영어로 읽는 고전 _ 플로렌스 루이자 바클레이의 7일간의 로맨스
"Through the Postern Gate: A Romance in Seven Days"는 플로렌스 L. 바클레이가 20세기 초에 쓴 로맨스 소설입니다. 이 이야기는 '소년'이라 불리는 젊은 남성과 그의 이모인 크리스토벨 차터리스 양에 대한 그의 애정을 중심으로 전개됩니다. 이야기는 7일 동안 펼쳐지며, 사랑, 열망, 그리고 로맨스에서의 나이 차이의 복잡성을 탐구합니다.
소설의 시작에서, 우리는 소년이 오래된 뽕나무 아래에서 차를 즐기면서 크리스토벨에 대한 깊은 감정을 고백하는 장면을 통해 그를 만나게 됩니다. 젊은 열정과 매력으로 가득한 소년은 분명한 로맨틱한 의도를 가지고 있지만, 그들의 나이 차이와 관계에 대한 기대에 관한 크리스토벨의 주저함을 헤쳐나가야 합니다.
장난스러운 대화와 회상을 통해, 이야기는 그의 순수한 애정과 그녀의 더 성숙한 걱정 사이의 긴장감을 확립하며, 정해진 7일 동안 펼쳐질 로맨스의 무대를 마련합니다. 도입부는 싹트는 감정을 아름답게 포착하고 이야기를 추진하는 중심 갈등을 소개합니다.
Classics Read in English _ Through the Postern Gate _ A Romance in Seven Days by Florence L. Barclay
"Through the Postern Gate: A Romance in Seven Days" by Florence L. Barclay is a romantic novel written in the early 20th century. The story revolves around a young man, referred to as the Boy, and his affection towards his aunt, Miss Christobel Charteris. The narrative unfolds over the course of seven days, exploring themes of love, aspiration, and the complexities of age differences in romance.
At the start of the novel, we are introduced to the Boy as he confesses his deep feelings for Christobel while enjoying tea beneath an old mulberry tree. The Boy, full of youthful enthusiasm and charm, has clearly romantic intentions but must navigate Christobel's reservations about their age difference and the expectations surrounding their relationship.
Through playful conversation and reminiscences, the narrative establishes a tension between the innocence of his affection and her more mature concerns, setting the stage for the unfolding romance over the designated seven days. The opening portion beautifully captures the budding emotions and introduces the central conflict that drives the narrative forward.
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"But it was not your niece! It was always you I wanted," said the Boy.
He lay back, in a deep wicker chair, under the old mulberry-tree. He had taken the precaution of depositing his cup and saucer on the soft turf beneath his chair, because he knew that, under the stress of sudden emotion, china?especially the best china?had a way of flying off his knee. And there was no question as to the exquisite quality of the china on the dainty tea-table over which Miss Christobel Charteris presided.
The Boy had watched her pouring the tea into those pretty rose-leaf cups, nearly every afternoon during the golden two weeks just over. He knew every movement of those firm white hands, so soft, yet so strong and capable.
The Boy used to stand beside her, ready to hand Mollie's cup, as punctiliously as if a dozen girls had been sitting in the old garden, waiting to be quickly served by the only man.
