渔夫和他的灵魂第八集

每天三到五分钟纯英文时间，静静的聆听增强宝宝的英文听力，以下为英文原文以供参考
It was a man dressed in a suit of black velvet, cut in the Spanish fashion. His face was strangely pale, but his lips were like a proud red flower. He seemed weary, and was leaning back toying in a listless manner with the pommel of his dagger. On the grass beside him lay a plumed hat, and a pair of riding-gloves gauntleted with gilt lace,and sewn with seed-pearls wrought into a curious device. A short cloak lined with sables hang from his shoulder, and his delicate white hands were gemmed with rings.Heavy eyelids drooped over his eyes.
The young Fisherman watched him, as one snared in a spell. At last their eyes met, and wherever he danced it seemed to him that the eyes of the man were upon him.He heard the Witch laugh, and caught her by the waist, and whirled her madly round and round.
Suddenly a dog bayed in the wood, and the dancers stopped, and going up two by two, knelt down, and kissed the man's hands. As they did so, a little smile touched his proud lips, as a bird's wing touches the water and makes it laugh. But there was dis-dain in it. He kept looking at the young Fisherman.
Come ! let us worship , whispered the Witch , and she led him up , and a great desire to do as she besought him seized on him, and he followed her. But when he came close, and without knowing why he did it, he made on his breast the sign of the Cross, and called upon the holy name.
No sooner had he done so than the witches screamed like hawks and flew away,and the pallid face that had been watching him twitched with a spasm of pain. The man went over to a little wood, and whistled. A jennet with silver trappings came running to meet him. As he leapt upon the saddle he turned round, and looked at the young Fish-erman sadly.
And the Witch with the red hair tried to fly away also, but the Fisherman caught her by her wrists , and held her fast .
Loose me , she cried , and let me go . For thou hast named what should not be named, and shown the sign that may not be looked at.
Nay, he answered, but I will not let thee go till thou hast told me the secret. What secret? said the Witch, wrestling with him like a wild cat, and biting her foam-flecked lips.
Thou knowest, he made answer.
Her grass-green eyes grew dim with tears, and she said to the Fisherman, Ask me anything but that!
He laughed, and held her all the more tightly.
And when she saw that she could not free herself, she whispered to him, Surely I am as fair as the daughters of the sea, and as comely as comell in the blue waters, and she fawned on him and put her face close to his.