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AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS(环游世界80天)-第11部分

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‘Is it possible;' resumed Phileas Fogg; his voice betraying not the least emotion; ‘that these barbarous customs still exist in India; and that the English have been unable to put a stop to them?' 
‘These sacrifices do not ocomur in the larger portion of India;' replied Sir Francis; ‘but we have no power over these savage territories; and especially here in Bundelcund。 The whole district north of the Vindhias is the theatre of incessant murders and pillage。' 
‘The poor wretch!' exclaimed Passepartout。 ‘To be burned alive!' 
‘Yes;' returned Sir Francis; ‘burned alive。 And if she were not; you cannot conceive what treatment she would be obliged to submit to from her relatives。 They would shave off her hair feed her on a scanty allowance of rice; treat her with contempt; she would be looked upon as an unclean creature; and would die in some corner; like a scurvy dog。 The prospect of so frightful an existence drives these poor creatures to the sacrifice much more than love or religious fanaticism。 Sometimes; however; the sacrifice is really voluntary; and it requires the active interference of the Government to prevent it。 Several years ago; when I was living at Bombay; a young widow asked permission of the governor to be burned along with her husband's body; but; as you may imagine; he refused。 The woman left the town; took refuge with an independent rajah; and there carried out her self…devoted purpose。' 
While Sir Francis was speaking; the guide shook his head several times; and now said: ‘The sacrifice which will take place tomorrow at dawn is not a voluntary one。' 
‘How do you know?' 
‘Everybody knows about this affair in Bundelcund。' 
‘But the wretched creature did not seem to be making any resistance;' observed Sir Francis。 
‘That was because they had intoxicated her with fumes of hemp and opium。' 
‘But where are they taking her?' 
To the pagoda of Pillaji; two miles from here; she will pass the night there。' 
‘And the sacrifice will take place……' 
‘To…morrow; at the first light of dawn。' 
The guide now led the elephant out of the thicket; and leaped upon his neck。 Just at the moment that he was about to urge Kiouni forward with a peculiar whistle; Mr Fogg stopped him; and; turning to Sir Francis Cromarty; said; ‘Suppose we save this woman。' 
‘Save the woman; Mr Fogg!' 
‘I have yet twelve hours to spare; I can devote them to that。' 
‘Why; you are a man of heart!' 
‘Sometimes;' replied Phileas Fogg; quietly; ‘when I have the time。' 

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CHAPTER XIII
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF THAT FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BRAVE。
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The project was a bold one; full of difficulty; perhaps impracticable。 Mr Fogg was going to risk life; or at least liberty; and therefore the sucomess of his tour。 But he did not hesitate; and he found in Sir Francis Cromarty an enthusiastic ally。 
As for Passepartout; he was ready for anything that might be proposed。 His master's idea charmed him; he perceived a heart; a soul; under that icy exterior。 He began to love Phileas Fogg。 
There remained the guide: what course would he adopt? Would he not take part with the Indians? In default of his assistance; it was necessary to be assured of his neutrality。 
Sir Francis frankly put the question to him。 
‘Officers;' replied the guide; ‘I am a Parsee; and this woman is a Parsee。 Command me as you will。' 
‘Excellent;' said Mr Fogg。 
‘However;' resumed the guide; ‘it is certain; not only that we shall risk our lives; but horrible tortures; if we are taken。' 
‘That is foreseen;' replied Mr Fogg。 ‘I think we must wait till night before acting。' 
‘I think so;' said the guide。 
The worthy Indian then gave some acomount of the victim; who; he said; was a celebrated beauty of the Parsee race; and the daughter of a wealthy Bombay merchant。 She had received a thoroughly English education in that city; and; from her manners and intelligence; would be thought an European。 Her name was Aouda。 Left an orphan; she was married against her will to the old rajah of Bundelcund; and; knowing the fate that awaited her; she escaped; was retaken; and devoted by the rajah's relatives; who had an interest in her death; to the sacrifice from which it seemed she could not escape。 
The Parsee's narrative only confirmed Mr Fogg and his companions in their generous design。 It was decided that the guide should direct the elephant towards the pagoda of Pillaji; which he acomordingly approached as quickly as possible。 They halted; half…an…hour afterwards; in a copse; some five hundred feet from the pagoda; where they were well concealed; but they could hear the groans and cries of the fakirs distinctly。 
They then discussed the means of getting at the victim。 The guide was familiar with the pagoda of Pillaji; in which; as he declared; the young woman was imprisoned。 Could they enter any of its doors while the whole party of Indians was plunged in a drunken sleep or was it safer to attempt to make a hole in the walls? This could only be determined at the moment and the place themselves; but it was certain that the abduction must be made that night; and not when; at break of day; the victim was led to her funeral pyre。 Then no human intervention could save her。 
As soon as night fell; about six o'clock; they decided to make a reconnaissance around the pagoda。 The cries of the fakirs were just ceasing; the Indians were in the act of plunging themselves into the drunkenness caused by liquid Opium mingled with hemp; and it might be possible to slip between them to the temple itself。 
The Parsee; leading the others; noiselessly crept through the wood; and in ten minutes they found themselves on the banks of a small stream; whence; by the light of the rosin torches; they perceived a pyre of wood; on the top of which lay the embalmed body of the rajah; which was to be burned with his wife。 The pagoda; whose minarets loomed above the trees in the deepening dusk; Stood a hundred steps away。 
‘Come!' whispered the guide。 
He slipped more cautiously than ever through the brush; followed by his companions; the silence around was only broken by the low murmuring of the wind among the branches。 
Soon the Parsee stopped on the borders of the glade; which was lit up by the torches。 The ground was covered by groups of the Indians; motionless in their drunken sleep; it seemed a battle…field strewn with the dead。 Men; women; and children lay together。 
In the background; among the trees; the pagoda of Pillaji loomed indistinctly。 Much to the guide's disappointment; the guards of the rajah; lighted by torches; were watching at the doors and marching to and fro with naked sabres; probably the priests; too; were watching within。 
The Parsee; now convinced that it was impossible to force an entrance to the temple; advanced no farther; but led his companions back again。 Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty also saw that nothing could be attempted in that direction。 They stopped; and engaged in a whispered colloquy。 
‘It is only eight now;' said the brigadier; ‘and these guards may also go to sleep。' 
‘It is not impossible;' returned the Parsee。 They lay down at the foot of a tree; and waited。 
The time seemed long; the guide ever and anon left them to take an observation on the edge of the wood; but the guards watched steadily by the glare of the torches; and a dim light crept through the windows of the pagoda。 
They waited till midnight; but no change took place among the guards; and it became apparent that their yielding to sleep could not be counted on。 The other plan must be carried out; an opening in the walls of the pagoda must be made。 It remained to ascertain whether the priests were watching by the side of their victim as assiduously as were the soldiers at the door。 
After a last consultation; the guide announced that he was ready for the attempt; and advanced; followed by the others。 They took a roundabout way; so as to get at the pagoda on the rear。 They reached the walls about half…past twelve; without having met anyone; here there was no guard; nor were there either windows or doors。 
The night was dark。 The moon; on the wane; scarcely left the horizon; and was covered with heavy clouds; the height of the trees deepened the darkness。 
It was not enough to reach the walls; an opening in them must be acomomplished; and to attain this purpose the party only had their pocket…knives。 Happily the temple walls were built of brick and wood; which could be penetrated with little difficulty; after one brick had been taken out; the rest would yield easily。 
They set noiselessly to work; and the Parsee on one side and Passepartout on the other began to loosen the bricks so as to make an aperture two feet wide。 They were getting on rapidly; when suddenly a cry was heard in the interior of the temple; followed almost instantly by other cries replying from the outside。 Passepartout and the guide stopped。 Had they been heard? Was the alarm being given? Common prudence urged them to retire; and they did so; followed by Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis。 They again hid themselves in the wood; and waited till the disturbance; whatever it might be; ceased; holding themselves ready to resume their attempt without delay。 But; awkwardly enough; the guards now appeared at the rear of the temple; and there installed themselves; in readiness to prevent a surprise。 
It would be difficult to describe the disappointment of the party; thus interrupted in their work。 They could not now reach the victim; how; then; could they save her? Sir Francis shook his fists; Passepartout was beside himself; and the guide gnashed his teeth with rage。 The tranquil Fogg waited; without betraying any emotion。 
‘We have nothing to do but to go away;' whispered Sir Francis。 
‘Nothing but to go away;' echoed the guide。 
‘Stop;' said Fogg。 ‘I am only due at Allahabad to…morrow before noon。 
‘But what can you hope to do?' asked Sir Francis。 ‘In a few hours it will be daylight; and……' 
‘The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment。' 
Sir Francis would have liked to read Phileas Fogg's eyes。 
What was this cool Englishman thinking of? Was 
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