Miss Mi
47、ller! There was silence. Then he heard someone moving in the room. 17 Sissy Miller speaking her voice at last answered him. 18 Who, he thundered, is B. M.? 19 He could hear the cheap clock ticking on her mantelpiece: then a long drawn sigh. Then at last she said: 20 He was my brother. 21 He was her
48、brother; her brother who had killed himself. 22 Is there, he heard Sissy Miller asking, anything that I can explain? 23 Nothing! he cried. Nothing! 24 He had received his legacy. She had told him the truth. She had stepped off the kerb to rejoin her lover. She had stepped off the kerb to escape from
49、 him. 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 5 页，共 15 页 - - - - - - - - - 遗赠物弗吉妮娅 伍尔芙“ 给西瑟 米勒。 ” 吉尔伯特 克兰登拿起放在太太客厅小桌子上那一堆戒指和胸针中的那枚珍珠胸针，念着上面的字：“ 给西瑟 米勒，谨致爱意。”她连自己的秘书西瑟 米勒都记在心里， 安吉拉就是这样的人。可多奇怪， 吉尔伯特 克兰登又一次想着，她居然把一切都安排得那么井然有序 每一位朋友都有一件小小的礼物。似乎她预见到了自己的死。可是，六个星期前，她
50、在那天上午离家时身体很好, 正当她走下皮卡迪利大街的人行道时，一辆汽车把她撞死。他在等西瑟 米勒。 他请她来的。他觉得她与他们夫妇俩相处了那么多年，自己应当以这种方式表示关心。真的，他坐在那儿等着，心里还在想，安吉拉把一切安排得这么井然有序，是很奇怪。每个朋友都得到一份代表她的情谊的小小礼物。每一枚戒指，每一串项链，每一个小巧的中国盒 她对小巧的盒子情有独钟 都有个名字附在上面。当然，她没给他留下什么特别的物品，除非是她的那些日记。15 本小本子，用绿色皮面装帧，全都摆放在他身后的书桌上。婚后她就开始记日记了。两人偶有的 称不上争吵，只能说是别扭 都是为了这些日记。 每当他走进房间看到她在写，