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『嵐が丘』英文/和訳 CHAPTER XXVII Part 1 リントンの裏切りとヒースクリフの出現

『嵐が丘』英文/和訳 CHAPTER XXVII Part 1 リントンの裏切りとヒースクリフの出現

『Wuthering Heights』CHAPTER XXVII Part 1 です。エドガーの容体は急速に悪化し、キャサリンは父のそばを離れることをためらいます。それでも約束のために荒野へ向かうと、そこには恐怖に支配されたリントンが待っていました。彼の不可解な態度の背後には、ヒースクリフの脅迫と策略が潜んでいます。

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Seven days glided away, every one marking its course by the henceforth rapid alteration of Edgar Linton’s state.

The havoc that months had previously wrought was now emulated by the inroads of hours.

Catherine we would fain have deluded yet; but her own quick spirit refused to delude her: it divined in secret, and brooded on the dreadful probability, gradually ripening into certainty.

She had not the heart to mention her ride, when Thursday came round; I mentioned it for her, and obtained permission to order her out of doors:

for the library, where her father stopped a short time daily—the brief period he could bear to sit up—and his chamber, had become her whole world.

She grudged each moment that did not find her bending over his pillow, or seated by his side.

Her countenance grew wan with watching and sorrow, and my master gladly dismissed her to what he flattered himself would be a happy change of scene and society;

drawing comfort from the hope that she would not now be left entirely alone after his death.

He had a fixed idea, I guessed by several observations he let fall, that, as his nephew resembled him in person, he would resemble him in mind;

for Linton’s letters bore few or no indications of his defective character.

And I, through pardonable weakness, refrained from correcting the error; asking myself what good there would be in disturbing his last moments with information that he had neither power nor opportunity to turn to account.

We deferred our excursion till the afternoon; a golden afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive.

Catherine’s face was just like the landscapeshadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession;

but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient; and her poor little heart reproached itself for even that passing forgetfulness of its cares.

We discerned Linton watching at the same spot he had selected before.

My young mistress alighted, and told me that, as she was resolved to stay a very little while, I had better hold the pony and remain on horseback;

but I dissented: I wouldn’t risk losing sight of the charge committed to me a minute; so we climbed the slope of heath together.

Master Heathcliff received us with greater animation on this occasion: not the animation of high spirits though, nor yet of joy; it looked more like fear.

“It is late!” he said, speaking short and with difficulty.

“Is not your father very ill?

I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Why won’t you be candid?” cried Catherine, swallowing her greeting.

“Why cannot you say at once you don’t want me?

It is strange, Linton, that for the second time you have brought me here on purpose, apparently to distress us both, and for no reason besides!”

Linton shivered, and glanced at her, half supplicating, half ashamed; but his cousin’s patience was not sufficient to endure this enigmatical behaviour.

“My father is very ill,” she said; “and why am I called from his bedside?

Why didn’t you send to absolve me from my promise, when you wished I wouldn’t keep it?

Come! I desire an explanation: playing and trifling are completely banished out of my mind; and I can’t dance attendance on your affectations now!”

“My affectations!” he murmured; “what are they?

For heaven’s sake, Catherine, don’t look so angry!

Despise me as much as you please; I am a worthless, cowardly wretch: I can’t be scorned enough; but I’m too mean for your anger.

Hate my father, and spare me for contempt.”

Nonsense!” cried Catherine in a passion.

Foolish, silly boy!

And there! he trembles, as if I were really going to touch him!

You needn’t bespeak contempt, Linton: anybody will have it spontaneously at your service.

Get off! I shall return home: it is folly dragging you from the hearth-stone, and pretending—what do we pretend?

Let go my frock!

If I pitied you for crying and looking so very frightened, you should spurn such pity.

Ellen, tell him how disgraceful this conduct is.

Rise, and don’t degrade yourself into an abject reptile—don’t!”

With streaming face and an expression of agony, Linton had thrown his nerveless frame along the ground: he seemed convulsed with exquisite terror.

“Oh!” he sobbed, “I cannot bear it!

Catherine, Catherine, I’m a traitor, too, and I dare not tell you!

But leave me, and I shall be killed!

Dear Catherine, my life is in your hands: and you have said you loved me, and if you did, it wouldn’t harm you.

You’ll not go, then? kind, sweet, good Catherine!

And perhaps you will consent—and he’ll let me die with you!”

My young lady, on witnessing his intense anguish, stooped to raise him.

The old feeling of indulgent tenderness overcame her vexation, and she grew thoroughly moved and alarmed.

Consent to what?” she asked.

“To stay! tell me the meaning of this strange talk, and I will.

You contradict your own words, and distract me!

Be calm and frank, and confess at once all that weighs on your heart.

You wouldn’t injure me, Linton, would you?

You wouldn’t let any enemy hurt me, if you could prevent it?

I’ll believe you are a coward, for yourself, but not a cowardly betrayer of your best friend.”

“But my father threatened me,” gasped the boy, clasping his attenuated fingers, “and I dread him—I dread him!

I dare not tell!”

“Oh, well!” said Catherine, with scornful compassion, “keep your secret: I’m no coward.

Save yourself: I’m not afraid!”

Her magnanimity provoked his tears: he wept wildly, kissing her supporting hands, and yet could not summon courage to speak out.

I was cogitating what the mystery might be, and determined Catherine should never suffer to benefit him or any one else, by my good will;

when, hearing a rustle among the ling, I looked up and saw Mr. Heathcliff almost close upon us, descending the Heights.

He didn’t cast a glance towards my companions, though they were sufficiently near for Linton’s sobs to be audible;

but hailing me in the almost hearty tone he assumed to none besides, and the sincerity of which I couldn’t avoid doubting, he said

“It is something to see you so near to my house, Nelly.

How are you at the Grange?

Let us hear.

The rumour goes,” he added, in a lower tone, “that Edgar Linton is on his death-bed: perhaps they exaggerate his illness?”

“No; my master is dying,” I replied: “it is true enough.

A sad thing it will be for us all, but a blessing for him!”

“How long will he last, do you think?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Because,” he continued, looking at the two young people, who were fixed under his eyeLinton appeared as if he could not venture to stir or raise his head, and Catherine could not move, on his account

“because that lad yonder seems determined to beat me; and I’d thank his uncle to be quick, and go before him!

Hallo! has the whelp been playing that game long?

I did give him some lessons about snivelling.

Is he pretty lively with Miss Linton generally?”

Lively? no—he has shown the greatest distress,” I answered.

“To see him, I should say, that instead of rambling with his sweetheart on the hills, he ought to be in bed, under the hands of a doctor.”

“He shall be, in a day or two,” muttered Heathcliff.

“But first—get up, Linton! Get up!” he shouted.

“Don’t grovel on the ground there: up, this moment!”

Linton had sunk prostrate again in another paroxysm of helpless fear, caused by his father’s glance towards him, I suppose: there was nothing else to produce such humiliation.

He made several efforts to obey, but his little strength was annihilated for the time, and he fell back again with a moan.

Mr. Heathcliff advanced, and lifted him to lean against a ridge of turf.

“Now,” said he, with curbed ferocity, “I’m getting angry—and if you don’t command that paltry spirit of yours—damn you! get up directly!”

“I will, father,” he panted.

“Only, let me alone, or I shall faint.

I’ve done as you wished, I’m sure.

Catherine will tell you that I—that I—have been cheerful.

Ah! keep by me, Catherine; give me your hand.”

Take mine,” said his father; “stand on your feet.

There now—she’ll lend you her arm: that’s right, look at her.

You would imagine I was the devil himself, Miss Linton, to excite such horror.

Be so kind as to walk home with him, will you?

He shudders if I touch him.”

Linton dear!” whispered Catherine, “I can’t go to Wuthering Heights: papa has forbidden me.

He’ll not harm you: why are you so afraid?”

“I can never re-enter that house,” he answered.

“I’m not to re-enter it without you!”

Stop!” cried his father.

“We’ll respect Catherine’s filial scruples.

Nelly, take him in, and I’ll follow your advice concerning the doctor, without delay.”

“You’ll do well,” replied I.

“But I must remain with my mistress: to mind your son is not my business.”

“You are very stiff,” said Heathcliff, “I know that: but you’ll force me to pinch the baby and make it scream before it moves your charity.

Come, then, my hero.

Are you willing to return, escorted by me?”

He approached once more, and made as if he would seize the fragile being; but, shrinking back, Linton clung to his cousin, and implored her to accompany him, with a frantic importunity that admitted no denial.

However I disapproved, I couldn’t hinder her: indeed, how could she have refused him herself?

What was filling him with dread we had no means of discerning; but there he was, powerless under its gripe, and any addition seemed capable of shocking him into idiocy.

原文:Project Gutenberg『Wuthering Heights』by Emily Brontë CHAPTER XXVII をもとに、英語学習用の英文・和訳・語句色分け形式に編集しています。このページは CHAPTER XXVII Part 1 です。

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