Thatspring was a good one: the days grew longer and gave us more playing time.Jem's mind was occupied mostly with the vital statistics of every collegefootball player in the nation. Every night Atticus would read us the sportspages of the newspapers. Alabama might go to the Rose Bowl again this year,judging from its prospects, not one of whose names we could pronounce. Atticuswas in the middle of Windy Seaton's column one evening when the telephone rang.
He answered it,then went to the hat rack in the hall. "I'm going down to Mrs. Dubose'sfor a while," he said. "I won't be long."
But Atticusstayed away until long past my bedtime. When he returned he was carrying acandy box. Atticus sat down in the livingroom and put the box on the floorbeside his chair.
"What'dshe want?" asked Jem.
We had not seenMrs. Dubose for over a month. She was never on the porch any more when wepassed.
"She'sdead, son," said Atticus. "She died a few minutes ago."
"Oh,"said Jem. "Well."
"Wellis right," said Atticus. "She's not suffering any more. She was sickfor a long time. Son, didn't you know what her fits were?"
Jemshook his head.
"Mrs.Dubose was a morphine addict," said Atticus. "She took it as a pain-killerfor years. The doctor put her on it. She'd have spent the rest of her life onit and died without so much agony, but she was too contrary-"
Atticussaid, "Just before your escapade she called me to make her will. Dr.Reynolds told her she had only a few months left. Her business affairs were inperfect order but she said, 'There's still one thing out of order.'"
"Whatwas that?" Jem was perplexed.
"Shesaid she was going to leave this world beholden to nothing and nobody. Jem,when you're sick as she was, it's all right to take anything to make it easier,but it wasn't all right for her. She said she meant to break herself of itbefore she died, and that's what she did."
Jemsaid, "You mean that's what her fits were?"
"Yes,that's what they were. Most of the time you were reading to her I doubt if sheheard a word you said. Her whole mind and body were concentrated on that alarmclock. If you hadn't fallen into her hands, I'd have made you go read to heranyway. It may have been some distraction. There was another reason-"
"Didshe die free?" asked Jem.
"Asthe mountain air," said Atticus. "She was conscious to the last, almost.Conscious," he smiled, "and cantankerous. She still disapprovedheartily of my doings, and said I'd probably spend the rest of my life bailingyou out of jail. She had Jessie fix you this box-"
Atticusreached down and picked up the candy box. He handed it to Jem.
Jem opened thebox. Inside, surrounded by wads of damp cotton, was a white, waxy, perfectcamellia. It was a Snow-on-the-Mountain.
Jem's eyesnearly popped out of his head. "Old hell-devil, old hell-devil!" hescreamed, flinging it down. "Why can't she leave me alone?"
In a flashAtticus was up and standing over him. Jem buried his face in Atticus's shirt front."Sh-h," he said. "I think that was her way of telling you-everything's all right now, Jem, everything's all right. You know, she was agreat lady."
"Alady?" Jem raised his head. His face was scarlet. "After all thosethings she said about you, a lady?"
"Shewas. She had her own views about things, a lot different from mine, maybe...son, I told you that if you hadn't lost your head I'd have made you go read toher. I wanted you to see something about her- I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the ideathat courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're lickedbefore you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do. Mrs. Dubose won, all ninety-eight poundsof her. According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody. Shewas the bravest person I ever knew."
Jempicked up the candy box and threw it in the fire. He picked up the camellia,and when I went off to bed I saw him fingering the wide petals. Atticus wasreading the paper.
翻译划线句子。 为方便大家学习交流，可以不设楼主可见。不过大家先自己做好翻译后，再去观摩别人的作品哦~~ 100HY