(1)When Maggie was gone to sleep, Stephen, weary too with his unaccustomed amount of rowing and with the intense inward life of

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问题     (1)When Maggie was gone to sleep, Stephen, weary too with his unaccustomed amount of rowing and with the intense inward life of the last twelve hours, but too restless to sleep, walked and lounged about the deck, with his cigar, far on into midnight, not seeing me dark water—hardly conscious mere were stars—living only in the near and distant future. At last fatigue conquered restlessness, and he rolled himself up in a piece of tarpaulin on me deck near Maggie’s feet.
    (2)She had fallen asleep before nine, and had been sleeping for six hours before me faintest hint of a midsummer daybreak was discernible. She awoke from that vivid dreaming which makes the margin of our deeper rest. She was in a boat on the wide water wim Stephen, and in the gathering darkness something like a star appeared, mat grew and grew till they saw it was me Virgin seated in St. Ogg’s boat, and it came nearer and nearer till they saw the Virgin was Lucy and me boatman was Philip, who rowed past without looking at her; and she rose to stretch out her arms and call to him, and their own boat turned over with the movement and they began to sink, till with one spasm of dread she seemed to awake and find she was a child again in the parlour at evening twilight. From the soothed sense of that false waking she passed to the real waking, to the plash of water against the vessel, and me sound of a footstep on the deck, and the awful starlit sky. There was a moment of utter bewilderment before her mind could get disentangled from the confused web of dreams; but soon the whole terrible truth urged itself upon her. Stephen was not by her now: she was alone wim her own memory and her own dread.
    (3)The irrevocable wrong that must blot her life had been committed—she had brought sorrow into the lives of others—into the lives that were knit up with hers by trust and love. The feeling of a few short weeks had hurried her into the sins her nature had most recoiled from—breach of faith and cruel selfishness; she had rent me ties that had given meaning to duty, and had made herself an outlawed soul wim no guide but the wayward choice of her own passion. And where would mat lead her? Where had it led her now? She had said she would rather die man fall into that temptation. She felt it now—now that the consequences of such a fall had come before the outward act was completed. There was at least this fruit from all her years of striving after the highest and best—that her soul, though betrayed, beguiled, ensnared, could never deliberately consent to a choice of the lower.
    (4)Her life with Stephen could have no sacredness: she must for ever sink and wander vaguely, driven by uncertain impulse; for she had let go me clue of life—that clue which once in the far off years her young need had clutched so strongly. She had renounced all delights men, before she knew mem, before they had come within her reach: Philip had been right when he told her mat she knew nothing of renunciation: she had thought it was quiet ecstasy; she saw it face to face now—that sad patient living strength which holds me clue of life, and saw mat the thorns were for ever pressing on its brow. That yesterday which could never be revoked—if she could exchange it now for any length of inward silent endurance she would have bowed beneath that cross with a sense of rest.
    (5)Day break came and me reddening eastern light, while her past life was grasping her in this way, with that tightening clutch which comes in the last moments of possible rescue. She could see Stephen now lying on the deck still fast asleep, and wim the sight of him there came a wave of anguish that found its way in a long-suppressed sob. The worst bitterness of parting—the thought mat urged me sharpest inward cry for help— was the pain it must give to him. But surmounting everything was the horror at her own possible failure, the dread lest her conscience should be benumbed again, and not rise to energy till it was too late. Too late! it was too late already not to have caused misery; too late for everything, perhaps, but to rush away from the last act of baseness—the tasting of joys that were wrung from crushed hearts.
    (6)The sun was rising now, and Maggie started up with the sense that a day of resistance was beginning for her. Her eyelashes were still wet with tears, as, with her shawl over her head, she sat looking at the slowly rounding sun. Something roused Stephen too, and getting up from his hard bed, he came to sit beside her. The sharp instinct of anxious love saw something to give him alarm in the very first glance. He had a hovering dread of some resistance in Maggie’s nature that he would be unable to overcome. He had the uneasy consciousness that he had robbed her of perfect freedom yesterday; there was too much native honor in him, for him not to feel that, if her will should recoil, his conduct would have been odious, and she would have a right to reproach him.
The author intends to present the reader with an analysis of Maggie’s _____.

选项 A、dream
B、personality
C、regret
D、psychology

答案D

解析 该题答案基于对全文的理解。文章涉及Maggie的梦、性格和悔恨,但是全篇都是以她的心理活动过程展开的,所以D是正确答案。
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