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1、【英文读物】The Man who kept his Money in a BoxCHAPTER 1 I first saw the man who kept his money in a box in the midst of the ravine of the Via Mala. I interchanged a few words with him or with his wife at the hospice, at the top of the Splugen; and I became acquainted with him in the courtyard of Conradis
2、 hotel at Chiavenna. It was, however, afterwards at Bellaggio, on the lake of Como, that that acquaintance ripened into intimacy. A good many years have rolled by since then, and I believe this little episode in his life may be told without pain to the feelings of any one. His name was ; let us for
3、the present say that his name was Greene. How he learned that my name was Robinson I do not know, but I remember well that he addressed me by my name at Chiavenna. To go back, however, for a moment to the Via Mala;I had been staying for a few days at the Golden Eagle at Tusis,which, by-the-bye, I ho
4、ld to be the best small inn in all Switzerland, and its hostess to be, or to have been, certainly the prettiest landlady,and on the day of my departure southwards, I had walked on, into the Via Mala, so that the diligence might pick me up in the gorge. This pass I regard as one of the grandest spots
5、 to which my wandering steps have ever carried me, and though I had already lingered about it for many hours, I now walked thither again to take my last farewell of its dark towering rocks, its narrow causeway and roaring river, trusting to my friend the landlady to see that my luggage was duly pack
6、ed upon the diligence. I need hardly say that my friend did not betray her trust. As one goes out from Switzerland towards Italy, the road through the Via Mala ascends somewhat steeply, and passengers by the diligence may walk from the inn at Tusis into the gorge, and make their way through the grea
7、ter part of the ravine before the vehicle will overtake them. This, however, Mr. Greene with his wife and daughter had omitted to do. When the diligence passed me in the defile, the horses trotting for a few yards over some level portion of the road, I saw a mans nose pressed close against the glass
8、 of the coup window. I saw more of his nose than of any other part of his face, but yet I could perceive that his neck was twisted and his eye upturned, and that he was making a painful effort to look upwards to the summit of the rocks from his position inside the carriage. There was such a roar of
9、wind and waters at the spot that it was not practicable to speak to him, but I beckoned with my finger and then pointed to the road, indicating that he should have walked. He understood me, though I did not at the moment understand his answering gesture. It was subsequently, when I knew somewhat of
10、his habits, that he explained to me that on pointing to his open mouth, he had intended to signify that he would be afraid of sore throat in exposing himself to the air of that damp and narrow passage. I got up into the conductors covered seat at the back of the diligence, and in this position encou
11、ntered the drifting snow of the Splugen. I think it is coldest of all the passes. Near the top of the pass the diligence stops for awhile, and it is here, if I remember, that the Austrian officials demand the travellers passports. At least in those days they did so. These officials have now retreate
12、d behind the Quadrilatre,soon, as we hope, to make a further retreat,and the district belongs to the kingdom of United Italy. There is a place of refreshment or hospice here, into which we all went for a few moments, and I then saw that my friend with the weak throat was accompanied by two ladies. “
13、You should not have missed the Via Mala,” I said to him, as he stood warming his toes at the huge covered stove. “We miss everything,” said the elder of the two ladies, who, however, was very much younger than the gentleman, and not very much older than her companion. “I saw it beautifully, mamma,”
14、said the younger one; whereupon mamma gave her head a toss, and made up her mind, as I thought, to take some little vengeance before long upon her step-daughter. I observed that Miss Greene always called her step-mother mamma on the first approach of any stranger, so that the nature of the connectio
15、n between them might be understood. And I observed also that the elder lady always gave her head a toss when she was so addressed. “We dont mean to enjoy ourselves till we get down to the lake of Como,” said Mr. Greene. As I looked at him cowering over the stove, and saw how oppressed he was with gr
16、eat coats and warm wrappings for his throat, I quite agreed with him that he had not begun to enjoy himself as yet. Then we all got into our places again, and I saw no more of the Greenes till we were standing huddled together in the large courtyard of Conradis hotel at Chiavenna. Chiavenna is the first Italian town which the tourist reaches by this route, and I know no town in the North of Italy which is so closely
