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Dubliners | Progressive Translation Books for French A1 Students

Dubliners | Progressive Translation Books for French A1 Students

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THESISTERS
Therewas
aucun
nohopeforhimthis
fois
time:
itwasthethirdstroke.
Nuit
NightafternightIhadpassedthe
maison
house(itwasvacationtime)
et
andstudiedthelightedsquareofwindow:
et
andnightafternightIhadfounditlightedin
la
thesameway,faintlyandevenly.
Ifhewas
mort
dead,Ithought,Iwould
verrais
seethereflectionofcandlesonthedarkenedblindforI
savais
knewthattwocandlesmustbesetatthe
tête
headofacorpse.
Hehadoften
dit
saidtome:
“Iamnot
longtemps
longforthisworld,”andIhad
pensé
thoughthiswordsidle.
NowI
savais
knewtheyweretrue.
Every
soir
nightasIgazedupatthewindowI
disais
saidsoftlytomyselfthe
mot
wordparalysis.
Ithadalways
sonné
soundedstrangelyinmyears,
comme
likethewordgnomonin
le
theEuclidandthewordsimonyin
le
theCatechism.
Butnowit
sonnait
soundedtomelikethe
nom
nameofsomemaleficentandsinfulbeing.
Itfilledmewithfear,
et
andyetIlongedtobenearertoit
et
andtolookuponitsdeadly
œuvre
work.
OldCotterwassittingat
le
thefire,smoking,whenIcamedownstairstosupper.
Whilemyauntwasladling
hors
outmystirabouthesaid,as
si
ifreturningtosomeformerremarkof
son
his:.
“No,Iwouldn’tsayhewas
exactement
exactly...
buttherewas
quelque chose
somethingqueer...
therewas
quelque chose
somethinguncannyabouthim.
I’ll
dire
tellyoumyopinion....”
Hebegantopuffathispipe,nodoubtarranginghisopinioninhis
esprit
mind.
Tiresomeoldfool!
Whenwe
connu
knewhimfirstheusedtoberatherinteresting,
parlant
talkingoffaintsandworms;
mais
butIsoongrewtiredofhim
et
andhisendlessstoriesabout
la
thedistillery.
“Ihavemy
propre
owntheoryaboutit,”he
dit
said.
“Ithinkitwasoneof
ces
those...
peculiarcases....
Butit’s
difficile
hardtosay....”
Hebegantopuffagainathispipe
sans
withoutgivingushistheory.
My
oncle
unclesawmestaringand
dit
saidtome:.
“Well,soyourold
ami
friendisgone,you’llbe
désolé
sorrytohear.”
“Who?”
said
Je
I.
“FatherFlynn.”
“Ishedead?”
“MrCotterherehasjust
dire
toldus.
Hewaspassingby
la
thehouse.”
IknewthatIwas
sous
underobservationsoIcontinued
manger
eatingasifthenewshadnotinterestedme.
My
oncle
uncleexplainedtooldCotter.
“Theyoungster
et
andheweregreatfriends.
The
vieux
oldchaptaughthimagreatdeal,mindyou;
et
andtheysayhehad
un
agreatwishforhim.”
“Godhavemercyonhissoul,”
dit
saidmyauntpiously.
OldCotter
regardé
lookedatmeforawhile.
I
sentais
feltthathislittlebeadyblackeyeswereexaminingme
mais
butIwouldnotsatisfyhimbylookingupfrommyplate.
He
retourné
returnedtohispipeandfinallyspatrudelyinto
la
thegrate.
“Iwouldn’tlike
enfants
childrenofmine,”hesaid,“tohave
trop
toomuchtosayto
un
amanlikethat.”
“Howdoyoumean,MrCotter?”
demandé
askedmyaunt.
“WhatI
veux dire
meanis,”saidoldCotter,“it’s
mauvais
badforchildren.
Myidea
est
is:
letayounglad
courir
runaboutandplaywith
jeune
youngladsofhisownage
et
andnotbe....
AmIright,Jack?”
“That’smyprinciple,too,”
dit
saidmyuncle.
“Lethim
apprendre
learntoboxhiscorner.
That’swhatI’m
toujours
alwayssayingtothatRosicrucian
là-bas
there:
takeexercise.
Why,whenIwas
un
anippereverymorningofmy
vie
lifeIhadacoldbath,winter
et
andsummer.
Andthat’swhat
tient
standstomenow.
Educationisall
très
veryfineandlarge....
MrCotter
pourrait
mighttakeapickofthatlegmutton,”headdedtomyaunt.
“No,no,notforme,”
dit
saidoldCotter.
Myaunt
apporté
broughtthedishfromthe
coffre-fort
safeandputitonthetable.
“But
pourquoi
whydoyouthinkit’snot
bon
goodforchildren,MrCotter?”
she
demandé
asked.
“It’sbadforchildren,”
dit
saidoldCotter,“becausetheirmindsaresoimpressionable.
Quand
Whenchildrenseethingslikethat,you
savez
know,ithasaneffect....”
IcrammedmymouthwithstiraboutforfearImight
donner
giveutterancetomyanger.
Tiresome
vieux
oldred-nosedimbecile!
Itwas
tard
latewhenIfellasleep.
ThoughIwasangrywith
vieux
oldCotterforalludingtomeasa
enfant
child,Ipuzzledmyheadtoextractmeaningfromhisunfinishedsentences.
In
le
thedarkofmyroomIimagined
que
thatIsawagaintheheavygrey
visage
faceoftheparalytic.
Idrew
les
theblanketsovermyhead
et
andtriedtothinkofChristmas.
Mais
Butthegreyfacestill
suivait
followedme.
Itmurmured;
andI
compris
understoodthatitdesiredtoconfess
quelque chose
something.
Ifeltmysoulrecedingintosomepleasant
et
andviciousregion;
andthereagainI
trouvé
founditwaitingforme.
Itbegantoconfesstomeinamurmuringvoice
et
andIwonderedwhyitsmiledcontinually
et
andwhythelipsweresomoistwithspittle.
Mais
ButthenIrememberedthatithad
mort
diedofparalysisandI
senti
feltthatItoowassmilingfeeblyasiftoabsolve
le
thesimoniacofhissin.
The
lendemain
nextmorningafterbreakfastIwentdowntolookatthe
petit
littlehouseinGreatBritain
Rue
Street.
Itwasanunassumingshop,registered
sous
underthevaguenameofDrapery.
La
Thedraperyconsistedmainlyofchildren’sbootees
et
andumbrellas;
andonordinarydays
une
anoticeusedtohanginthewindow,
disant
saying:
UmbrellasRe-covered.
Nonoticewasvisible
maintenant
nowfortheshutterswereup.
Un
Acrapebouquetwastiedtothedoor-knocker
avec
withribbon.
Twopoorwomen
et
andatelegramboywere
lisaient
readingthecardpinnedon
la
thecrape.
Ialsoapproached
et
andread:.
July1st,1895
Le
TheRev.JamesFlynn(formerlyofS.Catherine’sChurch,Meath
Rue
Street),agedsixty-fiveyears.R.I.P.
La
Thereadingofthecardpersuadedmethathewas
mort
deadandIwasdisturbedto
retrouver
findmyselfatcheck.
Hadhenotbeen
mort
deadIwouldhavegoneintothelittledarkroom
derrière
behindtheshoptofindhim
assis
sittinginhisarm-chairbythe
feu
fire,nearlysmotheredinhisgreat-coat.
Peut-être
Perhapsmyauntwouldhave
donné
givenmeapacketofHighToastforhim
et
andthispresentwouldhaverousedhimfromhisstupefieddoze.
Itwas
toujours
alwaysIwhoemptiedthepacketintohisblacksnuff-boxforhishandstrembled
trop
toomuchtoallowhimto
faire
dothiswithoutspillinghalfthesnuff
sur
aboutthefloor.
Evenasheraisedhislargetrembling
main
handtohisnoselittlecloudsofsmokedribbled
travers
throughhisfingersoverthe
devant
frontofhiscoat.
It
peut
mayhavebeentheseconstantshowersofsnuff
qui
whichgavehisancientpriestlygarmentstheirgreenfadedlookforthe
rouge
redhandkerchief,blackened,asit
toujours
alwayswas,withthesnuff-stainsofa
semaine
week,withwhichhetriedtobrushawaythe
tombés
fallengrains,wasquiteinefficacious.
I
voulais
wishedtogoinand
regarder
lookathimbutIhadnotthecouragetoknock.
Iwalkedawayslowlyalongthesunny
côté
sideofthestreet,reading
toutes
allthetheatricaladvertisementsintheshop-windowsasIwent.
I
trouvai
founditstrangethatneitherInor
le
thedayseemedinamourningmood
et
andIfeltevenannoyedatdiscoveringinmyself
une
asensationoffreedomas
si
ifIhadbeenfreedfrom
quelque chose
somethingbyhisdeath.
Iwonderedat
cela
thisfor,asmyunclehad
dit
saidthenightbefore,hehadtaughtmeagreatdeal.
Hehadstudiedin
le
theIrishcollegeinRome
et
andhehadtaughtmetopronounceLatinproperly.
Hehad
raconté
toldmestoriesaboutthecatacombs
et
andaboutNapoleonBonaparte,andhehadexplainedtomethemeaningofthe
différents
differentceremoniesoftheMass
et
andofthedifferentvestmentswornbythepriest.
Parfois
Sometimeshehadamusedhimselfby
posant
puttingdifficultquestionstome,askingmewhatoneshould
faire
doincertaincircumstancesorwhether
tel
suchandsuchsinsweremortal
ou
orvenialoronlyimperfections.
Hisquestions
montré
showedmehowcomplexandmysteriouswerecertaininstitutionsof
les
theChurchwhichIhad
toujours
alwaysregardedasthesimplestacts.
ThedutiesofthepriesttowardstheEucharist
et
andtowardsthesecrecyoftheconfessionalseemedsogravetome
que
thatIwonderedhowanybodyhadever
trouvé
foundinhimselfthecouragetoundertakethem;
et
andIwasnotsurprised
quand
whenhetoldmethatthefathersoftheChurchhad
écrit
writtenbooksasthickasthePost
Bureau
OfficeDirectoryandascloselyprintedasthe
loi
lawnoticesinthenewspaper,elucidating
toutes
alltheseintricatequestions.
Often
quand
whenIthoughtofthisI
pouvais
couldmakenoansweroronlya
très
veryfoolishandhaltingoneupon
laquelle
whichheusedtosmile
et
andnodhisheadtwice
ou
orthrice.
SometimesheusedtoputmethroughtheresponsesoftheMasswhichhehad
faisait
mademelearnbyheart;
et
and,asIpattered,heusedtosmilepensively
et
andnodhishead,now
et
andthenpushinghugepinchesofsnuffup
chaque
eachnostrilalternately.
Whenhesmiledheusedtouncoverhisbigdiscolouredteeth
et
andlethistonguelieuponhislowerlip—ahabit
qui
whichhadmademefeeluneasyinthebeginningofouracquaintance
avant
beforeIknewhimwell.
AsI
marchant
walkedalonginthesunIremembered
vieux
oldCotter’swordsandtriedtorememberwhathad
passé
happenedafterwardsinthedream.
Iremembered
que
thatIhadnoticedlongvelvetcurtains
et
andaswinginglampofantiquefashion.
IfeltthatIhadbeen
très
veryfaraway,insomeland
où
wherethecustomswerestrange—inPersia,I
pensais
thought....
ButIcouldnotremember
la
theendofthedream.
Intheeveningmyaunt
emmené
tookmewithhertovisitthe
maison
houseofmourning.
Itwas
après
aftersunset;
butthewindow-panesof
les
thehousesthatlookedto
les
thewestreflectedthetawnygoldofa
grand
greatbankofclouds.
Nanniereceivedusin
le
thehall;
and,asit
été
wouldhavebeenunseemlytohaveshoutedather,myauntshookhandswithherfor
tout
all.
Theoldwomanpointedupwardsinterrogatively
et
and,onmyaunt’snodding,proceededtotoilupthenarrowstaircase
devant
beforeus,herbowedheadbeingscarcelyabovethelevelofthebanister-rail.
At
la
thefirstlandingshestopped
et
andbeckonedusforwardencouraginglytowards
la
theopendoorofthedead-room.
Myauntwentin
et
andtheoldwoman,seeing
que
thatIhesitatedtoenter,begantobeckontomeagainrepeatedly
avec
withherhand.
Iwentinontiptoe.
Theroom
travers
throughthelaceendoftheblindwassuffusedwithduskygolden
lumière
lightamidwhichthecandles
ressemblaient
lookedlikepalethinflames.
Hehadbeencoffined.
Nannie
donné
gavetheleadandwethreekneltdownat
la
thefootofthebed.
Ipretendedtopray
mais
butIcouldnotgathermythoughts
parce que
becausetheoldwoman’smutteringsdistracted
me
me.
Inoticedhowclumsilyherskirtwashookedat
les
thebackandhowtheheelsofherclothbootsweretroddendownallto
un
oneside.
Thefancycametomethat
le
theoldpriestwassmilingashelaythereinhiscoffin.
Mais
Butno.Whenwerose
et
andwentuptothe
tête
headofthebedI
vu
sawthathewasnotsmiling.
Therehelay,solemn
et
andcopious,vestedasforthealtar,hislargehandslooselyretaining
un
achalice.
Hisfacewas
très
verytruculent,greyandmassive,
avec
withblackcavernousnostrilsandcircledbyascantywhitefur.
Therewas
une
aheavyodourintheroom—theflowers.
Weblessedourselves
et
andcameaway.
Inthelittleroomdownstairswe
trouvé
foundElizaseatedinhisarm-chairinstate.
Igropedmy
chemin
waytowardsmyusualchairin
le
thecornerwhileNanniewentto
le
thesideboardandbroughtout
un
adecanterofsherryand
quelques
somewine-glasses.
Shesettheseonthetable
et
andinvitedustotake
un
alittleglassofwine.
Then,athersister’sbidding,shefilledoutthesherryintotheglasses
et
andpassedthemtous.
Shepressedmeto
prendre
takesomecreamcrackersalso
mais
butIdeclinedbecauseI
pensais
thoughtIwouldmaketoomuchnoise
mangeant
eatingthem.
Sheseemedtobesomewhatdisappointedatmyrefusal
et
andwentoverquietlyto
le
thesofawhereshesatdown
derrière
behindhersister.
Noone
parlé
spoke:
weallgazedat
la
theemptyfireplace.
Myaunt
attendu
waiteduntilElizasighedandthen
dit
said:.
“Ah,well,he’sgoneto
un
abetterworld.”
Elizasighed
nouveau
againandbowedherheadinassent.
Myauntfingered
la
thestemofherwine-glass
avant
beforesippingalittle.
“Didhe...
peacefully?”
she
demandé
asked.
“Oh,quitepeacefully,ma’am,”
dit
saidEliza.
“Youcouldn’ttell
quand
whenthebreathwentoutofhim.
He
eu
hadabeautifuldeath,Godbepraised.”
“Andeverything...?”
“FatherO’Rourkewasin
avec
withhimaTuesdayandanointedhim
et
andpreparedhimandall.”
“He
savait
knewthen?”
“Hewasquiteresigned.”
“Helooksquiteresigned,”
dit
saidmyaunt.
“That’swhat
la
thewomanwehadintowashhim
dit
said.
Shesaidhejustlookedasifhewasasleep,helookedthatpeaceful
et
andresigned.
Noonewould
penserait
thinkhe’dmakesucha
beau
beautifulcorpse.”
“Yes,indeed,”saidmyaunt.
Shesipped
un
alittlemorefromherglass
et
andsaid:.
“Well,MissFlynn,atanyrateit
doit
mustbeagreatcomfortforyouto
savoir
knowthatyoudidallyou
pouviez
couldforhim.
Youwere
deux
bothverykindtohim,I
dois
mustsay.”
Elizasmoothedherdressoverherknees.
“Ah,
pauvre
poorJames!”
shesaid.
“God
sait
knowswedoneallwe
pouvions
could,aspoorasweare—wewouldn’t
verrions
seehimwantanythingwhilehewasinit.”
Nanniehadleanedher
tête
headagainstthesofa-pillowandseemed
sur
abouttofallasleep.
“There’s
pauvre
poorNannie,”saidEliza,lookingather,“she’sworeout.
Tout
Alltheworkwehad,she
et
andme,gettinginthe
femme
womantowashhimandthenlayinghimout
et
andthenthecoffinandthenarrangingabouttheMassinthechapel.
Onlyfor
Père
FatherO’RourkeIdon’tknowwhatwe’dhave
fait
doneatall.
Itwashim
apporté
broughtusallthemflowers
et
andthemtwocandlesticksoutofthechapel
et
andwroteoutthenoticefortheFreeman’sGeneral
et
andtookchargeofallthepapersforthecemetery
et
andpoorJames’sinsurance.”
“Wasn’tthatgoodofhim?”
saidmyaunt.
Eliza
fermé
closedhereyesandshookher
tête
headslowly.
“Ah,there’snofriends
comme
liketheoldfriends,”she
dit
said,“whenallissaid
et
anddone,nofriendsthat
un
abodycantrust.”
“Indeed,that’strue,”
dit
saidmyaunt.
“AndI’m
sûr
surenowthathe’sgonetohiseternalrewardhewon’t
oubliera
forgetyouandallyourkindnesstohim.”
“Ah,
pauvre
poorJames!”
saidEliza.
“Hewas
pas
nogreattroubletous.
Youwouldn’thearhimin
la
thehouseanymorethannow.
Still,I
sais
knowhe’sgoneandalltothat....”
“It’s
quand
whenit’salloverthatyou’llmisshim,”
dit
saidmyaunt.
“Iknowthat,”
dit
saidEliza.
“Iwon’tbebringinghiminhiscupofbeef-teaany
plus
more,noryou,ma’am,sendinghimhissnuff.
Ah,
pauvre
poorJames!”
Shestopped,as
si
ifshewerecommuningwith
le
thepastandthensaidshrewdly:.
“Mindyou,Inoticed
y
therewassomethingqueercomingoverhimlatterly.
WheneverI’d
apportais
bringinhissouptohimthereI’d
trouvais
findhimwithhisbreviary
tombé
fallentothefloor,lying
dos
backinthechairandhismouthopen.”
Shelaid
un
afingeragainsthernose
et
andfrowned:
thenshecontinued:.
“Butstill
et
andallhekepton
dire
sayingthatbeforethesummerwasoverhe’dgooutforadriveonefine
jour
dayjusttoseetheold
maison
houseagainwherewewere
tous
allborndowninIrishtown
et
andtakemeandNannie
avec
withhim.
Ifwecouldonly
obtenir
getoneofthemnew-fangledcarriagesthat
fait
makesnonoisethatFatherO’Rourke
dit
toldhimabout,themwiththerheumaticwheels,forthe
journée
daycheap—hesaid,atJohnnyRush’soverthe
chemin
waythereanddriveoutthe
trois
threeofustogetherofaSundayevening.
Hehadhismindsetonthat....
Pauvre
PoorJames!”
“TheLordhavemercyonhissoul!”
saidmyaunt.
Elizatookoutherhandkerchief
et
andwipedhereyeswithit.
Thensheputitbackagaininherpocket
et
andgazedintotheemptygrateforsome
temps
timewithoutspeaking.