PART I Chapter One (第1/2页)
My name, in trinder. People called me Sue. I kno for many years I did not knoe, and took my birt Cmas. I believe I am an orp I never sa Lant Street, in to thames.
t time I remember t t.
to take me begging at a play. People used to like to take me begging t er. tre sook me to, on t I am t Gees Circus. t. I remember it as very terrible. I remember tilt of to t. I remember a drunken c t made tage very lurid; and tors, ters in a red of all dogs master—Bill Sykes, truck t up. t t tage. A ,
O! You villain! And y of a bully like you!
I dont kno ting up— of Nancy, lying perfectly pale and still at Bill Sykess feet; but I became gripped by an aerror. I t quiet me. And o me and smiled, I screamed out louder. to een, I suppose. Sook me home, and Mrs Sucksby slapped her.
aking o suco sit eps. I dont s out to back like turned blue ?
Sook me upon again. tood before rand of c Flora and tapped upon time rog in creaking in save ing hen,
I knotle rig, sly. S you get? A couple of ? A couple of wipers, and a ladys purse?
Flora pulled trand of o it. A purse, ser a sed. And a bottle of st.
S s o a tear at t of , and read you migear turned out to be not a tear at all, but ttle silk pocket t a black clottle opper on a silver d meg. Per it from t my dress. ttle, s stopper off, smelt of roses. Mrs Sucksby sniffed.
Pretty poor poke, s it?
Flora tossed me, if s started up erics.
Mrs Sucksby leaned and her again.
If I you , s at all. Let me tell you t an infant fing ake one of my ot take Sue. Do you hear me?
Flora sulked, but said s. And leave t poke beell your motlemen.
took me to , rubbing at ts o ooping to breato s, s for. S afraid now, Sue?
But I and me ick. S particular fancy-man: he was all bounce. She said,
It it? trouble oo hard for him.
I said, But, ohe pirl Nancy, and how he knocked her down and murdered her!
Murdered a bit about t no know he ever laid his hand upon her.
I said, ont hough?
Sold me t Nancy o last, a Bill Sykes entirely; t s a le sobacco.
Sed my my ned smoot across t gre older—and Mrs Sucksby used to till it sparked. No, ted a tress of it and touc to Flora tries to take you on tell me—will you?
I said I t treet-lamps s e dark te still. On to stay: t, dropped s, and sometimes danced. Beyond ter, o en top-to-toe in cradles, like sprats in boxes of salt—s. t start up tle t set ttle of gin, tle silver spoon you could the glass.
On t, tairs must y, and Mr Ibbss sister stayed quiet; a asleep. Being used to t again of cruel Bill Sykes; and of Nancy, dead at . From some ruck treets. I o a man ick.
I ion, even tsteps in Lant Street, t stopped outside t-
steps ing of tarted up off my pillo before I could tco it, t I t I ker from tre, but our ole. Bill Sykes never . t for a meat pudding for his and Mrs Sucksbys supper.
All rig;
t clear as anyt of I it , and good Mr Ibbses; and Nancys, t mig I Nancy got to at last.—I mean, th sugar mi.
It er, a sed time, t I uood t Nancy of cot murdered after all. By te to End tres and s. Sook me oo scared of Mrs Sucksby.
S at last, poor t; and for transportation as a thief.
e Lant Street. But kind of t rat. If I ared to see Flora put o a tear in and bring out a purse and perfume, I o Mr Ibbss s in t, in , in og.
All right, Mr Ibbs?hed say.
All rigalked rat. you know?
Not much.
Got something for me?
t somet and unon ..."
t, or somet. Mr Ibbs urn tious man, and never sa ter ain, and be raigo our kitco table. e on, my son, do t you are suc—s and tea-spoons.
Mrs Sucksby migo a baby. take off .
All right, Mrs Sucksby?
All right, my dear.
All rig you growed!
I t tter t from ts and sleeves -books, silk ce, brass dlesticks, petticoats—imes. ty stuff, t it all out; and Mr Ibbs . But tudy t-seeming—very pale in t lips and about break your .
Rag, say, so pusicks. I op-quality dlesticks e just last e do not give them away
and, making a s looking like to ting ed.
Mr Ibbs, pay me for trouble of walking from Londe. Be fair, now.
But by to ing out sable: o pause, , for just t reason—and it was like o a greyhound.
Couldnt you make it five, Mr Ibbs?
Mr Ibbs face, and shrug.
I so, my son. I ster. And if you me somet of tes leaming brass—tealing ths of Mrs Sucksbys babies.
And tton , and cough or wipe his nose.
And to . ep to en anyt a crust. tell o be sure and spend it on a breakfast and not on a hing like,
Youre a jewel, Mr Ibbs, a regular jewel.
Mr Ibbs migen or t: all to be , and fair. For, of course, icks would be so muc. ce lively.
Noo taking a cloto t—if youve a moment, dear, if Mrs Sucksby dont need you—you migtle go at ttle, gentle sort of go, tle scissors and perear, if you tug too ;
I believe I learned my alp, like t: not by puttiers do by taking t. I kno came, marked Susan. As fular reading, roubled . Mrs Sucksby could do it, if so; Mr Ibbs could read, and even e; but, for t of us, it , for Jeumblers; but yours?
So I t to cip, from , of course. Bad ones e up t be slummed, , too. Silks and lio make te e our suppers off—but only ts and stampings; and to bars. er. ook cs o our kitc of to leave it again looking quite anot Street left by anotoo. It left by treet t ttle covered passage and a small dark court. You migand in t and to look. It took you to an alley, and t met a say quite ake you, very quid inspicuous, to t boats t crooked co all ts of London. e could pass anyt all, at speeds er of to turn to er. e could pass suns.
In s, t muc moved out of it again, rat, t stue t ood tremendous pull of t passage of poke— o Mr Ibbs and Mrs Sucksby seemed o to put a price to.
I mean of course, Me.
I o t. ie. So Lant Street on a certain nigil I learned better, I took o mean t my mot me, perucked in a pocket be, or seo t. For I knehief! Mrs Sucksby would say. So bold! And handsome?
as she, Mrs Sucksby? as she fair?
Fairer t s t airs. No-one kne must , for s once. S you, and put a kiss on your little in sns, and all of em good. S job to do, t o e back for you, when her way was clear
So Mrs Sucksby told it; and every time, tart off steady it rembling, and ears. For sed for my mot e. came, instead, to make une, rying to save e. It killed up last. Shey hanged her.
the roof of
tood and c I was born in.
You got a marvellous vie from t vieo pay very at t rattling down, I never did. I never once shuddered or winked.
ts Susan trinder, someone mig she brave?
I liked to . ? But t is—and I dont care is, I brave at all. For to be brave about a t, you must first be sorry. And y my mot, since s e, and not for somettling a c y s ted and could never rub along !
I ster by co keep me a mont me seventeen years. s love, if t aint? S o t me g in a draugead s let me on t me. S me sleep beside reat je.
And I a jeurned out quite ordinary. My face a plain key; I could bounce a and say, from t anyone do taug me ots came, and stayed a little, t perisead I greil at last I was old enougo go
among ttle of gin and times to catc me ain lig, o stay so long, and blood, and its being ter, Mrs Sucksby looked dark.
e me look at you. And s roke my c me, as s me t nig sune. uill to be made. Your fortune, Sue, and ours along ..."
So simes. , aed.
But as well here is Sue. Shell fix em . . .
I let ; but t I ker. Id s it o t just for my o for someones I never kneV . . .
I t I kne love, in t I kne everyt I so farm infants. I migo be married, to a teen, t stole a clasp for me, and said o kiss me. ttle later, and at our back door and er, expressly to see me blus department, as in all others.
he boys would say. Prince Eddie?
I to Lant Street t me sloo fast. Perandards. But it seemed to me t I ty good idea of o .
Do you follow?
You are ing for me to start my story. Pering, t my story arted—I kno.
t it really began.
A niger, a feer tmas t marked my seve—a , full of a fog t s in er are t nigo to try, and t up ay and pleading to be cracked. e got lots of stuff on nigs were o a bargain very quick.
e did not feel too mut Street, for besides our ordinary kitc a flame be, you could never say urn up t ing do t it, sing t c y arren.
Jo fourteen. ing. I believe s, and the floor.
Mrs Sucksby saco tidy it.
Jo my bleeding.
o our ake ill o get rid of, alep. S ter of a so take last, and o ter t, . ted a mont Lant Street by doing jobs for Mr Ibbs; and besides ttle dodges of y to help him.
S red-y, and more or less a simpleton. S ime stitco stolen dogs, to make t they really were.
cc reets empting dogs aen pounds ransom before ing dogs, and dogs imental mistresses; some otle dogs tail and post it to t less—and t Jotle, to a knocked-do say off as rabbit, pere it ty stitco plain street-dogs, tec.
ts of fur left eto cover coat. S, t. S forty different sorts of dog in it already. t owerful, before
a fire, and drove our oer, Jack, but aory—into a perfect fever.
Noy o see looked.
Its a good job for Dainty t you aint a deal taller, Joime shis.
Its a good job for you t you aint dead, , a it. t of us. I s of your skin upon t—per, home, beside a bulldog or a boxer.
ook up by ested t quite decided yet, of skin off o make you se? *
Dainty put o oe for of t te black.
You tickler! she said.
Joapped of a broken tooth. Mrs Sucksby said,
ts enoug have Sue made nervous.
I said at o if I t I s like Jo my t. Joo cut it for me. t as s ot, all t time before, and poor Flora; and as s otween—all for my sake.
Joo strike me, as if o strike me y sed in , and urned and struck her.
Beats me, , why everyone is so down on me.
Dainty arted to cry. Sicks to you, dont I?
You sticks, all rig to a s rog in and o itches.
y, said Mrs Sucksby. You are spoiling your nice work.
Se. t t , and started off s to the floor.
t quiet, for perer of an cail . I got out cards, fame of Patience. Dainty sely idle; but t, to tell me hem.
Jack of Diggers on tcs, you slow?
Aint you eful? I over a crooked game t t a final time and turned my ctle, so t Jo not see hey fell.
And t once, one of tarted out of its slumber and began to cry, and ade ts t? she said.
s w? said John.
t: a t led to tsteps. tsteps stopped at t, slow and heavy, a knock.
Knooock. Like t. Like t es baot a thiefs knock,
any is quid lig sort of business it be anyt all. t be bad.
So . e looked at one anoto to dra and stop its cries against ook . t t as mice. Mr Ibbs said quietly, Anyone expected? Boys, put t as the blues, were done for.
t ted from tting ts or in trouser pockets. One of t nep quickly to tood beside it, to t. erms in prison, and alhird.
tidy? Noeady, boys, be steady. do you say, Sue my dear, to opening t door?
I looked again at Mrs Sucksby, and ; t me, P it t it. But it made t came in a ruso tc, making tood a man, dressed dark, t . t s e . I s spoken. he said,
Sue! Is it Sue? ty miles to see you. ill you keep me standing he cold will kill me!
t seen one man in a o Lant Street speaking like imes Ric
name I said nohen?
Its Gentleman, I said.
t is , of course: not , using all eet; but as if ted it—Gemun.
Its Gentleman, I said; and P o , and back to turned in ing its
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My name, in trinder. People called me Sue. I kno for many years I did not knoe, and took my birt Cmas. I believe I am an orp I never sa Lant Street, in to thames.
t time I remember t t.
to take me begging at a play. People used to like to take me begging t er. tre sook me to, on t I am t Gees Circus. t. I remember it as very terrible. I remember tilt of to t. I remember a drunken c t made tage very lurid; and tors, ters in a red of all dogs master—Bill Sykes, truck t up. t t tage. A ,
O! You villain! And y of a bully like you!
I dont kno ting up— of Nancy, lying perfectly pale and still at Bill Sykess feet; but I became gripped by an aerror. I t quiet me. And o me and smiled, I screamed out louder. to een, I suppose. Sook me home, and Mrs Sucksby slapped her.
aking o suco sit eps. I dont s out to back like turned blue ?
Sook me upon again. tood before rand of c Flora and tapped upon time rog in creaking in save ing hen,
I knotle rig, sly. S you get? A couple of ? A couple of wipers, and a ladys purse?
Flora pulled trand of o it. A purse, ser a sed. And a bottle of st.
S s o a tear at t of , and read you migear turned out to be not a tear at all, but ttle silk pocket t a black clottle opper on a silver d meg. Per it from t my dress. ttle, s stopper off, smelt of roses. Mrs Sucksby sniffed.
Pretty poor poke, s it?
Flora tossed me, if s started up erics.
Mrs Sucksby leaned and her again.
If I you , s at all. Let me tell you t an infant fing ake one of my ot take Sue. Do you hear me?
Flora sulked, but said s. And leave t poke beell your motlemen.
took me to , rubbing at ts o ooping to breato s, s for. S afraid now, Sue?
But I and me ick. S particular fancy-man: he was all bounce. She said,
It it? trouble oo hard for him.
I said, But, ohe pirl Nancy, and how he knocked her down and murdered her!
Murdered a bit about t no know he ever laid his hand upon her.
I said, ont hough?
Sold me t Nancy o last, a Bill Sykes entirely; t s a le sobacco.
Sed my my ned smoot across t gre older—and Mrs Sucksby used to till it sparked. No, ted a tress of it and touc to Flora tries to take you on tell me—will you?
I said I t treet-lamps s e dark te still. On to stay: t, dropped s, and sometimes danced. Beyond ter, o en top-to-toe in cradles, like sprats in boxes of salt—s. t start up tle t set ttle of gin, tle silver spoon you could the glass.
On t, tairs must y, and Mr Ibbss sister stayed quiet; a asleep. Being used to t again of cruel Bill Sykes; and of Nancy, dead at . From some ruck treets. I o a man ick.
I ion, even tsteps in Lant Street, t stopped outside t-
steps ing of tarted up off my pillo before I could tco it, t I t I ker from tre, but our ole. Bill Sykes never . t for a meat pudding for his and Mrs Sucksbys supper.
All rig;
t clear as anyt of I it , and good Mr Ibbses; and Nancys, t mig I Nancy got to at last.—I mean, th sugar mi.
It er, a sed time, t I uood t Nancy of cot murdered after all. By te to End tres and s. Sook me oo scared of Mrs Sucksby.
S at last, poor t; and for transportation as a thief.
e Lant Street. But kind of t rat. If I ared to see Flora put o a tear in and bring out a purse and perfume, I o Mr Ibbss s in t, in , in og.
All right, Mr Ibbs?hed say.
All rigalked rat. you know?
Not much.
Got something for me?
t somet and unon ..."
t, or somet. Mr Ibbs urn tious man, and never sa ter ain, and be raigo our kitco table. e on, my son, do t you are suc—s and tea-spoons.
Mrs Sucksby migo a baby. take off .
All right, Mrs Sucksby?
All right, my dear.
All rig you growed!
I t tter t from ts and sleeves -books, silk ce, brass dlesticks, petticoats—imes. ty stuff, t it all out; and Mr Ibbs . But tudy t-seeming—very pale in t lips and about break your .
Rag, say, so pusicks. I op-quality dlesticks e just last e do not give them away
and, making a s looking like to ting ed.
Mr Ibbs, pay me for trouble of walking from Londe. Be fair, now.
But by to ing out sable: o pause, , for just t reason—and it was like o a greyhound.
Couldnt you make it five, Mr Ibbs?
Mr Ibbs face, and shrug.
I so, my son. I ster. And if you me somet of tes leaming brass—tealing ths of Mrs Sucksbys babies.
And tton , and cough or wipe his nose.
And to . ep to en anyt a crust. tell o be sure and spend it on a breakfast and not on a hing like,
Youre a jewel, Mr Ibbs, a regular jewel.
Mr Ibbs migen or t: all to be , and fair. For, of course, icks would be so muc. ce lively.
Noo taking a cloto t—if youve a moment, dear, if Mrs Sucksby dont need you—you migtle go at ttle, gentle sort of go, tle scissors and perear, if you tug too ;
I believe I learned my alp, like t: not by puttiers do by taking t. I kno came, marked Susan. As fular reading, roubled . Mrs Sucksby could do it, if so; Mr Ibbs could read, and even e; but, for t of us, it , for Jeumblers; but yours?
So I t to cip, from , of course. Bad ones e up t be slummed, , too. Silks and lio make te e our suppers off—but only ts and stampings; and to bars. er. ook cs o our kitc of to leave it again looking quite anot Street left by anotoo. It left by treet t ttle covered passage and a small dark court. You migand in t and to look. It took you to an alley, and t met a say quite ake you, very quid inspicuous, to t boats t crooked co all ts of London. e could pass anyt all, at speeds er of to turn to er. e could pass suns.
In s, t muc moved out of it again, rat, t stue t ood tremendous pull of t passage of poke— o Mr Ibbs and Mrs Sucksby seemed o to put a price to.
I mean of course, Me.
I o t. ie. So Lant Street on a certain nigil I learned better, I took o mean t my mot me, perucked in a pocket be, or seo t. For I knehief! Mrs Sucksby would say. So bold! And handsome?
as she, Mrs Sucksby? as she fair?
Fairer t s t airs. No-one kne must , for s once. S you, and put a kiss on your little in sns, and all of em good. S job to do, t o e back for you, when her way was clear
So Mrs Sucksby told it; and every time, tart off steady it rembling, and ears. For sed for my mot e. came, instead, to make une, rying to save e. It killed up last. Shey hanged her.
the roof of
tood and c I was born in.
You got a marvellous vie from t vieo pay very at t rattling down, I never did. I never once shuddered or winked.
ts Susan trinder, someone mig she brave?
I liked to . ? But t is—and I dont care is, I brave at all. For to be brave about a t, you must first be sorry. And y my mot, since s e, and not for somettling a c y s ted and could never rub along !
I ster by co keep me a mont me seventeen years. s love, if t aint? S o t me g in a draugead s let me on t me. S me sleep beside reat je.
And I a jeurned out quite ordinary. My face a plain key; I could bounce a and say, from t anyone do taug me ots came, and stayed a little, t perisead I greil at last I was old enougo go
among ttle of gin and times to catc me ain lig, o stay so long, and blood, and its being ter, Mrs Sucksby looked dark.
e me look at you. And s roke my c me, as s me t nig sune. uill to be made. Your fortune, Sue, and ours along ..."
So simes. , aed.
But as well here is Sue. Shell fix em . . .
I let ; but t I ker. Id s it o t just for my o for someones I never kneV . . .
I t I kne love, in t I kne everyt I so farm infants. I migo be married, to a teen, t stole a clasp for me, and said o kiss me. ttle later, and at our back door and er, expressly to see me blus department, as in all others.
he boys would say. Prince Eddie?
I to Lant Street t me sloo fast. Perandards. But it seemed to me t I ty good idea of o .
Do you follow?
You are ing for me to start my story. Pering, t my story arted—I kno.
t it really began.
A niger, a feer tmas t marked my seve—a , full of a fog t s in er are t nigo to try, and t up ay and pleading to be cracked. e got lots of stuff on nigs were o a bargain very quick.
e did not feel too mut Street, for besides our ordinary kitc a flame be, you could never say urn up t ing do t it, sing t c y arren.
Jo fourteen. ing. I believe s, and the floor.
Mrs Sucksby saco tidy it.
Jo my bleeding.
o our ake ill o get rid of, alep. S ter of a so take last, and o ter t, . ted a mont Lant Street by doing jobs for Mr Ibbs; and besides ttle dodges of y to help him.
S red-y, and more or less a simpleton. S ime stitco stolen dogs, to make t they really were.
cc reets empting dogs aen pounds ransom before ing dogs, and dogs imental mistresses; some otle dogs tail and post it to t less—and t Jotle, to a knocked-do say off as rabbit, pere it ty stitco plain street-dogs, tec.
ts of fur left eto cover coat. S, t. S forty different sorts of dog in it already. t owerful, before
a fire, and drove our oer, Jack, but aory—into a perfect fever.
Noy o see looked.
Its a good job for Dainty t you aint a deal taller, Joime shis.
Its a good job for you t you aint dead, , a it. t of us. I s of your skin upon t—per, home, beside a bulldog or a boxer.
ook up by ested t quite decided yet, of skin off o make you se? *
Dainty put o oe for of t te black.
You tickler! she said.
Joapped of a broken tooth. Mrs Sucksby said,
ts enoug have Sue made nervous.
I said at o if I t I s like Jo my t. Joo cut it for me. t as s ot, all t time before, and poor Flora; and as s otween—all for my sake.
Joo strike me, as if o strike me y sed in , and urned and struck her.
Beats me, , why everyone is so down on me.
Dainty arted to cry. Sicks to you, dont I?
You sticks, all rig to a s rog in and o itches.
y, said Mrs Sucksby. You are spoiling your nice work.
Se. t t , and started off s to the floor.
t quiet, for perer of an cail . I got out cards, fame of Patience. Dainty sely idle; but t, to tell me hem.
Jack of Diggers on tcs, you slow?
Aint you eful? I over a crooked game t t a final time and turned my ctle, so t Jo not see hey fell.
And t once, one of tarted out of its slumber and began to cry, and ade ts t? she said.
s w? said John.
t: a t led to tsteps. tsteps stopped at t, slow and heavy, a knock.
Knooock. Like t. Like t es baot a thiefs knock,
any is quid lig sort of business it be anyt all. t be bad.
So . e looked at one anoto to dra and stop its cries against ook . t t as mice. Mr Ibbs said quietly, Anyone expected? Boys, put t as the blues, were done for.
t ted from tting ts or in trouser pockets. One of t nep quickly to tood beside it, to t. erms in prison, and alhird.
tidy? Noeady, boys, be steady. do you say, Sue my dear, to opening t door?
I looked again at Mrs Sucksby, and ; t me, P it t it. But it made t came in a ruso tc, making tood a man, dressed dark, t . t s e . I s spoken. he said,
Sue! Is it Sue? ty miles to see you. ill you keep me standing he cold will kill me!
t seen one man in a o Lant Street speaking like imes Ric
name I said nohen?
Its Gentleman, I said.
t is , of course: not , using all eet; but as if ted it—Gemun.
Its Gentleman, I said; and P o , and back to turned in ing its
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