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作者:怀疑一切      更新:2021-02-24 23:08      字数:9322
  anything      about    that  motor…car     and    who    it  belongs    to;  and   lodge    a
  complaint   against   it。  And   then   you'll   have   to   go   to   a   blacksmith's   or   a
  wheelwright's and arrange for the cart to be fetched and mended and put to
  rights。 It'll take time; but it's not quite a hopeless smash。 Meanwhile; the
  Mole and I will go to an inn and find comfortable rooms where we can
  stay till the cart's ready; and till your nerves have recovered their shock。'
  ‘Police…station!         Complaint!'murmured             Toad      dreamily。        ‘Me
  COMPLAIN           of   that   beautiful;    that   heavenly     vision    that  has    been
  vouchsafed me! MEND THE CART! I've done with carts for ever。 I never
  want to see the cart; or to hear of it; again。 O; Ratty! You can't think how
  obliged I am to you for consenting to come on this trip! I wouldn't have
  gone without you; and then I might never have seen thatthat swan; that
  sunbeam; that thunderbolt! I might never have heard that entrancing sound;
  or smelt that bewitching smell! I owe it all to you; my best of friends!'
  The Rat turned from him in despair。 ‘You see what it is?' he said to the
  Mole;   addressing   him  across Toad's   head:   ‘He's   quite   hopeless。   I   give   it
  upwhen we get to the town we'll go to the railway station; and with luck
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  we may pick up a train there that'll get us back to riverbank to…night。 And
  if ever you catch me going a…pleasuring with this provoking animal again!'
  He   snorted;   and   during   the   rest   of   that   weary   trudge   addressed   his
  remarks exclusively to Mole。
  On reaching the town they went straight to the station and deposited
  Toad in the second…class waiting…room; giving a porter twopence to keep a
  strict eye on him。 They then left the horse at an inn stable; and gave what
  directions   they   could   about   the   cart   and   its   contents。   Eventually;   a   slow
  train   having   landed   them   at   a   station   not   very   far   from  Toad   Hall;   they
  escorted the spell…bound; sleep…walking Toad to his door; put him inside it;
  and instructed his housekeeper to feed him; undress him; and put him to
  bed。 Then they got out their boat from the boat…house; sculled down the
  river home; and at a very late hour sat down to supper in their own cosy
  riverside parlour; to the Rat's great joy and contentment。
  The following evening the Mole; who had risen late and taken things
  very easy all day; was sitting on the bank fishing; when the Rat; who had
  been   looking   up   his   friends   and   gossiping;   came   strolling   along   to   find
  him。 ‘Heard the news?' he said。 ‘There's nothing else being talked about;
  all   along   the   river   bank。   Toad   went   up   to   Town   by   an   early   train   this
  morning。 And he has ordered a large and very expensive motor…car。'
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  CHAPTER III
  THE WILD WOOD
  The Mole had long wanted to make the I acquaintance of the Badger。
  He    seemed;    by   all  accounts;  to  be  such   an   important    personage    and;
  though   rarely   visible;   to   make   his   unseen   influence   felt   by   everybody
  about the place。 But whenever the Mole mentioned his wish to the Water
  Rat   he   always   found   himself   put   off。   ‘It's   all   right;'   the   Rat   would   say。
  ‘Badger'll turn up some day or otherhe's always turning upand then I'll
  introduce you。 The best of fellows! But   you must not only take him AS
  you find him; but WHEN you find him。'
  ‘Couldn't you ask him here dinner or something?' said the Mole。
  ‘He wouldn't come;' replied the Rat simply。 ‘Badger hates Society; and
  invitations; and dinner; and all that sort of thing。'
  ‘Well; then; supposing we go and call on HIM?' suggested the Mole。
  ‘O; I'm sure he wouldn't like that at ALL;' said the Rat; quite alarmed。
  ‘He's so very shy; he'd be sure to be offended。 I've never even ventured to
  call on him at his own home myself; though I know him so well。 Besides;
  we can't。 It's quite out of the question; because he lives in the very middle
  of the Wild Wood。'
  ‘Well; supposing he does;' said the Mole。 ‘You told me the Wild Wood
  was all right; you know。'
  ‘O; I know; I know; so it is;' replied the Rat evasively。 ‘But I think we
  won't go there just now。 Not JUST yet。 It's a long way; and he wouldn't be
  at home at this time of year anyhow; and he'll be coming along some day;
  if you'll wait quietly。'
  The   Mole   had   to   be   content   with   this。   But   the   Badger   never   came
  along; and every day brought its amusements; and it was not till summer
  was long over; and cold and frost and miry ways kept them much indoors;
  and the swollen river raced past outside their windows with a speed that
  mocked at boating of any sort or kind; that he found his thoughts dwelling
  again   with   much   persistence   on   the   solitary   grey   Badger;   who   lived   his
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  own life by himself; in his hole in the middle of the Wild Wood。
  In the winter time the Rat slept a great deal; retiring early and rising
  late。 During his short day he sometimes scribbled poetry or did other small
  domestic jobs about the house; and; of course; there were always animals
  dropping in for a chat; and consequently there was a good deal of story…
  telling and comparing notes on the past summer and all its doings。
  Such a rich chapter it had been; when one came to look back on it all!
  With illustrations so numerous and so very highly coloured! The pageant
  of   the   river   bank   had   marched   steadily   along;   unfolding   itself   in   scene…
  pictures that succeeded each other in stately procession。 Purple loosestrife
  arrived early; shaking luxuriant tangled locks along the edge of the mirror
  whence its own face laughed back at it。 Willow…herb; tender and wistful;
  like   a   pink   sunset   cloud;   was   not   slow   to   follow。   Comfrey;   the   purple
  hand…in…hand with the white; crept forth to take its place in the line; and at
  last one morning the diffident and delaying dog…rose stepped delicately on
  the   stage;   and   one   knew;   as   if   string…music   had   announced   it   in   stately
  chords that strayed into a gavotte; that June at last was here。 One member
  of the company was still awaited; the shepherd…boy for the nymphs to woo;
  the knight for whom the ladies waited at the window; the prince that was
  to   kiss   the   sleeping   summer   back   to   life   and   love。   But   when   meadow…
  sweet;   debonair   and   odorous   in   amber   jerkin;   moved   graciously   to   his
  place in the group; then the play was ready to begin。
  And   what   a   play   it   had   been!   Drowsy   animals;   snug   in   their   holes
  while     wind   and   rain   were    battering   at  their  doors;    recalled   still  keen
  mornings; an hour before sunrise; when the white mist; as yet undispersed;
  clung closely along the surface of the water; then the shock of the early
  plunge;   the   scamper   along   the   bank;   and   the   radiant   transformation   of
  earth; air; and water; when suddenly the sun was with them again; and grey
  was gold and colour was born and sprang out of the earth once more。 They
  recalled the languorous siesta of hot mid…day; deep in green undergrowth;
  the sun striking through in tiny golden shafts and spots; the boating and
  bathing of the afternoon; the rambles along dusty lanes and through yellow
  cornfields; and the long; cool evening at last; when so many threads were
  gathered      up;  so   many     friendships    rounded;     and    so  many     adventures
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  planned   for   the   morrow。   There   was   plenty   to   talk   about   on   those   short
  winter days   when   the animals   found   themselves   round the   fire;   still; the
  Mole had a good deal of spare time on his hands; and so one afternoon;
  when the Rat in his arm…chair before the blaze was alternately dozing and
  trying over rhymes that wouldn't fit; he formed the resolution to go out by
  himself and explore the Wild Wood; and perhaps strike up an acquaintance
  with Mr。 Badger。
  It was a cold still afternoon with a hard steely sky overhead; when he
  slipped out of the warm parlour into the open air。 The country lay bare and
  entirely leafl