Of Human Bondage 人性的枷锁 Chapter 3

When they reached the house Mrs. Carey had died in—it was in a dreary ¹, respectable street between Notting Hill Gate and High Street, Kensington—Emma led Philip into the drawing-room. His uncle was writing letters of thanks for the wreaths which had been sent. One of them, which had arrived too late for the funeral, lay in its cardboard box on the hall-table., ,'Here's Master Philip,' said Emma., ,Mr. Carey stood up slowly and shook hands with the little boy. Then on second thoughts he bent ² down and kissed his forehead. He was a man of somewhat less than average height, inclined to corpulence, with his hair, worn long, arranged over the scalp so as to conceal ³ his baldness. He was clean-shaven. His features were regular, and it was possible to imagine that in his youth he had been good-looking. On his watch-chain he wore a gold cross., , ,Two years before Philip had been sent down to stay at the vicarage after an attack of chicken-pox; but there remained with him a recollection of an attic ⁴ and a large garden rather than of his uncle and aunt., ,'Yes.', ,She was tired of hearing the same dreary tale of drunkenness and violence.她听够了那些关于酗酒和暴力的乏味故事。,He was fully bent upon the project.他一心扑在这项计划上 。