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开 本: 32开纸 张: 胶版纸包 装: 平装-胶订是否套装: 否国际标准书号ISBN: 9787553667331
◎美国儿童文学作家伯内特夫人*负盛名的作品，畅销一百多年的世界经典儿童小说。
◎无年龄的全民阅读英文读物，所有儿童小说书目都在推荐，讲述大自然的秘密魔法，读过的人获益一生。
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◎治愈系，大自然的魔法故事，每个人心中都有一座秘密花园，跳跃着心灵成长的力量
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“咱俩差不多，”园丁老头本•韦瑟斯达夫对玛丽说，“长得丑，脾气也不好。”
可怜的小女孩玛丽，谁都不要她，都不喜欢她。父母去世后，她就被人从印度送回了英国的约克郡，住在她姨夫的家里。那是一幢旧房子，很大，差不多有上百个房间，可大部分都关得严严实实，还上了锁。玛丽住在那儿，情绪很坏， 她感到厌烦、孤独，只有园丁老头偶尔跟她说说话。
来了一只知更鸟，玛丽望着它飞过了围墙，飞进了一个园子，她听说这个花园已经荒废了十年，门的钥匙也不知哪儿去了。玛丽认识了两个小伙伴：农家小子迪康，他的脸红扑扑的，说话又快又溜；夜里总有奇怪的哭声，那是小少爷科林，他从生下来就病病殃殃，三天两头看医生……玛丽和伙伴们都充满了好奇，他们想知道园子里有什么，竟偶然找到了钥匙，打开了花园的门。此后他们一直辛勤劳动着，沉睡了十年的秘密花园苏醒了，这几个孩子瞒着所有大人，在花园里悄悄酝酿了一个秘密，等待着科林的父亲回家……
Chapter 1
There’s No One Left
Chapter 2
Mistress Mary Quite Contrary
Chapter 3
Across the Moor
Chapter 4
Martha
Chapter 5
The Cry in the Corridor 38
Chapter 6
“There Was Some One Crying—There Was”
Chapter 7
The Key of the Garden
Chapter 8
The Robin Who Showed the Way
Chapter 9
The Strangest House
Chapter
10 Dickon
Chapter
11 The Nest of the Missel Thrush
Chapter
12 “Might I Have a Bit of Earth?”
Chapter
13 “I Am Colin”
Chapter
14 A Young Rajah
Chapter
15 Nest Building
Chapter
16 “I Won’t!” Said Mary
Chapter
17 A Tantrum
Chapter
18 “Tha’ Munnot Waste No Time”
Chapter
19 “It Has Come!”
Chapter
20 “I Shall Live Forever”
Chapter
21 Ben Weatherstaff
Chapter
22 When the Sun Went Down
Chapter
23 Magic
Chapter
24 “Let Them Laugh”
Chapter 25
The Curtain
Chapter
26 “It’s Mother!”
Chapter 27 In the Garden
一本神奇的、充满糖果香味的书。
——《纽约书评》
这是一个关于大自然的魔法和人类美好心灵的故事。
——《时代周刊》
《秘密花园》包含了20世纪西方文学从传统向现代转型的几个重要主题：一个对内心世界的关注；二是提倡回到自然；三是神秘主义。
——美国作家 安丽森·卢瑞
Chapter 1
There’s No One Left
When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite
Manor to live with her uncle, everybody said she was the most
disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin
face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair
was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had
always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the
English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had
been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay
people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born, she
handed her over to the care of an ayah, who was made to understand that if she
wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as
possible.
So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly
little baby, she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly,
fretful, toddling thing, she was kept out of the way also. She never remembered
seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her ayah and the other native
servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything,
because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying. By the
time she was six years old, she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as
ever lived. The young English governess who came to teach her to read and write
disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other
governesses came to try to fill it, they always went away in a shorter time
than the first one. So if Mary had not chosen to really want to know how to
read books, she would never have learned her letters at all.
One frightfully hot morning, when she was
about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser
still when she saw that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her ayah.
“Why
did you come?” she said to the strange woman. “I will not let you stay. Send my
ayah to me.”
The woman looked frightened, but she only
stammered that the ayah could not come and when Mary threw herself into a
passion and beat and kicked her, she looked only more frightened and repeated
that it was not possible for the ayah to come to Missie Sahib.
There was something mysterious in the air
that morning. Nothing was done in its regular order and several of the native
servants seemed missing, while those whom Mary saw slunk or hurried about with
ashy and scared faces. But no one would tell her anything and her ayah did not
come. She was actually left alone as the morning went on, and at last, she
wandered out into the garden and began to play by herself under a tree near the
veranda. She pretended that she was making a flower-bed, and she stuck big
scarlet hibiscus blossoms into little heaps of earth, all the time growing more
and more angry and muttering to herself the things she would say and the names
she would call Saidie when she returned.
“Pig!
Pig! Daughter of Pigs!” she said, because to call a native a pig is the worst
insult of all.
She was grinding her teeth and saying this
over and over again when she heard her mother come out on the veranda with some
one. She was with a fair young man and they stood talking together in low
strange voices. Mary knew the fair young man who looked like a boy. She had
heard that he was a very young officer who had just come from England. The
child stared at him, but she stared most at her mother. She always did this
when she had a chance to see her, because the Mem Sahib—Mary used to call her
that oftener than anything else—was such a tall, slim, pretty person and wore
such lovely clothes. Her hair was like curly silk and she had a delicate little
nose which seemed to be disdaining things, and she had large laughing eyes. All
her clothes were thin and floating, and Mary said they were “full of lace.”
They looked fuller of lace than ever this morning, but her eyes were not
laughing at all. They were large and scared and lifted imploringly to the fair
boy officer’s face.
“Is
it so very bad? Oh, is it?” Mary heard her say.
“Awfully,”
the young man answered in a trembling voice. “Awfully, Mrs. Lennox. You ought
to have gone to the hills two weeks ago.”
The Mem Sahib wrung her hands.
“Oh,
I know I ought!” she cried. “I only stayed to go to that silly dinner party.
What a fool I was!”
At that very moment such a loud sound of
wailing broke out from the servants’ quarters that she clutched the young man’s
arm, and Mary stood shivering from head to foot. The wailing grew wilder and
wilder.
“What
is it? What is it?” Mrs. Lennox gasped.
“Some
one has died,” answered the boy officer. “You did not say it had broken out
among your servants.”
“I
did not know!” the Mem Sahib cried. “Come with me! Come with me!” and she
turned and ran into the house.
After that, appalling things happened, and
the mysteriousness of the morning was explained to Mary. The cholera had broken
out in its most fatal form and people were dying like flies. The ayah had been
taken ill in the night, and it was because she had just died that the servants
had wailed in the huts. Before the next day three other servants were dead and
others had run away in terror. There was panic on every side, and dying people
in all the bungalows.
泰坦尼克娃… –
不知道为啥买了两本秘密花园，内容我还没来得及看，今天刚刚亲手摸到它们，好兴奋啊，要好好珍藏它们，我的宝贝，至于多出来的那一本，我该拿它怎么办，不管了，先存着
weiziji –
儿时我最喜欢的动画片之一，现在拿到原版书，满满的回忆！
柒月不是七 –
在看惹 秘密花园很小的时候便看过 现在长大了些 读英文原版 一个是为了提升自己的reading能力 一方面是为了回忆 人总要长大 只是每个人心中都会有一个秘密花园 它永远不会凋零
jingzhi762… –
第一次读英文版，震撼人心，原来英文并不难，哈哈！秘密花园是有魔法的，也对我施了魔法，让我感觉自己也受了这本书的影响，有所改变，这就是读书的意义吧。
长裙飘飘 –
秘密花园这本书故事情节非常有趣，很吸引读者眼球。
脆弱的空气 –
全是英文，不知道能不能坚持下去呢，尽量看吧，书的质量也好