英語散文鑒賞(1)

1、英語散文鑒賞Calixta, at home, felt no uneasiness for their safety. She sat at a side window sewing furiously on a sewing machine. She was greatly occupied and did not notice the approaching storm. But she felt very warm and often stopped to mop her face on which the perspiration gathered in beads. She unf

2、astened her white sacque at the throat. It began to grow dark, and suddenly realizing the situation she got up hurriedly and went about closing windows and doors.Out on the small front gallery she had hung Bobints Sunday clothes to dry and she hastened out to gather them before the rain fell. As she

3、 stepped outside, Alce Laballire rode in at the gate. She had not seen him very often since her marriage, and never alone. She stood there with Bobints coat in her hands, and the big rain drops began to fall. Alce rode his horse under the shelter of a side projection where the chickens had huddled a

4、nd there were plows and a harrow piled up in the corner.May I come and wait on your gallery till the storm is over, Calixta? he asked.Come long in, Msieur Alce.His voice and her own startled her as if from a trance, and she seized Bobints vest. Alce, mounting to the porch, grabbed the trousers and s

5、natched Bibis braided jacket that was about to be carried away by a sudden gust of wind. He expressed an intention to remain outside, but it was soon apparent that he might as well have been out in the open: the water beat in upon the boards in driving sheets, and he went inside, closing the door af

6、ter him. It was even necessary to put something beneath the door to keep the water out.My! what a rain! Its good two years sence it rain like that, exclaimed Calixta as she rolled up a piece of bagging and Alce helped her to thrust it beneath the crack.She was a little fuller of figure than five yea

7、rs before when she married; but she had lost nothing of her vivacity. Her blue eyes still retained their melting quality; and her yellow hair, dishevelled by the wind and rain, kinked more stubbornly than ever about her ears and temples.The rain beat upon the low, shingled roof with a force and clat

8、ter that threatened to break an entrance and deluge them there. They were in the dining roomthe sitting roomthe general utility room. Adjoining was her bed room, with Bibis couch along side her own. The door stood open, and the room with its white, monumental bed, its closed shutters, looked dim and

9、 mysterious.Alce flung himself into a rocker and Calixta nervously began to gather up from the floor the lengths of a cotton sheet which she had been sewing.lf this keeps up, Dieu sait if the levees goin to stan it! she exclaimed.What have you got to do with the levees?I got enough to do! An theres

10、Bobint with Bibi out in that stormif he only didn left Friedheimers!Let us hope, Calixta, that Bobints got sense enough to come in out of a cyclone.She went and stood at the window with a greatly disturbed look on her face. She wiped the frame that was clouded with moisture. It was stiflingly hot. A

11、lce got up and joined her at the window, looking over her shoulder. The rain was coming down in sheets obscuring the view of far-off cabins and enveloping the distant wood in a gray mist. The playing of the lightning was incessant. A bolt struck a tall chinaberry tree at the edge of the field. It fi

12、lled all visible space with a blinding glare and the crash seemed to invade the very boards they stood upon.Calixta put her hands to her eyes, and with a cry, staggered backward. Alces arm encircled her, and for an instant he drew her close and spasmodically to him.Bont! she cried, releasing herself

13、 from his encircling arm and retreating from the window, the housell go next! If I only knew were Bibi was! She would not compose herself; she would not be seated. Alce clasped her shoulders and looked into her face. The contact of her warm, palpitating body when he had unthinkingly drawn her into h

14、is arms, had aroused all the old-time infatuation and desire for her flesh.Calixta, he said, dont be frightened. Nothing can happen. The house is too low to be struck, with so many tall trees standing about. There! arent you going to be quiet? say, arent you? He pushed her hair back from her face th

15、at was warm and steaming. Her lips were as red and moist as pomegranate seed. Her white neck and a glimpse of her full, firm bosom disturbed him powerfully. As she glanced up at him the fear in her liquid blue eyes had given place to a drowsy gleam that unconsciously betrayed a sensuous desire. He l

16、ooked down into her eyes and there was nothing for him to do but to gather her lips in a kiss. It reminded him of Assumption.Do you rememberin Assumption, Calixta? he asked in a low voice broken by passion. Oh! she remembered; for in Assumption he had kissed her and kissed and kissed her; until his

17、senses would well nigh fail, and to save her he would resort to a desperate flight. If she was not an immaculate dove in those days, she was still inviolate; a passionate creature whose very defenselessness had made her defense, against which his honor forbade him to prevail. Nowwell, nowher lips se

18、emed in a manner free to be tasted, as well as her round, white throat and her whiter breasts.They did not heed the crashing torrents, and the roar of the elements made her laugh as she lay in his arms. She was a revelation in that dim, mysterious chamber; as white as the couch she lay upon. Her fir

19、m, elastic flesh that was knowing for the first time its birthright, was like a creamy lily that the sun invites to contribute its breath and perfume to the undying life of the world.The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reach