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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: 9787201096575丛书名: Holybird New Classics
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《秘密花园》（The Secret
Garden）是上个世纪著名的女作家弗兰西斯·H·伯内特的代表作。《秘密花园》一经出版，很快就成为当时受关注和畅销的儿童文学作品，整个20世纪，人们一直在再版这本书，全世界的小孩都热爱《秘密花园》。它曾经先后十几次被改编成电影、电视、卡通片、话剧、舞台剧。1939年，《秘密花园》被美国电影大师再次改编为电影，电影名为《小孤女》这部经典影片再次使霍兰德获得巨大声誉。在英语的儿童文学作品里，《秘密花园》被公认为是一部无年龄界限的佳作。它作为严肃的文学作品被收入牛津《世界经典丛书》，并影响了两位诺贝尔文学奖得主T.S.和D.H.的写作。
《秘密花园》本书为英文原版，同时附赠配套朗读MP3免费下载（下载地址见图书封底），让读者在阅读精彩故事的同时，亦能提升英文阅读水平。
美国女作家弗兰西斯·H·伯内特的《秘密花园》 （The Secret
Garden），是一部百年来畅销不衰的经典 ，它被一代代孩子们不断重复阅读，是很多人童年时代记忆*深刻的一本书。故事主要讲述了一个在 中失去父母的 ，搬到英国后重新获得幸福生活的故事。一场霍乱使性情怪戾的玛丽成了孤儿，她只得被送往远在英国约克郡的密素斯特庄园和姨父克莱文先生一起生活。克莱文先生伤心妻子之死，变得阴郁古怪消沉遁世，他的庄园里有上百间被锁闭的房间，有十年不许 进入的秘密花园。玛丽意外地在 的帮助下找到这个秘密花园的大门和钥匙，并且，她还听到了一个神秘的哭声，吸引着她去 之谜。
玛丽在迪肯的帮助下，使荒芜的花园重现生机。不久，被认为离死不远的庄园小主人科林也参与了进来。大自然的力量改变了一切，长年笼罩在阴霾之下的古老庄园及其主人也一同获得了新生。
The Secret Garden is a
novel by Frances Hodgson Burnett. It was first published in its entirety in
1911. It is now one of Burnett’s most popular novels, and is considered to be a
classic of English children’s literature. Several stage and film adaptations
have been produced.
This book brings
together the three lonely children: Mary, who has no close family and is not
fond of people; Colin, who is so full of hatred, self-pity and anger, and who
is not even sure whether his father loves him, but is certain that he is going
to die; and Dickon, who although constantly has a bright and sunny disposition,
prefers the company of animals to people, until he meets Mary.
The Secret Garden is charming and wonderfully written, full of the right
amount of intrigue for children. It is considered to be the epitome of
children’s literature, it is still read and loved by many children today, even
though it’s over 100 years old.
CHAPTER 1 THERE IS NO ONE LEFT /1
CHAPTER 2 MISTRESS MARY QUITE CONTRARY /7
CHAPTER 3 ACROSS THE MOOR /15
CHAPTER 4 MARTHA /20
CHAPTER 5 THE CRY IN THE CORRIDOR /36
CHAPTER 6 “THERE WAS SOME ONE CRYING—THERE WAS!” /43
CHAPTER 7 THE KEY OF THE GARDEN /50
CHAPTER 8 THE ROBIN WHO SHOWED THE WAY /56
CHAPTER 9 THE STRANGEST HOUSE /64
CHAPTER 10 DICKON /74
CHAPTER 11 THE NEST OF THE MISSEL THRUSH /85
CHAPTER 12 “MIGHT I HAVE A BIT OF EARTH?” /93
CHAPTER 13 “I AM COLIN” /102
CHAPTER 14 A YOUNG RAJAH /115
CHAPTER 15 NEST BUILDING /127
CHAPTER 16 “I WON’T!” SAID MARY /138
CHAPTER 17 A TANTRUM /146
CHAPTER 18 “THA’ MUNNOT WASTE NO TIME” /153
CHAPTER 19 “IT HAS COME!” /160
CHAPTER 20 I SHALL LIVE FOREVER /171
CHAPTER 21 BEN WEATHERSTAFF /179
CHAPTER 22 WHEN THE SUN WENT DOWN /189
CHAPTER 23 MAGIC /195
CHAPTER 24 “LET THEM LAUGH” /207
CHAPTER 25 THE CURTAIN /219
CHAPTER 26 “IT’S MOTHER!” /226
CHAPTER 27 IN THE GARDEN /235
THERE IS NO ONE LEFT
When Mary Lennox was
sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the
most disagreeablelooking 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.
止步在风下 –
质量特别好，还附送音频，虽然音频是美音的。。。。不过还是很好的。
szp08 –
最喜欢的英文小说，不错、童话经典。就是有些没有配光盘，遗憾。
童年的草 –
喜欢读英文原版书，搞活动就买了，书的质量特别好。