原文 (英語)

CHAPTER VIII JANET ILCHESTER I was a prisoner, captured by fraud, and with five shillings and a penny still remaining to me for an assurance of my power to enjoy freedom. Osric and Kiomi did not show themselves on the road, they answered none of my shouts. 'She is afraid to look me in the face,' I said, keeping my anger on Kiomi. 'Harry, Harry,' said my aunt, 'they must have seen me here; do you grieve, and you have me, dear?' Her eager brown eyes devoured me while I stoo