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作者:圈圈      更新:2021-02-21 16:11      字数:9322
  chandler in the market…place of the county town to treat for the house。 I
  went that day; and I took it for six months。
  It was just the middle of October when I moved in with my  maiden
  sister   (I   venture   to   call   her   eight…and…thirty;   she   is   so   very   handsome;
  sensible;     and   engaging)。      We    took   with    us;  a  deaf    stable…   man;    my
  bloodhound Turk; two women servants; and a young person called an Odd
  Girl。   I   have   reason   to   record   of   the   attendant   last   enumerated;   who   was
  one of the Saint Lawrence's Union Female Orphans; that she was a fatal
  mistake and a disastrous engagement。
  The   year   was   dying   early;   the   leaves   were   falling   fast;   it   was   a   raw
  cold day when we took possession; and the gloom of the house was most
  depressing。 The cook (an amiable woman; but of a weak turn of intellect)
  burst   into   tears   on   beholding   the   kitchen;   and   requested   that   her   silver
  watch     might    be   delivered    over   to  her   sister  (2  Tuppintock's      Gardens;
  Liggs's Walk;  Clapham  Rise); in the  event   of anything   happening   to   her
  from the damp。 Streaker; the housemaid; feigned cheerfulness; but was the
  greater   martyr。 The   Odd   Girl;  who had   never been   in the   country;   alone
  was   pleased;   and   made   arrangements   for   sowing   an   acorn   in   the   garden
  outside the scullery window; and rearing an oak。
  We     went;    before     dark;   through     all   the   naturalas     opposed     to
  supernaturalmiseries incidental to our state。 Dispiriting reports ascended
  (like the smoke) from the basement in volumes; and descended from the
  upper rooms。 There was no rolling…pin; there was no salamander (which
  failed to surprise me; for I don't know what it is); there was nothing in the
  house; what there was;  was broken; the last   people must have lived like
  pigs; what could the meaning of the landlord be? Through these distresses;
  the Odd Girl was cheerful and exemplary。 But within four hours after dark
  we had got into a supernatural groove; and the Odd Girl had seen 〃Eyes;〃
  and was in hysterics。
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  My sister and I had agreed to keep the haunting strictly to ourselves;
  and   my   impression   was;   and   still   is;   that   I   had   not   left   Ikey;   when   he
  helped to unload the cart; alone with the women; or any one of them; for
  one minute。 Nevertheless; as I say; the Odd Girl had 〃seen Eyes〃 (no other
  explanation could ever be drawn from her); before nine; and by ten o'clock
  had   had   as   much   vinegar   applied   to   her   as   would   pickle   a   handsome
  salmon。
  I leave a discerning public to judge of my feelings; when; under these
  untoward   circumstances;   at   about   half…past   ten   o'clock   Master   B。's   bell
  began to ring in a most infuriated manner; and Turk howled until the house
  resounded with his lamentations!
  I hope I may never again be in a state of mind so unchristian as the
  mental frame in which I lived for some weeks; respecting the memory of
  Master B。 Whether his bell was rung by rats; or mice; or bats; or wind; or
  what   other   accidental   vibration;   or   sometimes   by   one   cause;   sometimes
  another; and sometimes by collusion; I don't know; but; certain it is; that it
  did   ring   two   nights   out   of   three;   until   I   conceived   the   happy   idea   of
  twisting Master B。's neckin other words; breaking his bell short offand
  silencing that young gentleman; as to my experience and belief; for ever。
  But; by that time; the Odd Girl had developed such improving powers
  of    catalepsy;    that   she   had    become      a  shining     example      of  that   very
  inconvenient   disorder。   She   would   stiffen;   like   a   Guy   Fawkes   endowed
  with    unreason;     on   the   most    irrelevant    occasions。    I  would     address    the
  servants in a lucid manner; pointing out to them that I had painted Master
  B。's   room   and   balked   the   paper;   and   taken   Master   B。's   bell   away   and
  balked the ringing; and if they could suppose that that confounded boy had
  lived and died; to clothe himself with no better behaviour than would most
  unquestionably   have   brought   him   and   the   sharpest   particles   of   a   birch…
  broom into close acquaintance in the present imperfect state of existence;
  could they also suppose a mere poor human being; such as I was; capable
  by those contemptible means of counteracting and limiting the powers of
  the   disembodied   spirits   of   the   dead;   or   of   any   spirits?I   say   I   would
  become   emphatic   and   cogent;   not   to   say   rather   complacent;   in   such   an
  address;   when   it   would   all   go   for   nothing   by   reason   of   the   Odd   Girl's
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  suddenly   stiffening   from   the   toes   upward;   and   glaring   among   us   like   a
  parochial petrifaction。
  Streaker; the housemaid; too; had an attribute of a most discomfiting
  nature。    I  am   unable    to  say   whether     she  was    of  an   usually   lymphatic
  temperament; or what else was the matter with her; but this young woman
  became      a  mere    Distillery    for  the   production     of  the   largest   and   most
  transparent tears I ever met with。 Combined with these characteristics; was
  a peculiar tenacity of hold in those specimens; so that they didn't fall; but
  hung upon her face and nose。 In this condition; and mildly and deplorably
  shaking   her   head;   her   silence   would   throw   me       more   heavily   than     the
  Admirable Crichton could have done in a verbal disputation for a purse of
  money。      Cook;    likewise;    always    covered     me   with   confusion     as  with   a
  garment; by neatly winding up the session with the protest that the Ouse
  was wearing her out; and by  meekly repeating her last wishes   regarding
  her silver watch。
  As to our nightly life; the contagion of suspicion and fear was among
  us;   and    there   is  no   such   contagion     under    the   sky。  Hooded      woman?
  According       to  the  accounts;     we   were    in  a  perfect   Convent     of   hooded
  women。 Noises? With that contagion downstairs; I myself have sat in the
  dismal   parlour;   listening;   until   I   have   heard   so   many   and   such   strange
  noises; that they would have chilled my blood if I had not warmed it by
  dashing out to make discoveries。 Try this in bed; in the dead of the night:
  try this at your own comfortable fire…side; in the life of the night。 You can
  fill   any  house   with   noises;  if   you   will;   until   you   have   a   noise   for   every
  nerve in your nervous system。
  I repeat; the contagion of suspicion and fear was among us; and there
  is no such contagion under the sky。 The women (their noses in a chronic
  state of excoriation from smelling…salts) were always primed and loaded
  for   a   swoon;    and   ready    to  go   off  with   hair…   triggers。   The   two    elder
  detached   the   Odd   Girl   on   all   expeditions   that   were   considered   doubly
  hazardous;   and she   always   established   the   reputation   of   such   adventures
  by coming back cataleptic。 If Cook or Streaker went overhead after dark;
  we knew we should presently hear a  bump on the ceiling; and this  took
  place so   constantly; that   it   was as   if   a fighting   man   were engaged   to   go
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  about the house; administering a touch of his art which I believe is called
  The Auctioneer; to every domestic he met with。
  It was in vain to do anything。 It was in vain to be frightened; for the
  moment in one's own person; by a real owl; and then to show the owl。 It
  was in vain to discover; by striking an accidental discord on the piano; that
  Turk always howled at particular notes and combinations。 It was in vain to
  be a Rhadamanthus with the bells; and if an unfortunate bell rang without
  leave; to have it down inexorably and silence it。 It was in vain to fire up
  chimneys;      let  torches    down    the   well;   charge    furiously   into   suspected
  rooms and recesses。 We changed servants; and it was no better。 The new
  set   ran   away;   and   a   third   set   came;   and   it   was   no   better。   At   last;   our
  comfortable housekeeping got to be so disorganised and wretched; that I
  one   night   dejectedly   said   to   my   sister:   〃Patty;   I   begin   to   despair   of   our
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