the holly-tree(圣树)-第1章
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THE HOLLY…TREETHREE BRANCHES
THE HOLLY…TREE
THREE BRANCHES
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FIRST BRANCHMYSELF
I have kept one secret in the course of my life。 I am a bashful man。
Nobody would suppose it； nobody ever does suppose it； nobody ever did
suppose it； but I am naturally a bashful man。 This is the secret which I
have never breathed until now。
I might greatly move the reader by some account of the innumerable
places I have not been to； the innumerable people I have not called upon
or received； the innumerable social evasions I have been guilty of； solely
because I am by original constitution and character a bashful man。 But I
will leave the reader unmoved； and proceed with the object before me。
That object is to give a plain account of my travels and discoveries in
the Holly…Tree Inn； in which place of good entertainment for man and
beast I was once snowed up。
It happened in the memorable year when I parted for ever from Angela
Leath； whom I was shortly to have married； on making the discovery that
she preferred my bosom friend。 From our school…days I had freely
admitted Edwin； in my own mind； to be far superior to myself； and；
though I was grievously wounded at heart； I felt the preference to be
natural； and tried to forgive them both。 It was under these circumstances
that I resolved to go to Americaon my way to the Devil。
Communicating my discovery neither to Angela nor to Edwin； but
resolving to write each of them an affecting letter conveying my blessing
and forgiveness； which the steam…tender for shore should carry to the post
when I myself should be bound for the New World； far beyond recall；I
say； locking up my grief in my own breast； and consoling myself as I
could with the prospect of being generous； I quietly left all I held dear； and
started on the desolate journey I have mentioned。
The dead winter…time was in full dreariness when I left my chambers
for ever； at five o'clock in the morning。 I had shaved by candle… light； of
course； and was miserably cold； and experienced that general all…
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pervading sensation of getting up to be hanged which I have usually found
inseparable from untimely rising under such circumstances。
How well I remember the forlorn aspect of Fleet Street when I came
out of the Temple！ The street…lamps flickering in the gusty north… east
wind； as if the very gas were contorted with cold； the white… topped houses；
the bleak； star…lighted sky； the market people and other early stragglers；
trotting to circulate their almost frozen blood； the hospitable light and
warmth of the few coffee…shops and public…houses that were open for such
customers； the hard； dry； frosty rime with which the air was charged （the
wind had already beaten it into every crevice）； and which lashed my face
like a steel whip。
It wanted nine days to the end of the month； and end of the year。 The
Post…office packet for the United States was to depart from Liverpool；
weather permitting； on the first of the ensuing month； and I had the
intervening time on my hands。 I had taken this into consideration； and
had resolved to make a visit to a certain spot （which I need not name） on
the farther borders of Yorkshire。 It was endeared to me by my having
first seen Angela at a farmhouse in that place； and my melancholy was
gratified by the idea of taking a wintry leave of it before my expatriation。
I ought to explain； that； to avoid being sought out before my resolution
should have been rendered irrevocable by being carried into full effect； I
had written to Angela overnight； in my usual manner； lamenting that
urgent business； of which she should know all particulars by…and…by… …took
me unexpectedly away from her for a week or ten days。
There was no Northern Railway at that time； and in its place there
were stage…coaches； which I occasionally find myself； in common with
some other people； affecting to lament now； but which everybody dreaded
as a very serious penance then。 I had secured the box…seat on the fastest
of these； and my business in Fleet Street was to get into a cab with my
portmanteau； so to make the best of my way to the Peacock at Islington；
where I was to join this coach。 But when one of our Temple watchmen；
who carried my portmanteau into Fleet Street for me； told me about the
huge blocks of ice that had for some days past been floating in the river；
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having closed up in the night； and made a walk from the Temple Gardens
over to the Surrey shore； I began to ask myself the question； whether the
box…seat would not be likely to put a sudden and a frosty end to my
unhappiness。 I was heart…broken； it is true； and yet I was not quite so far
gone as to wish to be frozen to death。
When I got up to the Peacock；where I found everybody drinking hot
purl； in self…preservation；I asked if there were an inside seat to spare。 I
then discovered that； inside or out； I was the only passenger。 This gave
me a still livelier idea of the great inclemency of the weather； since that
coach always loaded particularly well。 However； I took a little purl
（which I found uncommonly good）； and got into the coach。 When I was
seated； they built me up with straw to the waist； and； conscious of making
a rather ridiculous appearance； I began my journey。
It was still dark when we left the Peacock。 For a little while； pale；
uncertain ghosts of houses and trees appeared and vanished； and then it
was hard； black； frozen day。 People were lighting their fires； smoke was
mounting straight up high into the rarified air； and we were rattling for
Highgate Archway over the hardest ground I have ever heard the ring of
iron shoes on。 As we got into the country； everything seemed to have
grown old and gray。 The roads； the trees； thatched roofs of cottages and
homesteads； the ricks in farmers' yards。 Out…door work was abandoned；
horse…troughs at road… side inns were frozen hard； no stragglers lounged
about； doors were close shut； little turnpike houses had blazing fires inside；
and children （even turnpike people have children； and seem to like them）
rubbed the frost from the little panes of glass with their chubby arms； that
their bright eyes might catch a glimpse of the solitary coach going by。 I
don't know when the snow begin to set in； but I know that we were
changing horses somewhere when I heard the guard remark； 〃That the old
lady up in the sky was picking her geese pretty hard to…day。〃 Then；
indeed； I found the white down falling fast and thick。
The lonely day wore on； and I dozed it out； as a lonely traveller does。
I was warm and valiant after eating and drinking； partic
