Eveline （伊芙林）
She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired.
Few people pasd. The man out of the last hou pasd on his way home；she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete pavement and afterwards crunching on the cinder path before the new red hous. One time there ud to be a field there in which they ud to play every evening with other people's children. Then a man from Belfast bought the field and built hous in it —— not like their little brown hous but bright brick hous with shining roofs. The children of the avenue ud to play together in that field —— the Devines，the Waters，the Dunns，little Keogh the cripple， she and her brothers and sisters. Ernest， however， never played： he was too grown up. Her father ud often to hunt them in out of the field with his blackthorn stick； but usually little Keogh ud to keep nix and call out when he saw her father coming. Still they emed to have been rather happ
y then. Her father was not so bad then； and besides，her mother was alive. That was a long time ago；she and her brothers and sisters were all grown up her mother was dead. Tizzie Dunn was dead，too，and the Waters had gone back to England. Everything changes. Now she was going to go away like the others，to leave her home.
Home！ She looked round the room， reviewing all its familiar objects which she had dusted once a week for so many years，wondering where on earth all the dust came from. Perhaps she would never e again tho familiar objects from which she had never dreamed of being divided. And yet during all tho years she had never found out the name of the priest who yellowing photograph hung on the wall above the broken harmonium beside the coloured print of the promis made to Blesd Margaret Mary Alacoque. He had been a school friend of her father. Whenever he showed the photograph to a visitor her father ud to pass it with a casual word：
勾芡汁怎么调“He is in Melbourne now.”
She had connted to go away，to leave her home. Was that wi？She tried to weigh
each side of the question. In her home anyway she had shelter and food；she had tho whom she had known all her life about her. Of cour she had to work hard,both in the hou and at business. What would they say of her in the Stores when they found out that she had run away with a fellow? Say she was a fool，perhaps；and her place would be filled up by advertiment. Miss Gavan would be glad. She had always had an edge on her，especially whenever there were people listening.
“Miss Hill， don't you e the ladies are waiting？”
“Look lively， Miss Hill， plea.”教师成长公式
She would not cry many tears at leaving the Stores.
But in her new home，in a distant unknown country，it would not be like that. Then she would be married —— gtx1090she，Eveline. People would treat her with respect then. She would not be treated as her mother had been. Even now，though she was over nineteen，she sometimes felt herlf in danger of her father's violence. She knew it was t
hat that had given her the palpitations. When they were growing up he had never gone for her like he ud to go for Harry and Ernest，becau she was a girl but latterly he had begun to threaten her and say what he would do to her only for her dead mother's sake. And no she had nobody to protect her. Ernest was dead and Harry， who was in the church decorating business，was nearly always down somewhere in the country. Besides，the invariable squabble for money on Saturday nights had begun to weary her unspeakably. She always gave her entire wages —— ven shillings —— and Harry always nt up what he could but the trouble was to get any money from her father. He said she ud to squander the money，that she had no head，that he wasn't going to give her his hard-earned money to throw about the streets，and much more， for he was usually fairly bad on Saturday night. In the end he would give her the money and ask her had she any intention of buying Sunday's dinner. Then she had to rush out as quickly as she could and do her marketing，holding her black leather pur tightly in her hand as she elbowed her way through the crowds and returning home late under her load of provisions. She had hard work to keep the hou together and to e that the two young
children who had been left to hr charge went to school regularly and got their meals regularly. It was hard work —— a hard life —— but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life.
She was about to explore another life with Frank. Frank was very kind，manly， open-hearted. She was to go away with him by the night-boat to be his wife and to live with him in Buenos Ayres where he had a home waiting for her. How well she remembered the first time she had en him；he was lodging in a hou on the main road where she ud to visit. It emed a few weeks ago. He was standing at the gate，his peaked cap pushed back on his head and his hair tumbled forward over a face of bronze. Then they had come to know each other. He ud to meet her outside the Stores every evening and e her home. He took her to e The Bohemian Girl and she felt elated as she sat in an unaccustomed part of the theatre with him. He was awfully fond of music and sang a little. People knew that they were courting and，when he sang about the lass that loves a sailor，she always felt pleasantly confud. He ud to call her Poppens out of fun. First of all it had been an excitement for her to have a fellow and then she had begun to like hi
奥黛丽赫本的名言
m. He had tales of distant countries. He had started as a deck boy at a pound a month on a ship of the Allan Line going out to Canada. He told her the names of the ships he had been on and the names of the different rvices. He had sailed through the Straits of Magellan and he told her stories of the terrible Patagonians. He had fallen on his feet in Buenos Ayres，he said，and had come over to the old country just for a holiday. Of cour，her father had found out the affair and had forbidd9一en her to have anything to say to him.红船党课
提升自己的正能量句子 “I know the sailor chaps，” he said.
One day he had quarrelled with Frank and after that she had to meet her lover cretly.
The evening deepened in the avenue. The white of two letters in her lap grew indistinct. One was to Harry；the other was to her father. Ernest had been her favourite but she liked Harry too. Her father was becoming old lately，she noticed；he would miss her. Sometimes he could be very nice. Not long before，when she had been laid up for a day，he had read her out a ghost story and made toast for her at the fire. Another day，
when their mother was alive，they had all gone for a picnic to the Hill of Howth. She remembered her father putting on her mothers bonnet to make the children laugh.
Her time was running out but she continued to sit by the window， leaning her head against the window curtain，inhaling the odour of dusty cretonne. Down far in the avenue she could hear a street organ playing. She knew the air Strange that it should come that very night to remind her of the promi to her mother， her promi to keep the home together as long as she could. She remembered the last night of her mother's illness；she was again in the clo dark room at the other side of the hall and outside she heard a melancholy air of Italy. The organ-player had been ordered to go away and given sixpence. She remembered her father strutting back into the sickroom saying：“Damned Italians！ coming over here！”
养猪管理
