Alice's Adventures in Wonderland 艾丽丝漫游奇境记

Chapter One: Down the Rabbit Hole

It is a beautiful, sunny afternoon. Alice and her sister are sitting by the river. Alice's sister is reading a book. Alice has nothing to do. She looks at her sister's book. There are no pictures in it.

'And what's the use of a book without pictures?' Alice thinks.

It is very, very hot. Alice is sleepy. Suddenly she sees a White Rabbit with pink eyes.

'Oh dear! Oh dear! I'm late!' he says.

The White Rabbit takes a watch out of his pocket and looks at it.

'A rabbit with a watch? That's very strange!' thinks Alice.

Alice follows the Rabbit across a field into a big rabbit hole and down,down, down. Alice falls down quite slowly. Around her she can see bookshelves, maps and pictures. She takes a jar from a shelf. 'Orange Marmalade'. She opens it but it is empty. She puts it back.

Down, down, down. 'I'm getting near the centre of the earth,' says Alice,

'I'll meet people that walk with their heads downwards! I'll ask them:

"Excuse me, is this New Zealand or Australia?'"

Suddenly she stops falling. She stands up quickly. There is a long passage before her. The Rabbit is hurrying down it. 'Oh my ears and whiskers! It's getting so late!'

The Rabbit disappears around a corner. Alice follows him.

Suddenly Alice is standing in a long hall. There are lots of lamps and doors all round the hall, but the doors are locked.

Alice notices a table with three legs in the middle of the hall. It is made of  glass. There is a small, golden key on it.

Alice takes the key and tries to open the doors, but no luck.

Then she looks around and notices a little door behind a curtain. She tries the key and opens the door. She looks inside and sees a beautiful garden.

'I would like to go into that garden,' thinks Alice, but she is too big. She can't get through the door.

'I would like to be smaller, but how?' She locks the little door and puts the key back on the table. There is a bottle on the table.

'I'm sure it wasn't there before,' Alice thinks. There is a label round the bottle. It says: 'Drink Me'.

'Perhaps it's dangerous, ' Alice says. So she tastes a little and she likes it.

She decides to drink it all.

'What a strange feeling!' Alice says, 'I'm getting smaller and smaller. I'm shutting up like a telescope.' And after a few minutes she is only 25 cm tall.

'Now I can go into the garden,' thinks Alice, but the door is locked and the key is on the table. Now she can't reach it.

Poor Alice! What a day!

She is very sad. She starts to cry.

'Stop crying, little Alice. What's the use of crying?' Alice says to herself.

Then she sees a little glass box under the table. She opens the box.

Inside there is a small cake and the words 'EAT ME' on the cake. 'Well, I'll eat it,' says Alice, 'and if it makes me taller I can take the key off the table and if it makes me shorter I can get under the door. I will get into the garden one way or another.'Alice eats the cake but nothing happens this time. She stays the same size;so she finishes the cake.

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Part Two: Search for Mr Hyde 

Mr Utterson was unhappy after his walk with Richard Enfield. He came home, and ate his dinner. Then he went to his safe . He took out a large document. The document was Dr Jekyll's will . Mr Utterson read the will carefully. Dr Jekyll's orders were clear. He left his money to his friend, Mr Edward Hyde. Mr Utterson did not like this part of the will. There was another part of the will which he did not like. If Dr Jekyll disappeared or went away, Mr Hyde could have all his money.

'There is a secret here,' Mr Utterson decided. 'Why does Dr Jekyll want to give his money to this Mr Hyde? Dr Jekyll is a good man, and this Mr Hyde is a terrible man. And what does 'disappearance' mean? Why does my friend think he is going to disappear? I will find out the truth.'

He decided to visit Dr Lanyon. Dr Lanyon was also a friend of Dr Jekyll.

'Perhaps he knows something,' thought Mr Utterson.

Dr Lanyon was happy to see Mr Utterson. They talked together for a while . Then Mr Utterson said, 'We have all been friends for a long time.

You and I are Dr Jekyll's oldest friends, I suppose?'

'I suppose we are,' Dr Lanyon agreed. 'But I don't see Jekyll often these days.'

'Oh?' said Mr Utterson. 'I thought you had the same interests. '

'No!' replied Dr Lanyon angrily. 'I don't like Henry Jekyll's ideas about science. He has some very strange ideas. We don't see each other often.'

'Tell me,' said Mr Utterson, 'do you know a man called Hyde?'

Dr Lanyon thought for a moment.

'Hyde?' he asked. 'No, I don't know the name.'

Mr Utterson returned home after his visit to Dr Lanyon. He could not sleep that night. He was worried about his friend.

He remembered Mr Enfield's story about Mr Hyde and the little girl.

'I want to see this Mr Hyde!' he decided. 'I want to know about his friendship with Henry Jekyll.'

Mr Utterson went back to the old house very often now. He waited in the street, and he hoped to see Mr Hyde. He went there every day, but Mr Hyde never came.

One night Mr Utterson was in the street outside the old house.

He heard someone in the street. Then he saw a man. Mr Utterson followed him, and then spoke to him.

'Are you Mr Hyde?' he asked.

The man seemed frightened for a moment. Then he looked at Mr Utterson angrily.

'I am Mr Hyde. What do you want?'

'I see that you are going into this house,' said Mr Utterson.

'I am a friend of Dr Jekyll—perhaps you will ask me into the house?'

'Dr Jekyll is not at home,' Mr Hyde said.

'I am glad we have met,' Mr Utterson said. 'I shall know you again. It may be useful.'

'I am glad, we have met, too,' said Mr Hyde. He gave Mr Utterson a piece of paper with his address written on it.

'He is thinking of the will.' Mr Utterson thought. 'He is glad we met because of the will! That's why he wants me to know where he lives.'

Mr Hyde entered the house, and closed the door behind him.

'I don't like that man!' thought Mr Utterson. 'There is something very strange about him. Poor Henry Jekyll, why have you got a friend like that?'

The lawyer walked to the end of the street, and turned the corner. The houses here were large and beautiful. Mr Utterson stopped and knocked at the door of one of the houses. A servant opened the door.

'Good evening, Poole,' Mr Utterson said. 'I am looking for Dr Jekyll—is he at home?'

'Please come in, sir,' the servant said. 'I will see if Dr Jekyll is at home.'

Poole came back after a few moments.

'I am sorry, sir,' he told Mr Utterson. 'Dr Jekyll has gone out.'

'I saw Mr Hyde go into the laboratory ,' said Mr Utterson. 'Does he often come when Dr Jekyll is out?'

'Yes, sir,' Poole answered. 'Mr Hyde has a key to the laboratory. '

'Are Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde good friends?' asked the lawyer.

'They are very good friends, sir,' Poole said. 'We have orders to obey Mr Hyde when he comes to the laboratory.'

'I have never met Mr Hyde at dinner here,' the lawyer said.

'No, sir,' Poole agreed. 'Mr Hyde never dines here. He never comes to this part of the house. He stays in the laboratory.'

Mr Utterson thanked the servant, and left the house. He was very sad.

'Poor Henry Jekyll!' he thought. 'He lived badly when he was a young man.

Mr Hyde must know some secret from the past. My friend is paying him to be quiet about the secret. My poor, poor friend— I will help him if I can!'

Two weeks later, Dr Jekyll invited some of his friends to dinner at his house. Mr Utterson was one of the guests. After the other guests had gone,

Mr Utterson stayed to talk with his friend.

'I want to talk to you about something important,' the lawyer said. 'It concerns your will, Jekyll.'

'I know what you want to say, my friend,' Dr Jekyll told him.

'You're not happy about my will, are you?'

'I know something about Mr Hyde,' Utterson said quietly.

'People say terrible things about him.'

'You do not understand,' Dr Jekyll said. 'You do not understand my position. It is very difficult for me—'

'Jekyll!' the lawyer interrupted I him. 'You know me: we are old friends.

If you are in trouble , tell me the truth. Perhaps I can help you.'

'You're a good friend, Utterson,' Dr Jekyll said. 'Thank you for your offer of help. But you cannot help me. I know you have seen Mr Hyde—he told me. I am interested in that man. I trust you to follow the orders in my will.

Promise me that you will follow them.'

'I will never like Mr Hyde.' the lawyer said.

'I don't ask that,' Dr Jekyll told his friend. 'I ask only that you help him when I am not here.'

'Very well,' the lawyer said. 'I will do what you want.'