雙語讀電影 《愛麗絲夢游仙境-1》第02章 :你的肩膀上有一只毛毛蟲。

Lady Ascot suddenly loomed in front of Alice. Her sharp face leaned down, her features pinched.
“Alice dear,” she said smoothly, “shall we take a leisurely stroll through the garden? Just you and me?” She seized Alice’s elbow and propelled her away from Margaret. Alice cast a pleading look back over her shoulder, but Margaret only smiled and waved. Her face seemed to say: that’s your future mother-in-law! You’d better get used to it!
Alice was out of breath by the time they entered the maze of rose gardens. Pink, red, and white roses bloomed all around her, filling the air with their sweet perfume. Lady Ascot kept them moving at a fast clip, and Alice wondered what the hurry was. Her long blond hair was coming unpinned. She thought of how Hamish would disapprove and then gave her head a shake to dislodge a few more pins.
Lady Ascot spoke suddenly. “Do you know what I’ve always dreaded?”
“The decline of the aristocracy?” Alice suggested, but Lady Ascot did not acknowledge the joke. She carried on as if Alice had not spoken.
“Ugly grandchildren,” she said, answering her own question. “But you are lovely.” She beamed at Alice’s porcelain skin, her lustrous hair, her elfin features. “You’re bound to produce little … imbeciles!”
Alice jumped. That wasn’t where she’d expected that sentence to go. But then she realized that Lady Ascot had gotten distracted in the middle of her speech. The aristocratic lady had stopped to glare furiously at an innocent-looking bush of beautiful pearly white roses.
The rosebush shook as Lady Ascot tore off one of the roses and peered at it. “The gardeners planted white roses when I specifically asked for red!”
A glimmer of a dream-memory tiptoed through Alice’s mind. “You could always paint the roses red,” she offered.
Lady Ascot gave her a strange look. “What an odd thing to say.” She pushed Alice forward again along the neat gravel path. “Come along.”
As they hurried forward, Alice lifted her head. Was that … jingling that she’d heard? It was hard to tell over the incessant sound of Lady Ascot’s voice.
“You should know that my son has extremely delicate digestion,” she was saying, but Alice missed the rest of the sentence as something large and white darted past them. She whirled around, blinking, but it was gone again.
“Did you see that?” Alice asked.
Lady Ascot looked displeased at the interruption. “See what?”
Alice gazed around at the dark leaves and brightly colored flowers of the rose garden. “It was a rabbit, I think.” She felt a strange prickle along her skin.
“Nasty things.” Lady Ascot sniffed. “I do enjoy setting the dogs on them. Don’t dawdle.” She dragged Alice toward the gazebo, but the younger woman didn’t notice. She was still looking for the rabbit as Lady Ascot continued her lecture about Hamish’s digestion. “If you serve Hamish the wrong foods,” his mother said, “he could get a blockage.”
This time it was unmistakable. A large white rabbit was just off the path, standing on its hind legs and staring directly at Alice.
And it was most definitely wearing a waistcoat.
Alice blinked. The rabbit darted behind a tree.
“Did you see it that time?” Alice asked.
“See what?” Lady Ascot said again.
“The rabbit!” Alice cried, getting frustrated.
“Don’t shout!” Lady Ascot said snootily. “Pay attention. Hamish said you were easily distracted.” She patted her forehead with a white silk handkerchief. “What was I saying?”
“Hamish has a blockage,” Alice said, edging away. “I couldn’t be more interested, but you’ll have to excuse me.” She dove into the wooded area off the path, escaping Lady Ascot’s clutches. For a moment she blundered through a thick cove of trees, but she saw no sign of the white rabbit. She stopped, her mind reeling.
A hand landed on her shoulder, and she jumped. But it was only Aunt Imogene, her bright pink cheeks disturbingly close to Alice’s face.
“Aunt Imogene!” Alice said, leaning back a little. “I think I’m going mad. I keep seeing a rabbit in a waistcoat.”
“I can’t be bothered with your fancy rabbit now,” Imogene said, patting her ridiculous curls. “I’m waiting for my fiancé.”
This was strange enough to distract Alice from the rabbit for a moment. “You have a fiancé?”
A sudden flash of white darted past her and she whirled around. “There! Did you see it?” she cried. Her gaze searched the tangled shrubbery frantically, but everything was still again.
“He’s a prince,” Imogene simpered, ignoring Alice’s last question to go back to the story of her fiancé. “But, alas, he cannot marry me unless he renounces his throne. It’s tragic, isn’t it?”
Alice gave her a skeptical look. “Very.” Perhaps Imogene had lost her mind. She certainly sounded madder than Alice right now. Alice smiled and nodded politely, backing away from her aunt. Imogene had her hands clasped under her chin and was gazing off into the distance, waiting for her imaginary fiancé to appear. Alice was able to duck behind a tree, and she ran right into her sister’s husband, Lowell.
To her surprise, Lowell had his arms around a woman and was kissing her passionately. That woman, however, was not his wife, Margaret. Whoever she was, she took one look at Alice, let out a little shriek, and ran off into the woods.
“Lowell?” Alice said disbelievingly.
“Alice,” he said, highly flustered. “We were just … uh, Hattie’s an old friend.”
Alice lifted her eyebrows. “I can see you’re very close.” Not ten minutes earlier, Margaret had been extolling the virtues of married life and explaining how being married to Hamish would make Alice’s life as perfect as her own, married to Lowell. Was this what she meant? Did she really have no idea what was happening behind her back? Could Margaret be happy with a man like this?
Lowell adjusted his cravat. His face was bright red.
“Look, you won’t mention this to your sister, will you?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Alice said, stepping back. She didn’t want to cause Margaret pain—but shouldn’t she know the truth about her husband? She didn’t know what the right thing to do was. “I’m confused. I need time to think.”
“Well, think about Margaret,” Lowell said, halfpleading, half-commanding. “She would never trust me again. You don’t want to ruin her marriage, do you?” He ended with a threatening tone in his voice.
“Me?” Alice protested. “But I’m not the one who’s sneaking around behind her back… .”
“There you are!” Hamish’s voice interrupted. He popped out of the trees and seized Alice’s hand. Without a word to Lowell, he dragged her away.
Alice stumbled on the rough ground. It seemed far too soon to find herself standing with Hamish under the statuesque gazebo that adorned the garden. The shadows of the pillars fell on her like prison bars. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling cornered. As she glanced around, she spotted a string quartet discreetly positioned in the shadows. Their bows were already lifted and poised to play … just waiting for her to say yes before they added some swelling music to the dramatic moment.
Hamish dropped to one knee. Alice’s heart sank with him. She’d been hoping that Margaret was somehow wrong, that this wasn’t really about to happen.
“Alice Kingsleigh …” he said, taking her hand.
“Hamish,” Alice interrupted him.
“What is it?” he asked, frowning.
“You have a caterpillar on your shoulder.”
Hamish jerked backward and began frantically brushing at his shoulder, wriggling in disgust.
“Don’t hurt it!” Alice cried. She stepped forward and let the caterpillar crawl onto her finger. Then she lifted it gently onto a tree branch.
Hamish curled his lip at her hands as she came back to stand in front of him again. “You’ll want to wash that finger,” he said, edging away from her. Alice didn’t mind. She much preferred it when he wasn’t touching her.
Someone cleared her throat nearby, and the two young people in the gazebo glanced around to see Hamish’s mother gesturing eagerly at them. In fact, a whole crowd of people was watching them. Alice felt the weight of all their eyes on her, and apparently Hamish did, too, for he blurted out: “Alice Kingsleigh, will you be my wife?”
The question hung in the air for a long moment.
Unsure of herself, unsure of her future, unsure of her own sanity in that moment, Alice began to stammer. “Well, everyone expects me to … and you’re a Lord … and my face won’t last … and I don’t want to end up like … but this is happening so quickly … I, I … think … I …”
Something caught her eye.
It was the white rabbit, leaning against a pillar of the gazebo, glaring at her with undisguised impatience.
Maybe she was crazy. But she couldn’t exactly ignore him.
“I need a moment,” she explained, backing away. She seized the skirts of her long dress, turned, and ran.
Cries and murmurs from the crowd bubbled up behind her, but she didn’t look back. She ran with her golden hair flying out behind her, chasing the rabbit, just as she had in her dream, over and over again.
They ran across the manicured garden, into a thicket of woods, and out into an open meadow that Alice didn’t recognize. Small yellow butterflies darted over the tall grass, and hedgerows rose up along the edges.
Alice ran as fast as she could, but she’d lost sight of the rabbit in the grass. Gasping for breath, she stopped and looked around. She peeked over the hedgerow. The rabbit was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, a white paw reached up and grabbed her by the ankle. With a quick jerk, it yanked her off her feet. Alice threw out her arms and screamed.
She was falling
Down
the rabbit hole.

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