铁面人（2）（2/2）
《泰西故事30篇》作者：李汉昭 2017-04-10 17:32
eon for less than that. He rowed to the shore as quickly as possible. He ran to the castle and called for the governor. The governor was astonished when he saw the plate.
“Where did you get this?” he asked.
The fisherman told him how it had fallen into his boat. “Did you read what is written he-re?”
“No, sir. Such men as I do not know how to read,” and the fisherman trembled as he said it.
“Has any one else seen the plate?” asked the governor.
“No one, sir. I held it under my coat and came to the castle as quickly as possible.”
When the governor had made sure that the man was telling the truth, he sent him away. “You are lucky,” he said, “not to know how to read. For if you had learned the secrets written on this plate, you would never have gone out of this castle.”
After that, the man in the iron mask was seen less often at the window. The tunes which he played on the guitar were sadder than before. He became quieter day by day, and at length fell sick.
A doctor was brought to the prison to see what could be done for him, and it was this doctor who afterwards wrote an account of the man in the mask. But he never learned the secret of the prisoner’s name, and he never saw his face.
“He was a fine-looking man, with a dark skin and a very pleasant voice,” said the doctor. “He never spoke of himself and never complained.”
At last, after having been kept in prison twenty-five years, the man in the iron mask died. His name and the story of his life will forever remain a mystery.
“Where did you get this?” he asked.
The fisherman told him how it had fallen into his boat. “Did you read what is written he-re?”
“No, sir. Such men as I do not know how to read,” and the fisherman trembled as he said it.
“Has any one else seen the plate?” asked the governor.
“No one, sir. I held it under my coat and came to the castle as quickly as possible.”
When the governor had made sure that the man was telling the truth, he sent him away. “You are lucky,” he said, “not to know how to read. For if you had learned the secrets written on this plate, you would never have gone out of this castle.”
After that, the man in the iron mask was seen less often at the window. The tunes which he played on the guitar were sadder than before. He became quieter day by day, and at length fell sick.
A doctor was brought to the prison to see what could be done for him, and it was this doctor who afterwards wrote an account of the man in the mask. But he never learned the secret of the prisoner’s name, and he never saw his face.
“He was a fine-looking man, with a dark skin and a very pleasant voice,” said the doctor. “He never spoke of himself and never complained.”
At last, after having been kept in prison twenty-five years, the man in the iron mask died. His name and the story of his life will forever remain a mystery.