英 语 学 习 资 料 2(12)

He ran the length of the room, grabbing every weapon he found.
“Would you prefer a poignard? A bow? A crossbow? A pistol? A musket?” He held all these weapons before his daughter, who remained mute. He stared at the child who had once been so beaming, but who now stayed on her hands and knees, her head hung low, her wet hair hiding her face, her soaked gown clinging to her emaciated body, her feet filthy...
“You’re pathetic.” He spat, his voice scornful. “If François saw how worthless you’ve become, he would be ashamed to have believed in you so... I at least am ashamed to have believed in you! Stay there! Stay silent! If you don’t even have the courage to live go ahead and choose madness over battle! Worthless coward!”