基本信息
- 原书名：The Moonstone
- 原出版社： Dover Publications
内容简介
书籍
英语词典
The Moonstone，中文译名为《月亮宝石》，是19世纪最伟大的侦探小说之一，它由英国著名作家威尔基?柯林斯编著。这是一部充满正义与邪恶，历经传奇的侦探小说。故事充满了神秘的东方色彩，情节错综复杂、离奇曲折。
镶嵌在印度月亮神前额的巨大宝石因为其颜色像月亮，光泽随月色的变化而得名，根据神的旨意，谁要是掠夺这颗宝石，灾祸就必将落到他的头上。月亮宝石后被英国军官赫恩卡塞所抢，印度人不甘心国宝落入异邦，乃跟踪至英国，伺机夺回。赫恩卡塞做贼心虚，自觉命在旦夕，便嫁祸他人，把宝石送给外甥女雷切尔。之后，宝石竟告失踪。雷切尔的母亲请来卡夫探长寻找失踪的宝石，几经周折，真相终于大白，月亮宝石重回印度。
小说构思精巧，情节曲折，悬念丛生，扣人心弦。该书一经出版，很快就成为当时最受关注和最畅销的侦探小说，特别是受到青少年的热烈欢迎，至今被译成世界上十几种文字，曾经先后多次被改编成电影和电视。无论作为语言学习的课本，还是作为通俗的文学读本，该书对当代中国的青少年都将产生积极的影响。为了使读者能够了解英文故事概况，进而提高阅读速度和阅读水平，在每章的开始部分增加了中文导读。
英语词典
The Moonstone，中文译名为《月亮宝石》，是19世纪最伟大的侦探小说之一，它由英国著名作家威尔基?柯林斯编著。这是一部充满正义与邪恶，历经传奇的侦探小说。故事充满了神秘的东方色彩，情节错综复杂、离奇曲折。
镶嵌在印度月亮神前额的巨大宝石因为其颜色像月亮，光泽随月色的变化而得名，根据神的旨意，谁要是掠夺这颗宝石，灾祸就必将落到他的头上。月亮宝石后被英国军官赫恩卡塞所抢，印度人不甘心国宝落入异邦，乃跟踪至英国，伺机夺回。赫恩卡塞做贼心虚，自觉命在旦夕，便嫁祸他人，把宝石送给外甥女雷切尔。之后，宝石竟告失踪。雷切尔的母亲请来卡夫探长寻找失踪的宝石，几经周折，真相终于大白，月亮宝石重回印度。
小说构思精巧，情节曲折，悬念丛生，扣人心弦。该书一经出版，很快就成为当时最受关注和最畅销的侦探小说，特别是受到青少年的热烈欢迎，至今被译成世界上十几种文字，曾经先后多次被改编成电影和电视。无论作为语言学习的课本，还是作为通俗的文学读本，该书对当代中国的青少年都将产生积极的影响。为了使读者能够了解英文故事概况，进而提高阅读速度和阅读水平，在每章的开始部分增加了中文导读。
作译者
威尔基·柯林斯（Wilkie Collins，1824-1889），英国著名侦探小说家。作为柯林斯最成功的作品，《月亮宝石》被认为是英国历史上第一部真正意义上的侦探小说，而柯林斯也被誉为“现代侦探小说鼻祖”。如果说爱伦·坡开创了侦探小说之先河，那么柯林斯的贡献不但是把侦探小说从短篇引向长篇，而且在故事情节和人物形象构思上更具文学性，这一点在《月亮宝石》中得到了充分的体现。
目录
上部 宝石失踪（一八四八年）/
First Period The Loss of the Diamond (1848) 1
第一章/Chapter 1 2
第二章/Chapter 2 5
第三章/Chapter 3 11
第四章/Chapter 4 20
第五章/Chapter 5 30
第六章/Chapter 6 39
第七章/Chapter 7 53
第八章/Chapter 8 58
第九章/Chapter 9 71
第十章/Chapter 10 79
第十一章/Chapter 11 94
第十二章/Chapter 12 120
第十三章/Chapter 13 135
第十四章/Chapter 14 144
第十五章/Chapter 15 155
第十六章/Chapter 16 173
第十七章/Chapter 17 185
第十八章/Chapter 18 194
First Period The Loss of the Diamond (1848) 1
第一章/Chapter 1 2
第二章/Chapter 2 5
第三章/Chapter 3 11
第四章/Chapter 4 20
第五章/Chapter 5 30
第六章/Chapter 6 39
第七章/Chapter 7 53
第八章/Chapter 8 58
第九章/Chapter 9 71
第十章/Chapter 10 79
第十一章/Chapter 11 94
第十二章/Chapter 12 120
第十三章/Chapter 13 135
第十四章/Chapter 14 144
第十五章/Chapter 15 155
第十六章/Chapter 16 173
第十七章/Chapter 17 185
第十八章/Chapter 18 194
书摘
第一章
Chapter 1
一八五零年五月二十一号上午，富兰克林?布莱克先生对已故姨妈威林德太太的管家加布里埃尔?贝特里奇说，自己和律师谈起两年前在约克郡姨妈家宝石丢失的事。布拉夫律师认为，此事有很多人受到怀疑，应该让经历了这件事的人把它写下来，将真相告诉大家。
贝特里奇已经七十多岁了，喜欢看书，特别喜欢看《鲁滨逊漂流记》。每当精神不好和需要帮助时，都看这本书。自称已经看烂了六本了，去年他生日时，威林德太太又送他一本。
他想到昨天刚看到的一句话：“遇事不根据自己的能力就贸然行动，实在是不明智的。”而自己将要做的不知道是不是会应了那句话。但还是坐了下来，回忆起了两年前的事。
n the first part of Robinson Crusoe, at page one hundred and twentynine, you will find it thus written: 'Now I saw, though too late, the Folly of beginning a Work before we count the Cost, and before we judge rightly of our own Strength to go through with it.'
Only yesterday I opened my Robinson Crusoe at that place. Only this morning (May twenty-first, Eighteen hundred and fifty) came my lady's nephew, Mr. Franklin Blake, and held a short conversation with me, as follows:
'Betteredge,' says Mr. Franklin, 'I have been to the lawyer's about some family matters; and, among other things, we have been talking of the loss of the Indian Diamond, in my aunt's house in Yorkshire, two years since. Mr. Bruff thinks, as I think, that the whole story ought, in the interests of truth, to be placed on record in writing—and the sooner the better.'
Not perceiving his drift yet, and thinking it always desirable for the sake of peace and quietness to be on the lawyer's side, I said I thought so too. Mr. Franklin went on.
'In this matter of the Diamond,' he said, 'the characters of innocent people have suffered under suspicion already—as you know. The memories of innocent people may suffer, hereafter, for want of a record of the facts to which those who come after us can appeal. There can be no doubt that this strange family story of ours ought to be told. And I think, Betteredge, Mr. Bruff and I together have hit on the right way of telling it.'
Very satisfactory to both of them, no doubt. But I failed to see what I myself had to do with it, so far.
'We have certain events to relate,' Mr. Franklin proceeded; 'and we have certain persons concerned in those events who are capable of relating them. Starting from these plain facts, the idea is that we should all write the story of the Moonstone in turn—as far as our own personal experience extends, and no further. We must begin by showing how the Diamond first fell into the hands of my uncle Herncastle, when he was serving in India fifty years since. This prefatory narrative I have already got by me in the form of an old family paper, which relates the necessary particulars on the authority of an eye-witness. The next thing to do is to tell how the Diamond found its way into my aunt's house in Yorkshire, two years ago, and how it came to be lost in little more than twelve hours afterwards. Nobody knows as much as you do, Betteredge, about what went on in the house at that time. So you must take the pen in hand, and start the story.'
In those terms I was informed of what my personal concern was with the matter of the Diamond. If you are curious to know what course I took under the circumstances, I beg to inform you that I did what you would probably have done in my place. I modestly declared myself to be quite unequal to the task imposed upon me—and I privately felt, all the time, that I was quite clever enough to perform it, if I only gave my own abilities a fair chance. Mr. Franklin, I imagine, must have seen my private sentiments in my face. He declined to believe in my modesty; and he insisted on giving my abilities a fair chance.
Two hours have passed since Mr. Franklin left me. As soon as his back was turned, I went to my writing-desk to start the story. There I have sat helpless (in spite of my abilities) ever since; seeing what Robinson Crusoe saw, as quoted above—namely the folly of beginning a work before we count the cost, and before we judge rightly of our own strength to go through with it. Please to remember, I opened the book by accident, at that bit, only the day before I rashly undertook the business now in hand; and, allow me to ask—if that isn't prophecy; what is?
I am not superstitious; I have read a heap of books in my time; I am a scholar in my own way. Though turned seventy, I possess an active memory, and legs to correspond. You are not to take it, if you please, as the saying of an ignorant man, when I express my opinion that such a book as Robinson Crusoe never was written, and never will be written again. I have tried that book for years—generally in combination with a pipe of tobacco—and I have found it my friend in need in all the necessities of this mortal life. When my spirits are bad—Robinson Crusoe. When I want advice— Robinson Crusoe. In past times when my wife plagued me; in present times when I have had a drop too much—Robinson Crusoe. I have worn out six stout Robinson Crusoes with hard work in my service. On my lady's last birthday she gave me a seventh. I took a drop too much on the strength of it; and Robinson Crusoe put me right again. Price four shillings and sixpence, bound in blue, with a picture into the bargain.
Still, this don't look much like starting the story of the Diamond—does it? I seem to be wandering off in search of Lord knows what, Lord knows where. We will take a new sheet of paper, if you please, and begin over again, with my best respects to you.
The Moonstone
Chapter 1
一八五零年五月二十一号上午，富兰克林?布莱克先生对已故姨妈威林德太太的管家加布里埃尔?贝特里奇说，自己和律师谈起两年前在约克郡姨妈家宝石丢失的事。布拉夫律师认为，此事有很多人受到怀疑，应该让经历了这件事的人把它写下来，将真相告诉大家。
贝特里奇已经七十多岁了，喜欢看书，特别喜欢看《鲁滨逊漂流记》。每当精神不好和需要帮助时，都看这本书。自称已经看烂了六本了，去年他生日时，威林德太太又送他一本。
他想到昨天刚看到的一句话：“遇事不根据自己的能力就贸然行动，实在是不明智的。”而自己将要做的不知道是不是会应了那句话。但还是坐了下来，回忆起了两年前的事。
n the first part of Robinson Crusoe, at page one hundred and twentynine, you will find it thus written: 'Now I saw, though too late, the Folly of beginning a Work before we count the Cost, and before we judge rightly of our own Strength to go through with it.'
Only yesterday I opened my Robinson Crusoe at that place. Only this morning (May twenty-first, Eighteen hundred and fifty) came my lady's nephew, Mr. Franklin Blake, and held a short conversation with me, as follows:
'Betteredge,' says Mr. Franklin, 'I have been to the lawyer's about some family matters; and, among other things, we have been talking of the loss of the Indian Diamond, in my aunt's house in Yorkshire, two years since. Mr. Bruff thinks, as I think, that the whole story ought, in the interests of truth, to be placed on record in writing—and the sooner the better.'
Not perceiving his drift yet, and thinking it always desirable for the sake of peace and quietness to be on the lawyer's side, I said I thought so too. Mr. Franklin went on.
'In this matter of the Diamond,' he said, 'the characters of innocent people have suffered under suspicion already—as you know. The memories of innocent people may suffer, hereafter, for want of a record of the facts to which those who come after us can appeal. There can be no doubt that this strange family story of ours ought to be told. And I think, Betteredge, Mr. Bruff and I together have hit on the right way of telling it.'
Very satisfactory to both of them, no doubt. But I failed to see what I myself had to do with it, so far.
'We have certain events to relate,' Mr. Franklin proceeded; 'and we have certain persons concerned in those events who are capable of relating them. Starting from these plain facts, the idea is that we should all write the story of the Moonstone in turn—as far as our own personal experience extends, and no further. We must begin by showing how the Diamond first fell into the hands of my uncle Herncastle, when he was serving in India fifty years since. This prefatory narrative I have already got by me in the form of an old family paper, which relates the necessary particulars on the authority of an eye-witness. The next thing to do is to tell how the Diamond found its way into my aunt's house in Yorkshire, two years ago, and how it came to be lost in little more than twelve hours afterwards. Nobody knows as much as you do, Betteredge, about what went on in the house at that time. So you must take the pen in hand, and start the story.'
In those terms I was informed of what my personal concern was with the matter of the Diamond. If you are curious to know what course I took under the circumstances, I beg to inform you that I did what you would probably have done in my place. I modestly declared myself to be quite unequal to the task imposed upon me—and I privately felt, all the time, that I was quite clever enough to perform it, if I only gave my own abilities a fair chance. Mr. Franklin, I imagine, must have seen my private sentiments in my face. He declined to believe in my modesty; and he insisted on giving my abilities a fair chance.
Two hours have passed since Mr. Franklin left me. As soon as his back was turned, I went to my writing-desk to start the story. There I have sat helpless (in spite of my abilities) ever since; seeing what Robinson Crusoe saw, as quoted above—namely the folly of beginning a work before we count the cost, and before we judge rightly of our own strength to go through with it. Please to remember, I opened the book by accident, at that bit, only the day before I rashly undertook the business now in hand; and, allow me to ask—if that isn't prophecy; what is?
I am not superstitious; I have read a heap of books in my time; I am a scholar in my own way. Though turned seventy, I possess an active memory, and legs to correspond. You are not to take it, if you please, as the saying of an ignorant man, when I express my opinion that such a book as Robinson Crusoe never was written, and never will be written again. I have tried that book for years—generally in combination with a pipe of tobacco—and I have found it my friend in need in all the necessities of this mortal life. When my spirits are bad—Robinson Crusoe. When I want advice— Robinson Crusoe. In past times when my wife plagued me; in present times when I have had a drop too much—Robinson Crusoe. I have worn out six stout Robinson Crusoes with hard work in my service. On my lady's last birthday she gave me a seventh. I took a drop too much on the strength of it; and Robinson Crusoe put me right again. Price four shillings and sixpence, bound in blue, with a picture into the bargain.
Still, this don't look much like starting the story of the Diamond—does it? I seem to be wandering off in search of Lord knows what, Lord knows where. We will take a new sheet of paper, if you please, and begin over again, with my best respects to you.
The Moonstone
