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5、riginally appeared in Family Circle. Verses from Clancy of the Overflow by A. B. Paterson reprinted by permission of the copyright proprietor and Angus and Robertson Publishers. Photograph of the author by Jim Kalett. AVON BOOKS A division of The Hearst Corporation 959 Eighth Avenue New York, New Yo

6、rk 10 Copyright (c 1977 by Colleen McCullough Published by arrangement with Harper and Row, Publishers, Inc. Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 76-26271 ISBN: All rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information addres

7、s Harper and Row, Publishers, Inc., 10 East 53 Street, New York, New York 10 First Avon Printing, June, 1 AVON TRADEMARK REG. U.s. PAT. OFF. AND IN OTHER COUNTRIES, MARCA BEGISTRADA, HECHO EN U.s.a. Printed in Canada for big sister Jean Easthope CONTENTS ONE 1915-1917 Meggie 3 TWO 1921-1928 Ralph 65

8、 THREE 1929-1932 Paddy 215 FOUR 1933-1938 Luke 283 FIVE 1938-1953 Fee 427 SIX 1954-1965 Dane 525 SEVEN 1965-1969 Justine 655 There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches

9、 for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out- carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole worl

10、d stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain . Or so says the legend. ONE 1915-1917 MEGGIE 1 On December 8th, 1915, Meggie Cleary had her fourth birthday. After the breakfast dishes were put away her mother silently thrust a brown paper parc

11、el into her arms and ordered her outside. So Meggie squatted down behind the gorse bush next to the front gate and tugged impatiently. Her fingers were clumsy, the wrapping heavy; it smelled faintly of the Wahine general store, which told her that whatever lay inside the parcel had miraculously been

12、 bought, not homemade or donated. Something fine and mistily gold began to poke through a corner; she attacked the paper faster, peeling it away in long, ragged strips. Agnes! Oh, Agnes! she said lovingly, blinking at the doll lying there in a tattered nest. A miracle indeed. Only once in her life h

13、ad Meggie been into Wahine; all the way back in May, because she had been a very good girl. So perched in the buggy beside her mother, on her best behavior, she had been too excited to see or remember much. Except for Agnes, the beautiful doll sitting on the store counter, dressed in a crinoline of

14、pink satin with cream lace frills all over it. Right then and there in her mind she had christened it Agnes, the only name she knew elegant enough for such a peerless creature. Yet over the en- 3 suing months her yearning after Agnes contained nothing of hope; Meggie didnt own a doll and had no idea

15、 little girls and dolls belonged together. She played happily with the whistles and slingshots and battered soldiers her brothers discarded, got her hands dirty and her boots muddy. It never occurred to her that Agnes was to play with. Stroking the bright pink folds of the dress, grander than any sh

16、e had ever seen on a human woman, she picked Agnes up tenderly. The doll had jointed arms and legs which could be moved anywhere; even her neck and tiny, shapely waist were jointed. Her golden hair was exquisitely dressed in a high pompadour studded with pearls, her pale bosom peeped out of a foamin

17、g fichu of cream lace fastened with a pearl pin. The finely painted bone china face was beautiful, left unglazed to give the delicately tinted skin a natural matte texture. Astonishingly lifelike blue eyes shone between lashes of real hair, their irises streaked and circled with a darker blue; fasci

18、nated, Meggie discovered that when Agnes lay back far enough, her eyes closed. High on one faintly flushed cheek she had a black beauty mark, and her dusky mouth was parted slightly to show tiny white teeth. Meggie put the doll gently on her lap, crossed her feet under her comfortably, and sat just

19、looking. She was still sitting behind the gorse bush when Jack and Hughie came rustling through the grass where it was too close to the fence to feel a scythe. Her hair was the typical Cleary beacon, all the Cleary children save Frank being martyred by a thatch some shade of red; Jack nudged his bro

20、ther and pointed gleefully. They separated, grinning at each other, and pretended they were troopers after a Maori renegade. Meggie would not have heard them anyway, so engrossed was she in Agnes, humming softly to herself. Whats that youve got, Meggie? Jack shouted, pouncing. Show us! Yes, show us!

21、 Hughie giggled, outflanking her. She clasped the doll against her chest and shook her head. No, shes mine! I got her for my birthday! Show us, go on! We just want to have a look. Pride and joy won out. She held the doll so her brothers could see. Look, isnt she beautiful? Her name is Agnes. Agnes?

22、Agnes? Jack gagged realistically. What a soppy name! Why dont you call her Margaret or Betty? Because shes Agnes! Hughie noticed the joint in the dolls wrist, and whistled. Hey, Jack, look! It can move its hand! Where? Lets see. No! Meggie hugged the doll close again, tears forming. No, youll break

23、her! Oh, Jack, dont take her away-youll break her! Pooh! His dirty brown hands locked about her wrists, closing tightly. Want a Chinese burn? And dont be such a crybaby, or Ill tell Bob. He squeezed her skin in opposite directions until it stretched whitely, as Hughie got hold of the dolls skirts an

24、d pulled. Gimme, or Ill do it really hard! No! Dont, Jack, please dont! Youll break her, I know you will! Oh, please leave her alone! Dont take her, please! In spite of the cruel grip on her wrists she clung to the doll, sobbing and kicking. Got it Hughie whooped, as the doll slid under Meggies cros

25、sed forearms. Jack and Hughie found her just as fascinating as Meggie had; off came the dress, the petticoats and long, frilly drawers. Agnes lay naked while the boys pushed and pulled at her, forcing one foot round the back of her head, making her look down her spine, every possible contortion they

26、 could think of. They took no notice of Meggie as she stood crying; it did not occur to her to seek help, for in the Cleary family those who could not fight their own battles got scant aid or sympathy, and that went for girls, too. The dolls golden hair tumbled down, the pearls flew winking into the

27、 long grass and disappeared. A dusty boot came down thoughtlessly on the abandoned dress, smearing grease from the smithy across its satin. Meggie dropped to her knees, scrabbling frantically to collect the miniature clothes before more damage was done them, then she began picking among the grass bl

28、ades where she thought the pearls might have fallen. Her tears were blinding her, the grief in her heart new, for until now she had never owned anything worth grieving for. Frank threw the shoe hissing into cold water and straightened his back; it didnt ache these days, so perhaps he was used to smi

29、thying. Not before time, his father would have said, after six months at it. But Frank knew very well how long it was since his introduction to the forge and anvil; he had measured the time in hatred and resentment. Throwing the hammer into its box, he pushed the lank black hair off his brow with a

30、trembling hand and dragged the old leather apron from around his neck. His shirt lay on a heap of straw in the corner; he plodded across to it and stood for a moment staring at the splintering barn wall as if it did not exist, his black eyes wide and fixed. He was very small, not above five feet thr

31、ee inches, and thin still as striplings are, but the bare shoulders and arms had muscles already knotted from working with the hammer, and the pale, flawless skin gleamed with sweat. The darkness of his hair and eyes had a foreign tang, his full-lipped mouth and wide-bridged nose not the usual famil

32、y shape, but there was Maori blood on his mothers side and in him it showed. He was nearly sixteen years old, where Bob was barely eleven, Jack ten, Hughie nine, Stuart five and little Meggie three. Then he remembered that today Meggie was four; it was December 8th. He put on his shirt and left the

33、barn. The house lay on top of a small hill about one hundred feet higher than the barn and stables. Like all New Zealand houses, it was wooden, rambling over many squares and of one story only, on the theory that if an earthquake struck, some of it might be left standing. Around it gorse grew everyw

34、here, at the moment smothered in rich yellow flowers; the grass was green and luxuriant, like all New Zealand grass. Not even in the middle of winter, when the frost sometimes lay unmelted all day in the shade, did the grass turn brown, and the long, mild summer only tinted it an even richer green.

35、The rains fell gently without bruising the tender sweetness of all growing things, there was no snow, and the sun had just enough strength to cherish, never enough to sap. New Zealands scourges thundered up out of the bowels of the earth rather than descended from the skies. There was always a suffo

36、cated sense of waiting, an intangible shuddering and thumping that actually transmitted itself through the feet. For beneath the ground lay awesome power, power of such magnitude that thirty years before a whole towering mountain had disappeared; steam gushed howling out of cracks in the sides of in

37、nocent hills, volcanoes spurned smoke into the sky and the alpine streams ran warm. Huge lakes of mud boiled oilily, the seas lapped uncertainly at cliffs which might not be there to greet the next incoming tide, and in places the earths crust was only nine hundred feet thick. Yet it was a gentle, g

38、racious land. Beyond the house stretched an undulating plain as green as the emerald in Fiona Clearys engagement ring, dotted with thousands of creamy bundles close proximity revealed as sheep. Where the curving hills scalloped the edge of the lightblue sky Mount Egmont soared ten thousand feet, slo

39、ping into the clouds, its sides still white with snow, its symmetry so perfect that even those like Frank who saw it every day of their lives never ceased to marvel. It was quite a pull from the barn to the house, but Frank hurried because he knew he ought not to be going; his fathers orders were ex

40、plicit. Then as he rounded the corner of the house he saw the little group by the gorse bush. Frank had driven his mother into Wahine to buy Meggies doll, and he was still wondering what had prompted her to do it. She wasnt given to impractical birthday presents, there wasnt the money for them, and

41、she had never given a toy to anyone before. They all got clothes; birthdays and Christmases replenished sparse wardrobes. But apparently Meggie had seen the doll on her one and only trip into town, and Fiona had not forgotten. When Frank questioned her, she muttered something about a girl needing a

42、doll, and quickly changed the subject. Jack and Hughie had the doll between them on the front path, manipulating its joints callously. All Frank could see of Meggie was her back, as she stood watching her brothers desecrate Agnes. Her neat white socks had slipped in crinkled folds around her little

43、black boots, and the pink of her legs was visible for three or four inches below the hem of her brown velvet Sunday dress. Down her back cascaded a mane of carefully curled hair, sparkling in the sun; not red and not gold, but somewhere in between. The white taffeta bow which held the front curls ba

44、ck from her face hung draggled and limp; dust smeared her dress. She held the dolls clothes tightly in one hand, the other pushing vainly at Hughie. You bloody little bastards! Jack and Hughie scrambled to their feet and ran, the doll forgotten; when Frank swore it was politic to run. If I catch you

45、 flaming little twerps touching that doll again Ill brand your shitty little arses! Frank yelled after them. He bent down and took Meggies shoulders between his hands, shaking her gently. Here, here theres no need to cry! Come on now, theyve gone and theyll never touch your dolly again, I promise. G

46、ive me a smile for your birthday, eh? Her face was swollen, her eyes running; she stared at Frank out of grey eyes so large and full of tragedy that he felt his throat tighten. Pulling a dirty rag from his breeches pocket, he rubbed it clumsily over her face, then pinched her nose between its folds.

47、 Blow! She did as she was told, hiccuping noisily as her tears dried. Oh, Fruh-Fruh-Frank, they too-too-took Agnes away from me! She sniffled. Her huh-huh-hair all failed down and she loh-loh-lost all the pretty widdle puh-puh-pearls in it! They all failed in the gruh-gruhgrass and I cant end them!

48、The tears welled up again, splashing on Franks hand; he stared at his wet skin for a moment, then licked the drops off. Well, well have to find them, wont we? But you cant find anything while youre crying, you know, and whats all this baby talk? I havent heard you say widdle instead of little for si

49、x months! Here, blow your nose again and then pick up poor . . . Agnes? If you dont put her clothes on, shell get sunburned. He made her sit on the edge of the path and gave her the doll gently, then he crawled about searching the grass until he gave a triumphant whoop and held up a pearl. There! First one! Well find them all, you wait and s