赤毛のアン 第三十七章

CHAPTER XXXVII The Reaper Whose Name Is Death(1)

原文
"Matthew--Matthew--what is the matter? Matthew, are you sick?"

It was Marilla who spoke, alarm in every jerky word. Anne came through the hall, her hands full of white narcissus,--it was long before Anne could love the sight or odor of white narcissus again,--in time to hear her and to see Matthew standing in the porch doorway, a folded paper in his hand, and his face strangely drawn and gray. Anne dropped her flowers and sprang across the kitchen to him at the same moment as Marilla. They were both too late; before they could reach him Matthew had fallen across the threshold.

語彙など
  • alarm:心配,不安
  • jerky:愚かな,ばかな
  • narcissus:スイセン
  • odor:におい,香り
  • in time:時間に遅れずに
  • porch:玄関
  • doorway:戸口
  • fold:折り畳む
  • drawn:やつれた,緊張した
  • threshold:入り口,敷居