作者：(英)劳伦斯（Lawrence,D.）
出版社：清华大学出版社
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前言
戴维·赫伯特·劳伦斯（David Herbert Lawrence，1885—1930），英国著名小说家、诗人、散文家，被誉为“英国文学史上最伟大的人物之一”。
1885年9月11日，劳伦斯出生在英国诺丁汉郡的一个矿工家庭。他的父亲是一位矿工，接受的教育很少；母亲出身于中产阶级家庭，受过良好的教育。父亲喜欢纵欲享乐；母亲却古板拘谨，这种不和谐的家庭结构对劳伦斯日后的创作产生了深远的影响。劳伦斯自小身体孱弱、敏感，他是在母爱的庇护下长大成人的，他的成名作《儿子和情人》正是带有他独特家庭经历的自传体小说。在1912年专门从事文学创作之前，劳伦斯当过会计、工人、雇员和小学教师等。1911年，劳伦斯出版了第一部长篇小说《白孔雀》。1913年发表第一部重要小说《儿子与情人》，1915年出版了小说《虹》，1921年出版《恋爱中的女人》，1928年出版《查泰莱夫人的情人》。这些小说的核心内容，都是围绕着性展开的，劳伦斯把人对性的追求，看成是引起一切生活现象的根源。其中，长篇小说《查泰莱夫人的情人》，由于毫不隐晦、直白的性爱描写，曾被斥为淫秽作品，受到英国当局的抨击和查禁。除以上这些作品外，劳伦斯还出版了《亚伦之杖》（1922）、《袋鼠》（1923）等其他题材的小说；出版的诗集有《爱诗及其他》（1913）、《爱神》（1916）、《如意花》（1929）等。劳伦斯长期旅居国外，到过德国、法国、意大利等欧洲国家以及澳洲和美洲。1930年3月2日，劳伦斯病逝于法国的旺斯。
在近20年的创作生涯中，这位不朽的文学大师共创作了十多部小说，3本游记，3本短篇小说集，多部诗歌、散文集、书信集和评论等。在种类繁多的作品中，小说最能代表他的文学成就。其中，《恋爱中的女人》、《查泰莱夫人的情人》、《虹》、《儿子与情人》等小说已成为20世纪世界文学的经典名作，这些小说被译成世界上几十种文字，并多次被搬上银幕，在世界上广为流传。
除长篇小说之外，劳伦斯的中短篇小说在世界上也有重要影响，他是20世纪最重要的中短篇小说作家之一。他的中短篇小说比长篇小说更为明快简洁、生动细腻、自然真切，充满诗歌般的语言、贴切入微的心理描写和震撼心旌的激情，充分表现了他高超的写作技巧和风格。本书选编了他的6篇中短篇代表作，从各个不同的角度展现了他在中短篇小说领域的成就。本书采用中文导读英文版的形式出版。在中文导读中，我们尽力使其贴近原作的精髓，也尽可能保留原作的风格。我们希望能够编出为当代中国读者所喜爱的经典读本。读者在阅读英文故事之前，可以先阅读中文导读，这样有利于了解故事背景，从而加快阅读速度。同时，为了让读者更好地理解故事内容，书中加入了大量插图。我们相信，该经典著作的引进对加强当代中国读者，特别是青少年读者的人文修养是非常有帮助的。
本书主要内容由王勋、纪飞编译。参加本书故事素材搜集整理及编译工作的还有郑佳、刘乃亚、赵雪、熊金玉、李丽秀、熊红华、王婷婷、孟宪行、胡国平、李晓红、贡东兴、陈楠、邵舒丽、冯洁、王业伟、徐鑫、王晓旭、周丽萍、熊建国、徐平国、肖洁、王小红等。限于我们的科学、人文素养和英语水平，书中难免会有不当之处，衷心希望读者朋友批评指正。坠入爱河/In Love导读
海丝特已经订婚，再过一个月就要结婚了，这周末未婚夫乔邀她去威尔特郡的马克博雷共度周末，一想到乔那股亲热劲儿，海丝特心中就烦恼不堪。看着愁眉不展的姐姐，生性开朗的妹妹亨利爱塔好心劝告。
海丝特的未婚夫乔当过炮兵，他在威尔特郡办了个小农场，打算在此成婚。乔爱干体力活，是个身体健壮、精力旺盛的男人。他把农场打理得整洁有序，动物们成群结队，屋外树影婆娑，其实海丝特也打心里喜欢这里。
午餐过后，海丝特就没事可做了，她一想到傍晚即将来临，要和乔度过这漫漫长夜，就感到一筹莫展。若是在他们青梅竹马的时候，在他们做好朋友的时候，她还是很喜欢这样相处的，但自从答应嫁给他之后，他便“坠入爱河”，变得亲热起来，这令她受不了，她宁愿和他回到一般的朋友关系。
乔似乎看出了什么，他沮丧地对海丝特说她似乎没有以前那么爱他了。海丝特含糊地掩饰了这一点。后来，乔想要海丝特和他坐在一起，想要拥抱；海丝特觉得乔看上去得意又愚蠢，当他亲吻她的脖颈时，她实在觉着恶心，于是便叫乔为她弹琴，她好趁机喘口气。就在乔认真弹奏时，海丝特趁机溜出了房门。海丝特爬上了一棵老柳树
在这美丽的夜晚，海丝特内心沸腾，她想索性穿越这篱笆，逃离乔的动手动脚。此时，屋内的琴声戛然停止——乔寻她来了！海丝特惊慌地寻找着藏身之处，猫一般地迅速爬上了溪边的一棵老柳树。乔在夜色中寻找着，轻声地呼唤她，海丝特一声不吭。搜寻未果，乔闷闷不乐地回去了。她忽然觉得自己是不是有点太过分了，但又觉得是乔把自己的生活搞得乱糟糟的，于是又气愤不已，决定进屋同可怜的老乔谈谈。不料，从树上下来时，海丝特蹭破了自己一双最好的袜子。
此时海丝特看到有辆汽车驶了过来，是妹妹亨利爱塔和朋友野营恰好经过此地，便顺便来看望姐姐。海丝特责怪妹妹多管闲事，妹妹说他们只是路过。车上坐的是乔的胞弟唐纳德和表弟泰迪，他俩都说很怕哥哥，所以不进去了。亨利爱塔想要进去看个究竟，于是陪海丝特进了屋。
乔看到亨利爱塔，态度粗暴地问她为什么会来。又听说自己的弟弟们也在外面，更是火冒三丈。亨利爱塔向乔对他们突然造访的鲁莽稍示歉意后，便开始打量这间小屋。此时，海丝特不知从哪儿冒出来的主意，硬要亨利爱塔留下来陪她。这个决定让乔和亨利爱塔都不禁吓了一跳。乔便诘问她们姊妹俩到底玩的什么把戏，天真的亨利爱塔连忙为自己辩解。海丝特一看这样不成，便打算跟妹妹一起去野营。这一下，亨利爱塔更加迷惑了，她大声追问姐姐和乔到底发生了什么事。乔也满脸怒气，不知道海丝特到底是什么意思。海丝特只是嚷着说自己就是想要去透透气。这时，等在外面的人已经按喇叭在催促亨利爱塔了。亨利爱塔更着急了，便问他们到底发生了什么。逼不得已，海丝特终于吐露出了自己内心的声音：她受不了乔的调情，也受不了他的爱抚和亲吻，每当那时，她都感觉自己就像个肉饼在被狗舔。
汽车里的人又在催了，亨利爱塔便让他们先走。屋里的事态还在继续。乔变得尴尬，有些愧疚不安，但是他随即尴尬地说，他本以为她希望自己那样做。这个理由令姐妹俩更加怒不可遏。就这样僵持了好一段时间。乔觉得海丝特对他是在逢场作戏，感到内心受到了伤害。但海丝特觉得他那种调情做爱的把戏伤害了纯洁的爱情。看到海丝特如此抗议，乔也觉得很愧疚。于是海丝特又在他的眼光中看到了那忠诚的、执着的爱了，一股暖流涌上心头，觉得自己又和他回到了以前那种心心相印的爱情中了。所以海丝特打消了要走的念头，决定留下来了。亨利爱塔看姐姐已经想通，便离开了。ell，my dear！”said Henrietta.“If I had such a worried look on my face，when I was going down to spend the weekend with "Wthe man I was engaged to—and going to be married to in a month—well！I should either try and change my face，or hide my feelings，or something.”
“You shut up！”said Hester curtly.“Don't look at my face，if it doesn't please you.”
“Now，my dear Hester，don't go into one of your tempers！Just look in the mirror，and you'll see what I mean.”
“Who cares what you mean！You're not responsible for my face，”said Hester desperately，showing no intention of looking in the mirror，or of otherwise following her sister's kind advice.
Henrietta，being the younger sister，and mercifully unengaged，hummed a tune lightly. She was only twenty-one，and had not the faintest intention of jeopardising her peace of mind by accepting any sort of fatal ring.Nevertheless，it was nice to see Hester“getting off”，as they say；for Hester was nearly twenty-five，which is serious.
The worst of it was，lately Hester had had her famous“worried”look on her face，when it was a question of the faithful Joe：dark shadows under the eyes，drawn lines down the cheeks. And when Hester looked like that，Henrietta couldn't help feeling the most horrid jangled echo of worry and apprehension in her own heart，and she hated it.She simply couldn't stand that sudden feeling of fear.
“What I mean to say，”she continued，“IS—that it's jolly unfair to Joe，if you go down looking like that. Either put a better face on it，or—”But she checked herself.She was going to say“don't go”.But really，she did hope that Hester would go through with this marriage.Such a weight off her，Henrietta's，mind.
“Oh，hang！”cried Hester.“Shut up！”And her dark eyes flashed a spark of fury and misgiving at the young Henrietta.
Henrietta sat down on the bed，lifted her chin，and composed her face like a meditating angel. She really was intensely fond of Hester，and the worried look was such a terribly bad sign.
“Look here，Hester！”she said.“Shall I come down to Markbury with you？I don't mind，if you'd like me to.”
“My dear girl，”cried Hester in desperation，“what earthly use do you think that would be？”
“Well，I thought it might take the edge off the intimacy，if that's what worries you.”
Hester re-echoed with a hollow，mocking laugh.
“Don't be such a child，Henrietta，really！”she said.
And Hester set off alone，down to Wiltshire，where her Joe had just started a little farm，to get married on. After being in the artillery，he had got sick and tired of business：besides，Hester would never have gone into a little suburban villa.Every woman sees her home through a wedding ring.Hester had only taken a squint through her engagement ring，so far.But Ye Gods！not Golders Green，not even Harrow！
So Joe had built a little brown wooden bungalow—largely with his own hands：and at the back was a small stream with two willows，old ones. At the sides were brown sheds，and chicken-runs.There were pigs in a hog-proof wire fence，and two cows in a field，and a horse.Joe had thirty-odd acres，with only a youth to help him.But of course，there would be Hester.
It all looked very new and tidy. Joe was a worker.He too looked rather new and tidy，very healthy and pleased with himself.He didn't even see the“worried look”.Or if he did，he only said：
“You're looking a bit fagged，Hester. Going up to the City takes it out of you，more than you know.You'll be another girl downhere.”
“Shan't I just！”cried Hester.
She did like it，too！—the lots of white and yellow hens，and the pigs so full of pep！And the yellow thin blades of willow leaves showering softly down at the back of her house from the leaning old trees. She liked it awfully：especially the yellow leaves on the earth.
She told Joe she thought it was all lovely，topping，fine！And he was awfully pleased. Certainly he looked fit enough.
The mother of the helping youth gave them dinner at half-past twelve. The afternoon was all sunshine and little jobs to do，after she had dried the dishes for the mother of the youth.
“Not long now，miss，before you'll be cooking at this range：and a good little range it is.”
“Not long now，no！”echoed Hester，in the hot little wooden kitchen，that was over-heated from the range.
The woman departed. After tea，the youth also departed and Joe and Hester shut up the chickens and the pigs.It was nightfall.Hester went in and made the supper，feeling somehow a bit of a fool，and Joe made a fire in the living-room，he feeling rather important and luscious.
He and Hester would be alone in the bungalow，till the youth appeared next morning. Six months ago，Hester would have enjoyed it.They were so perfectly comfortable together，he and she.They had been friends，and his family and hers had been friends for years，donkey's years.He was a perfectly decent boy，and there would never have been anything messy to fear from him.Nor from herself.Ye Gods，no！
But now，alas，since she had promised to marry him，he had made the wretched mistake of falling“in love”with her. He had never been that way before.And if she had known he would get this way now，she would have said decidedly：Let us remain friends，Joe，for this sort of thing is a come-down.Once he started cuddling and petting，she couldn't stand him.Yet she felt she ought to.She imagined she even ought to like it.Though where the ought came from，she could not see.
“I'm afraid，Hester，”he said sadly，“you're not in love with me as I am with you.”
“Hang it all！”she cried.“If I'm not，you ought to be jolly well thankful，that's all I've got to say.”
Which double-barrelled remark he heard，but did not register. He never liked looking anything in the very pin-point middle of the eye.He just left it，and left all her feelings comfortably in the dark.Comfortably for him，that is.
He was extremely competent at motor-cars and farming and all that sort of thing. And surely she，Hester，was as complicated as a motorcar！Surely she had as many subtle little valves and magnetos and accelerators and all the rest of it，to her make-up！If only he would try to handle her as carefully as he handled his car！Sheneeded starting，as badly as ever any automobile did.Even if a car had a self-starter，the man had to give it the right twist.Hester felt she would need a lot of cranking up，if ever she was to start off on the matrimonial road with Joe.And he，the fool，just sat in a motionless car and pretended he was making heaven knows how many miles an hour.
This evening she felt really desperate. She had been quite all right doing things with him，during the afternoon，about the place.Then she liked being with him.But now that it was evening and they were alone，the stupid little room，the cosy fire，Joe，Joe's pipe，and Joe's smug sort of hypocritical face，all was just too much for her.
“Come and sit here，dear，”said Joe persuasively，patting the sofa at his side. And she，because she believed a nice girl would have been only too delighted to go and sit“there”，went and sat beside him.But she was boiling.What cheek！What cheek of him even to have a sofa！She loathed the vulgarity of sofas.
She endured his arm round her waist，and a certain pressure of his biceps which she presumed was cuddling. He had carefully knocked his pipe out.But she thought how smug and silly his face looked，all its natural frankness and straight-forwardness had gone.How ridiculous of him to stroke the back of her neck！How idiotic he was，trying to be lovey-dovey！She wondered what sort of sweet nothings Lord Byron，for example，had murmured to his variousladies.Surely not so blithering，not so incompetent！And how monstrous of him，to kiss her like that.
“I'd infinitely rather you'd play to me，Joe，”she snapped.
“You don't want me to play to you to-night，do you，dear？”he said.
“Why not to-night？I'd love to hear some Tchaikowsky，something to stir me up a bit.”
He rose obediently and went to the piano. He played quite well.She listened.And Tchaikowsky might have stirred her up all right.The music itself，that is.If she hadn't been so desperately aware that Joe's love-making，if you can call it such，became more absolutely impossible after the sound of the music.
“That was fine！”she said.“Now do me my favourite nocturne.”
While he concentrated on the fingering，she slipped out of the house.
Oh！she gasped a sigh of relief to be in the cool October air. The darkness was dim.In the west was a half moon freshly shining，and all the air was motionless，dimness lay like a haze on the earth.
Hester shook her hair，and strode away from the bungalow，which was a perfect little drum，re-echoing to her favourite nocturne. She simply rushed to get out of ear-shot.
Ah！the lovely night！She tossed her short hair again，and felt like Mazeppa's horse，about to dash away into the infinite. Though the infinite was only a field belonging to the next farm.But Hesterfelt herself seething in the soft moonlight.Oh！to rush away over the edge of the beyond！if the beyond，like Joe's bread-knife，did have an edge to it.“I know I'm an idiot，”she said to herself.But that didn't take away the wild surge of her limbs.Oh！If there were only some other solution，instead of Joe and his spooning.Yes，spooning！The word made her lose the last shred of her self-respect，but she said it aloud.
There was，however，a bunch of strange horses in this field，so she made her way cautiously back through Joe's fence. It was just like him，to have such a little place that you couldn't get away from the sound of his piano，without trespassing on somebody else's ground.
As she drew near the bungalow，however，the drumming of Joe's piano suddenly ceased. Oh，Heaven！She looked wildly round.An old willow leaned over the stream.She stretched，crouching，and with the quickness of a long cat，climbed up into the net of cool-bladed foliage.
She had scarcely shuffled and settled into a tolerable position when he came round the corner of the house and into the moonlight，looking for her. How dare he look for her！She kept as still as a bat among the leaves，watching him as he sauntered with erect，tiresomely manly figure and lifted head，staring round in the darkness.He looked for once very ineffectual，insignificant，and at a loss.Where was his supposed male magic？Why was he so slow andunequal to the situation？
There！He was calling softly and self-consciously：“Hester！Hester！Where have you put yourself？”
He was angry really. Hester kept still in her tree，trying not to fidget.She had not the faintest intention of answering him.He might as well have been on another planet.He sauntered vaguely and unhappily out of sight.
Then she had a qualm.“Really，my girl，it's a bit thick，the way you treat him！Poor old Joe！”
Immediately something began to hum inside her：“I hear those tender voices calling Poor Old Joe！”
Nevertheless，she didn't want to go indoors to spend the evening tête-à-tête—my word！—with him.
“Of course it's absurd to think I could possibly fall in love like that. I would rather fall into one of his pig-troughs.It's so frightfully common.As a matter of fact，it's just a proof that he doesn't love me.”
This thought went through her like a bullet.“The very fact of his being in love with me proves that he doesn't love me. No man that loved a woman could be in love with her like that.It's so insulting to her.”
She immediately began to cry，and fumbling in her sleeve for her hanky，she nearly fell out of the tree. Which brought her to her senses.
In the obscure distance she saw him returning to the house，and she felt bitter.“Why did he start all this mess？I never wanted to marry anybody，and I certainly never bargained for anybody falling in love with me. Now I'm miserable，and I feel abnormal.Because the majority of girls must like this inlove business，or men wouldn't do it.And the majority must be normal.So I'm abnormal，and I'm up a tree.I loathe myself.As for Joe，he's spoilt all there was between us，and he expects me to marry him on the strength of it.It’s perfectly sickening！What a mess life is.How I loathe messes！”
She immediately shed a few more tears，in the course of which she heard the door of the bungalow shut with something of a bang. He had gone indoors，and he was going to be righteously offended.A new misgiving came over her.
The willow tree was uncomfortable. The air was cold and damp.If she caught another chill she'd probably snuffle all winter long.She saw the lamplight coming from the window of the bungalow，and she said“Damn！”which meant，in her case，that she was feeling bad.
She slid down out of the tree，and scratched her arm and probably damaged one of her nicest pair of stockings.“Oh，hang！”she said with emphasis，preparing to go into the bungalow and have it out with poor old Joe.“I will not call him Poor Old Joe！”
At that moment she heard a motor-car slow down in the lane，and there came a low，cautious toot from a hooter. Headlights shoneat a standstill near Joe's new iron gate.
“The cheek of it！The unbearable cheek of it！There's that young Henrietta come down on me！”
She flew along Joe's cinder-drive like a Maenad.
“Hello，Hester！”came Henrietta's young voice，coolly floating from the obscurity of the car.“How's everything？”
“What cheek！”cried Hester.“What amazing cheek！”She leaned on Joe's iron gate and panted.
“How's everything？”repeated Henrietta's voice blandly.
“What do you mean by it？”demanded Hester，still panting.
“Now，my girl，don't go off at a tangent！We weren't coming in unless you came out. You needn't think we want to put our noses in your affairs.We're going down to camp on Bonamy.Isn't the weather too divine！”
Bonamy was Joe's pal，also an old artillery man，who had set up a“farm”about a mile farther along the land. Joe was by no means a Robinson Crusoe in his bungalow.
“Who are you，anyway？”demanded Hester.
“Same old birds，”said Donald，from the driver's seat. Donald was Joe's brother.Henrietta was sitting in front，next to him.
“Same as ever，”said Teddy，poking his head out of the car. Teddy was a second cousin.
“Well，”said Hester，sort of climbing down.“I suppose you may as well come in，now you are here. Have you eaten？”
“Eaten，yes，”said Donald.“But we aren't coming in this trip，Hester；don't you fret.”
“Why not？”flashed Hester，up in arms.
““Fraid of brother Joe，”said Donald.
“Besides，Hester，”said Henrietta anxiously，“you know you don't want us.”
“Henrietta，don't be a fool！”flashed Hester.
“Well，Hester—！”remonstrated the pained Henrietta.
“Come on in，and no more nonsense！”said Hester.
“Not this trip，Hester，”said Donald.
“No，sir！”said Teddy.
“But what idiots you all are！Why not？”cried Hester.
“Fraid of our elder brother，”said Donald.
“All right，”said Hester.“Then I'll come along with you.”
She hastily opened the gate.
“Shall I just have a peep？I'm pining to see the house，”said Henrietta，climbing with a long leg over the door of the car.
The night was now dark，the moon had sunk. The two girls crunched in silence along the cinder track to the house.
“You'd say，if you'd rather I didn't come in-or if Joe'd rather，”said Henrietta anxiously. She was very much disturbed in her young mind，and hoped for a clue.Hester walked on without answering.Henrietta laid her hand on her sister's arm.Hester shook it off，saying：
“My dear Henrietta，do be normal！”
And she rushed up the three steps to the door，which she flung open，displaying the lamp-lit living-room，Joe in an arm-chair by the low fire，his back to the door. He did not turn round.
“Here's Henrietta！”cried Hester，in a tone which meant：“How's that？”
He got up and faced round，his brown eyes in his stiff face very angry.
“How did you get here？”he asked rudely.
“Came in a car，”said young Henrietta，from her Age of Innocence.
“With Donald and Teddy—they're just outside the gate，”said Hester.“The old gang！”
“Coming in？”asked Joe，with greater anger in his voice.
“I suppose you'll go out and invite them，”said Hester.
Joe said nothing，just stood like a block.
“I expect you'll think it's awful of me to come intruding，”said Henrietta meekly.“We're just going on to Bonamy's.”She gazed innocently round the room.“But it's an adorable little place，awfully good taste in a cottagey sort of way. I like it awfully.Can I warm my hands？”
Joe moved from in front of the fire. He was in his slippers.Henrietta dangled her long red hands，red from the night air，before the grate.
“I'll rush right away again，”she said.
“Oh-h，”drawled Hester curiously.“Don't do that！”
“Yes，I must. Donald and Teddy are waiting.”
The door stood wide open，the headlights of the car could be seen in the lane.
“Oh-h！”Again that curious drawl from Hester.“I'll tell them you're staying the night with me. I can do with a bit of company.”
Joe looked at her.
“What's the game？”he said.
“No game at all！Only now Tatty's come，she may as well stay.”
“Tatty”was the rather infrequent abbreviation of“Henrietta”.
“Oh，but Hester！”said Henrietta.“I'm going on to Bonamy's with Donald and Teddy.”
“Not if I want you to stay here！”said Hester.
Henrietta looked all surprised，resigned helplessness.
“What's the game？”repeated Joe.“Had you fixed up to come down here to-night？”
“No，Joe，really！”said Henrietta，with earnest innocence.“I hadn't the faintest idea of such a thing，till Donald suggested it，at four o”clock this afternoon. Only the weather was too perfectly divine，we had to go out somewhere，so we thought we'd descend on Bonamy.I hope he won't be frightfully put out as well.”
“And if we had arranged it，it wouldn't have been a crime，”struck in Hester.“And，anyway，now you're here you might as wellall camp here.”
“Oh no，Hester！I know Donald will never come inside the gate. He was angry with me for making him stop，and it was I who tooted.It wasn't him，it was me.The curiosity of Eve，I suppose.Anyhow，I've put my foot in it，as usual.So now I'd better clear out as fast as I can.Good night！”
She gathered her coat round her with one arm and moved vaguely to the door.
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