For a moment she felt utterly dislocated. She did not know where she was; she was not entirely sure who she was. It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.
好一会儿工夫，她一点儿也不明白出了什么事。她不知道她在哪儿，连她自个儿是谁都想不大起来。睡着以后，我们脑子里想的事儿就扔在床上了，第二天早上醒来常常忘了捡起来。人的脑子可真不管用啊。
Coraline was woken by the mid-morning sun, full on her face.
早上十点钟左右的太阳照在她脸上，卡萝兰醒了。
Sometimes Coraline would forget who she was while she was daydreaming that she was exploring the Arctic, or the Amazon rainforest, or darkest Africa, and it was not until someone tapped her on the shoulder or said her name that Coraline would come back from a million miles away with a start, and all in a fraction of a second have to remember who she was, and what her name was, and that she was even there at all.
其他时候，卡萝兰也会忘记自己是谁，比如做白日梦在北极探险、深入亚马逊雨林或者黑非洲的时候。只有等到别人在她肩膀上拍一下，她才会吓一大跳，从一百万英里以外回来，再过一点点时间以后才能想起自己是谁，名字叫什么，想起还有她这个人。
Now there was sun on her face, and she was Coraline Jones. Yes. And then the green and pinkness of the room she was in, and the rustling of a large painted paper butterfly as it fluttered and beat its way about the ceiling, told her where she had woken up.
现在，太阳照在她脸上，她是卡萝兰·琼斯。这个绿色房间，加上在天花板上不住扑腾的一只纸做的花蝴蝶，合在一起，终于让她想起了她醒来的地方是哪儿。
She climbed out of the bed. She could not wear her pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers during the day, she decided, even if it meant wearing the other Coraline’s clothes. (Was there an other Coraline? No, she decided, there wasn’t. There was just her.) There were no proper clothes in the cupboard, though. They were more like dressing-up clothes or (she thought) the kind of clothes she would love to have hanging in her own wardrobe at home: there was a raggedy witch costume; a patched scarecrow costume; a future-warrior costume with little digital lights on it that glittered and blinked; a slinky evening dress all covered in feathers and mirrors. Finally, in a drawer, she found a pair of black jeans that seemed to be made of velvet night, and a grey sweater the colour of thick smoke with faint and tiny stars in the fabric which twinkled.
她爬下床。她觉得，今天不能穿睡裤、睡袍和拖鞋。也就是说，只能穿另一个卡萝兰的衣服。管不了那么多了。（世上到底有没有另一个卡萝兰？她想了想，最后认定没有。没有另一个卡萝兰，只有她一个。）衣橱里没有家常衣服，很多是大场合才会穿的正式衣服。还有一些，如果挂在她自己家的衣橱里，她一准喜欢得要命：一件样式破破烂烂的女巫服；一件稻草人穿的衣服，上面打了许多补丁；还有一件未来战士的衣服，上面还有不少一闪一闪的小灯泡呢。一件漂亮晚装，缀着羽毛和小镜片。最后，她在一个抽屉里找到一条黑色牛仔裤，料子好像是天鹅绒。还有一件灰色套头衫，那种灰色就像大火冒出的浓烟一样，里面还有许多亮闪闪的小火星。
She took her last apple out of the pocket of her dressing gown, and then, from the same pocket, the stone with the hole in it.
她从自己的睡袍口袋里掏出最后一个苹果，又从同一个口袋掏出那块带洞眼的石头。
She pulled on the jeans and the sweater. Then she put on a pair of bright-orange boots she found at the bottom of the cupboard.
她穿上牛仔裤、套头衫，又穿上在衣橱最底下找到的一双鲜艳的橘红色靴子。
She put the stone into the pocket of her jeans, and it was as if her head had cleared a little. As if she had come out of some sort of a fog.
她把石头放进牛仔裤口袋，脑袋马上觉得清醒了一点儿，像从什么雾气里钻出来了似的。
She went into the kitchen, but it was deserted.
她走进厨房，可里面一个人都没有。
Still, she was sure that there was someone in the flat. She walked down the hall until she reached her father’s study, and discovered that it was occupied.
不过，她确信公寓里有人。她沿着大厅走到她父亲的书房，发现书房里有人。
“Where’s the other mother?” she asked the other father. He was sitting in the study, at a desk which looked just like her father’s, but he was not doing anything at all, not even reading gardening catalogues as her own father did when he was only pretending to be working.
“另一个妈妈呢？”她问另一个父亲。他坐在书房里，坐在一张书桌旁，这张书桌看上去和她父亲的很像，但他什么也不做，甚至不像她父亲假装在工作时那样看园艺目录。
“Out,” he told her. “Fixing the doors. There are some vermin problems.” He seemed pleased to have somebody to talk to.
“去，”他告诉她。“修理门。有一些害虫的问题。”他似乎很高兴有人和他说话。
“The rats, you mean?”
“老鼠，你是说？”
“No, the rats are our friends. This is the other kind, big black fellow, with his tail high.”
“不，老鼠是我们的朋友。这是另一种，又大又黑的家伙，尾巴高高的。”
“The cat, you mean?”
“你是说猫？”
“That’s the one,” said her other father.
“就是这个，”她另一个父亲说。
“Really, I mustn’t talk to you when she’s not here,” he said. “But don’t you worry. She won’t be gone often. I shall demonstrate our tender hospitality to you, such that you will not even think about ever going back.” He closed his mouth and folded his hands in his lap.
“真的，她不在的时候我不能和你说话，”他说但别担心。她不会经常离开的。他闭上嘴，双手交叉放在膝上。
“No point,” said the other father. “There isn’t anywhere but here. This is all she made: the house, the grounds, and the people in the house. She made it and she waited.” Then he looked embarrassed and he put one finger to his lips again, as if he had just said too much.
“没有意义，”另一位父亲说。“除了这里没有别的地方。这就是她所做的一切：房子，庭院，还有房子里的人。她做了，她等着，”然后他看起来很尴尬，又把一个手指放在嘴唇上，好像他说的太多了。
Coraline walked out of his study. She went into the drawing room, over to the old door, and she pulled it, rattled and shook it. No, it was locked fast, and the other mother had the key.
卡萝兰走出书房。她走进客厅，走到那扇古老的门前，她拉了拉门，使劲摇了几下。没用，锁得紧紧的，钥匙在另一个妈妈手里。
He looked less like her true father today. There was something slightly vague about his face — like bread dough that had begun to rise, smoothing out the bumps and cracks and depressions.
他今天看起来不像她真正的父亲。他的脸上有一点模糊的东西——像面包面团已经开始发酵了，它抚平了隆起、裂缝和凹陷。
“So what am I to do now?” asked Coraline. The other father pointed to his lips. Silence.
“那我现在该怎么办？”卡萝兰问道。另一位父亲指着他的嘴唇。安静。
“If you won’t even talk to me,” said Coraline, “I am going exploring.”
“如果你连话都不跟我说，”卡萝兰说，“我就去探险。”
She went over to the fireplace, went up on tiptoes, and lifted it down. It was a snow-globe, with two little people in it. Coraline shook it and set the snow flying, white snow that glittered as it tumbled through the water.
她走到壁炉前，踮起脚尖，取下玻璃球。这是一个雪花球，里面有两个小人。卡萝兰摇了一下，马上看到里面雪花飘飘，白色的雪花亮晶晶的。
Then she put the snow-globe back on the mantelpiece, and carried on looking for her true parents and for a way out.
她把雪花球放回壁炉架，继续寻找她真正的父母，寻找回家的路。
But there was something else, something she did not remember seeing before. A ball of glass, up on the mantelpiece.
可这儿还有些别的东西，她记得从前没有。一个玻璃球，放在壁炉架上。
She went out of the flat. Past the flashing-lights door, behind which the other Misses Spink and Forcible performed their show for ever, and set off into the woods.
她走出这套房间，走过一扇门，门上围着一圈闪个不停的小灯泡。这扇门后面，另一个斯平克小姐和另一个福斯波尔小姐正一刻不停地表演她们的节目。卡萝兰走进树丛。
She looked around the room. It was so familiar that was what made it feel so truly strange. Everything was exactly the same as she remembered: there was all her grandmother’s strange-smelling furniture, there was the painting of the bowl of fruit (a bunch of grapes, two plums, a peach and an apple) hanging on the wall, there was the low wooden table with the lion’s feet, and the empty fireplace which seemed to suck heat from the room.
她四周看了看。这个房间真是太熟了——所以才觉得这么古怪。每一件东西都和她记得的一模一样：奶奶那些气味难闻的家具；墙上挂着水果画（一串葡萄，两颗李子，一个桃子，一个苹果）：那儿是那张矮木桌，桌腿雕成狮子脚爪；还有那个壁炉，好像把房子里的热气儿全吸跑了似的。
Where Coraline came from, once you were through the patch of trees, you saw nothing but the meadow and the old tennis court. In this place, the woods went on further, the trees becoming cruder and less tree-like the further you went.
在卡萝兰来的地方，走过一丛树以后，你看见的是草坪，还有那个破旧的网球场。可在这里，树丛深得多。越往前走，树的样子越吓人，简直不大像树了。
She kept walking.
卡萝兰继续朝前走。
Pretty soon they seemed very approximate, like the idea of trees: a greyish-brown trunk below, a greenish splodge of something that might have been leaves above.
走不多远，树只是大致有个树模样，像树的概念，不像真正的树：下面一截灰褐色的桩子，这就是树干；上面绿乎乎的一团什么东西，算是树叶。
And then the mist began.
前面是一片雾。
I’m an explorer, thought Coraline to herself. And I need all the ways out of here that I can get. So I shall keep walking.
我是个探险家，卡萝兰暗暗告诉自己，我一定要好好探险，找出所有可以离开这儿的路。我一定要继续走下去。
It was not damp, like a normal fog or mist. It was not cold and it was not warm. It felt to Coraline like she was walking into nothing.
跟平常的雾、云不一样，不湿。它既不凉，也不热。卡萝兰觉得身边什么都没有，自己走在一片空空荡荡中间。
Coraline wondered if the other mother wasn’t interested in trees, or if she just hadn’t bothered with this bit properly because nobody was expected to come out this far.
卡萝兰心想，另一个妈妈可能不喜欢树。也可能她不想在这儿多花心思，因为她没想到会有人走到这么远的地方来。
The world she was walking through was a pale nothingness, like a blank sheet of paper or an enormous, empty white room. It had no temperature, no smell, no texture and no taste.
她在里面大步走的世界是一片白乎乎的…什么都没有，像一张白纸，或者一间大得不得了的、空空的白房间。没有温度，没有气味，没有感觉，没有味道。
“And what do you think you’re doing?” said a shape to one side of her.
“你在干什么？”身边，一个影子说。
It took a few moments for her eyes to focus on it properly. She thought it might be some kind of lion, at first, some distance away from her; and then she thought it might be a mouse, close beside her. And then she knew what it was.
在这片什么都没有当中，她的眼睛好一阵子才对准那个东西。一开始，她以为那是一头狮子，离她很远；接着又以为是一只老鼠，离她很近。最后她才瞧出究竟是什么。
“I’m exploring,” Coraline told the cat. Its fur stood straight out from its body and its eyes were wide, while its tail was down and between its legs. It did not look a happy cat.
“我在探险。”卡萝兰告诉那只猫。它的毛直直地立着，眼睛睁得大大的，可尾巴却耷拉下来，夹在后腿间。看样子，它不是一只快乐的猫。
“It certainly isn’t mist,” thought Coraline, although she did not know what it was. For a moment she wondered if she might have gone blind. But no, she could see herself, plain as day. There was no ground beneath her feet, just a misty, milky whiteness.
“肯定不是雾，”卡萝兰心想，可她也不知道这究竟是什么。有一会儿工夫，她担心自己会不会已经瞎了。没有，她看得见她自己，看得清清楚楚。可她脚下连地都没有，只有一片雾蒙蒙的白。
“Nothing to find here,” said the cat. “This is just the outside, the part of the place she hasn’t bothered to create.”
“没啥可探的。”猫说，“这儿只是外面，她压根儿没在这上头花心思。”
“Bad place,” said the cat. “If you want to call it a place, which I don’t. What are you doing here?”
“这地方真不好。”猫说，“不知道你愿不愿意管这儿叫‘地方’，反正我不这么叫。你在干什么？”
“She?”
“她？”
“The one who says she’s your other mother,” said the cat.
“就是那个女人，说是你的另一个妈妈。”猫说。
“I’m exploring.”
“我在探险。”
“But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?”
“可是，你怎么能背对着一个东西朝前走，走一阵子以后又走回去了？”
“Small world,” said Coraline.
“可是，这个世界也太小了。”卡萝兰说。
“But that’s –” said Coraline.
“可那是——”卡萝兰说。
The cat did not answer, just padded through the pale mist beside Coraline.
猫没有回答，只管一声不吭跟在卡萝兰旁边走。
“Maybe I just got turned around in the mist,” said Coraline.
“或许我在雾里弄错了方向，转了一圈又回来了。”卡萝兰说。
Something began to appear in front of them, something high and towering and dark.
前面出现了一个影子，高高的，黑黑的，要仰着头才能看见。
“What is she?” asked Coraline.
“她到底是什么？”卡萝兰问。
The cat curled the high tip of its tail into a question mark, and tipped its head on to one side. “You might have done,” it said. “I certainly would not. Wrong, indeed.”
猫高高竖起的尾巴尖一弯，折成一个问号，脑袋朝旁边一歪。“你，可能走错。而我呢，绝对不可能。走错路？哼。”
“The house you just left,” agreed the cat. “Precisely.”
“是你刚刚离开的宅子。”猫说，“一点不错。”
“Easy,” said the cat. “Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it.”
“太简单了。”猫说，“这么想吧：一个人绕着世界走，从一个地方出发，绕一圈以后还会回到那个地方。”
And then it took shape in the mist: a dark house, which loomed at them out of the formless whiteness.
过了一会儿，慢慢能看清那个雾里的影子了：一幢黑乎乎的宅子，在一片白蒙蒙中，高高耸立在他们面前。
“You were wrong!” she told the cat. “There is something there!”
“你错了！”卡萝兰告诉猫，“这里还是有东西的！”
“It’s big enough for her,” said the cat. “spiders” webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.”
“对她来说已经够大了。”猫说，“蜘蛛用不着织很大的网，只要能逮着苍蝇就行。”
“Did she make this place, then?” asked Coraline.
“可这个地方不是她做的吗？”卡萝兰问。
“She may try,” said the cat, unimpressed. “Oh yes. She may try.” They were standing under a clump of trees now, beside the house. These trees looked much more likely. “There’s ways in and ways out of places like this that even she doesn’t know about.”
“让她试试看。”猫满不在乎，“就是这句话，随她怎么试好了。”他们这会儿站在一簇树下，就在宅子旁边。这些树的样子比树林里那些强多了，“像这类地方，进进出出的路可多了，连她都不知道。”
Coraline shivered.
卡萝兰打了个哆嗦。
“He said that she’s fixing all the gates and the doors,” she told the cat, “to keep you out.”
“他说，她出去修理几扇门，”她告诉猫，“要把你关在外面。”
It ran for almost a metre and then the cat, with one bound, was upon it, batting it hard with one sharp-clawed paw while holding it down with the other.
老鼠逃了几英尺，猫轻轻一跳，重新摁住它。一只爪子摁住，另一只伸出爪尖的猫爪狠狠扇了它一下。
“Made it, found it, what’s the difference?” asked the cat. “Either way, she’s had it a very long time. Hang on –” and it gave a shiver and a leap and before Coraline could blink the cat was sitting with its paw holding down a big black rat. “It’s not that I like rats at the best of times,” said the cat conversationally, as if nothing had happened, “but the rats in this place are all spies for her. She uses them as her eyes and hands É” and with that the cat let the rat go.
“做的，找到的——都一样。”猫说，“不管怎么说吧，她占了这个地方，已经好长时间了。等等——”它全身一抖，一跳，卡萝兰还没来得及眨一下眼睛，猫爪子下已经摁住了好大一只黑老鼠，“我其实不太喜欢抓老鼠。”猫随随便便地说，好像根本没出什么事一样，“可这个地方的老鼠全是她的间谍。她把它们当成自个儿的手、眼睛…”说完，猫爪一松，把老鼠放了。
“I love this bit,” said the cat happily. “Want to see me do that again?”
“我最喜欢这么干了。”猫高兴地说，“想看我再来一遍吗？”
“Mm,” said the cat. It let the rat go.
“晤。”猫说。它放开老鼠。
The cat dropped the rat between its two front paws. “There are those,” it said with a sigh, in tones as smooth as oiled silk, “who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play with its prey is a merciful one — after all, it permits the occasional funny little running snack to escape, from time to time. How often does your dinner get to escape?” And then it picked the rat up in its mouth and carried it off into the woods, behind a tree.
猫嘴巴一松，两只前爪捉住老鼠。“有人曾经这么说过，”它叹了口气，油腔滑调地说，“猫玩老鼠其实是一种仁慈——毕竟，时不时的，总会有个把会跑会跳的小点心逃掉。你看，你自己的晚饭哪有逃跑的机会？”说完，它重新衔起老鼠，溜进树丛。
The rat stumbled, dazed, for a few steps, then it began to run. With a blow of its paw, the cat knocked the rat into the air, and caught it in its mouth.
老鼠被打晕了头，跌跌撞撞几步，这才拔腿便逃。爪子一挥，猫把老鼠打飞起来，一张嘴，准准地叼住它。
“Stop it!” said Coraline.
“别这样！”卡萝兰说。
Coraline walked back into the house.
卡萝兰走进宅子。
“No,” said Coraline. “Why do you do it? You’re torturing it.”
“不想。”卡萝兰说，“你干吗这么做？你在折磨它呀。”
At the far end of the hall was the mirror. She could see herself walking towards the mirror, looking, reflected, a little braver than she actually felt. There was nothing else there in the mirror. Just her, in the corridor.
过道尽头挂着那面镜子。从镜子里，她看着自己一步一步走过去。镜子里的她样子很勇敢，其实，她心里没有那么勇敢。镜子里只有她、过道，其他什么都没有。
All was quiet and empty and deserted. Even her footsteps on the carpeted floor seemed loud. Dust motes hung in a beam of sunlight.
屋里静悄悄的，一个人都没有。连踩在地毯上的脚步声都响得让人受不了。斜斜的阳光里飘着星星点点的灰尘。
“You weren’t in the mirror,” said Coraline.
“你不在镜子里。”卡萝兰说。
A hand touched her shoulder, and she looked up. The other mother stared down at Coraline with big black-button eyes.
一只手一碰她的肩膀，她抬头一看。另一个妈妈正向下看着卡萝兰，两只纽扣眼睛又大又黑。
“Coraline, my darling,” she said. “I thought we could play some games together this morning, now you’re back from your walk. Hopscotch? Monopoly? Happy Families?”
“卡萝兰，亲爱的。”她说，“既然你散步回来了，咱们玩几个游戏好吗？跳房子？欢乐家庭？独角戏？”
The other mother shook her head, very slowly. “Sharper than a serpent’s tooth,” she said, “is a daughter’s ingratitude. Still, the proudest spirit can be broken, with love.” And her long white fingers waggled and caressed the air.
另一个妈妈很慢很慢地摇着头，“忘恩负义的女儿，”她说，“比毒蛇的牙更毒①。但是，最桀骜不驯的灵魂也可以被爱所征服。”她长长的指头不住蠕动着。【注：①出自莎士比亚戏剧《李尔王》。】
Coraline shook her head. “I don’t want to play with you,” she said. “I want to go home and be with my real parents. I want you to let them go. To let us all go.”
卡萝兰摇摇头。“我不想跟你玩。”她说，“我想回家，和我真正的妈妈爸爸在一起。请你放了他们，放了我们大家。”
“I have no plans to love you,” said Coraline. “No matter what. You can’t make me love you.”
“我才不想爱你呢。”卡萝兰说，“不管你怎么样，我绝对不爱你。你不能硬逼着我爱你。”
“Let’s talk about it,” said the other mother, and she turned and walked into the sitting room. Coraline followed her.
“咱们好好聊聊。”另一个妈妈说。她转过身去，走进客厅。卡萝兰跟在她身后。
The other mother smiled. “Mirrors,” she said, “are never to be trusted. Now, what game shall we play?”
另一个妈妈笑了，“镜子这种东西，”她说，“信不得。对了，想玩哪种游戏？”
She extended the hand with the paper bag in it to Coraline. “Would you like one?” she asked politely.
她拿着纸袋，伸手递给卡萝兰。“想来一只吗？”她很有礼貌地问。
Expecting it to be a toffee or a butterscotch ball, Coraline looked down. The bag was half-filled with large shiny blackbeetles, crawling over each other in their efforts to get out of the bag.
卡萝兰以为里面是太妃糖，或者咸味奶油糖。她低头一看，纸袋里是半口袋蟑螂，个子老大，油亮油亮的，推推挤挤，拼命想逃出口袋。
“No,” said Coraline. “I don’t want one.”
“不。”卡萝兰说，“我不想。”
“Suit yourself,” said her other mother. She carefully picked out a particularly large and black beetle, pulled off its legs (which she dropped, neatly, into a big glass ashtray on the small table beside the sofa), and popped the beetle into her mouth. She crunched it happily.
“随你的便好了。”另一个妈妈说。她仔细挑选出一只个子特别大的，扯掉蟑螂腿（她细心地把扯下来的蟑螂腿放进一旁小桌上的一只玻璃大烟缸里），把蟑螂扔进嘴里，高兴地嚼起来。
The other mother sat down on the big sofa. She picked up a brown handbag from beside the sofa, and took out a white, rustling, paper bag from inside it.
另一个妈妈在大沙发上坐下，从沙发旁拿起一个购物袋，从里面掏出一个沙沙直响的白色纸袋。
“Yum,” she said, and took another.
“真好吃。”她说，然后又吃了一只。
Her other mother ignored this. “Now, I think you are a little overexcited, Coraline. Perhaps this afternoon we could do a little embroidery together, or some watercolour painting. Then dinner, and then, if you have been good, you may play with the rats a little before bed. And I shall read you a story and tuck you in, and kiss you goodnight.” Her long white fingers fluttered gently, like a tired butterfly, and Coraline shivered.
另一个妈妈没理这句话。“我觉得，你可能是兴奋过头了，卡萝兰。也许，到下午的时候，咱们一块儿做点刺绣活儿，要不画水彩画也行。然后吃晚饭。再以后，如果你乖乖的，你还可以在睡觉前跟老鼠们玩一会儿。我还会念故事给你听，替你掖好被子，亲亲你。”长长的手指头不停地动来动去，像飞得慢吞吞的蝴蝶。卡萝兰打了个哆嗦。
“You aren’t my mother,” said Coraline.
“你不是我妈妈。”卡萝兰说。
“You’re sick,” said Coraline. “Sick and evil and weird.”
“你真恶心。”卡萝兰说，“恶心、坏、怪物。”
“Is that any way to talk to your mother?” her other mother asked, with her mouth full of blackbeetles.
“你就这么跟自个儿的妈妈说话？”另一个妈妈说，嘴里塞满蟑螂。
The other mother sat on the sofa. Her mouth was set in a line; her lips were pursed. She popped another blackbeetle into her mouth, and then another, like someone with a bag of chocolate-covered raisins. Her big black-button eyes looked into Coraline’s hazel eyes. Her shiny black hair twined and twisted about her neck and shoulders, as if it were blowing in some wind that Coraline could not touch or feel.
另一个妈妈在沙发上坐直了，嘴巴闭成一道线，嘴唇绷得紧紧的。她又往嘴里扔了一只蟑螂，接着又是一只，像别人吃巧克力葡萄干。又大又黑的纽扣眼睛瞪着卡萝兰的淡褐色眼睛。她亮闪闪的黑头发在脖子和肩膀周围动来动去，像有风吹着似的。可卡萝兰没觉得有风。两人瞪着对方，瞪了一分钟。
They stared at each other for over a minute. Then the other mother said, “Manners!” She folded the white paper bag, carefully, so no blackbeetles could escape, and she placed it back in the shopping bag. Then she stood up, and up, and up: she seemed taller than Coraline remembered. She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out first the black door key, which she frowned at and tossed into her handbag, then a tiny silver-coloured key. She held it up triumphantly. “There we are,” she said. “This is for you, Coraline. For your own good. Because I love you. To teach you manners. Manners makyth man, after all.”
最后，另一个妈妈说：“没礼貌！”她小心地折起白纸口袋，让蟑螂逃不出来，再把它放进购物袋。然后，她站起身，身子向上，向上，比卡萝兰记得的更高。她的手伸进围裙兜里，向外掏东西。先掏出来的是那把黑钥匙。她皱着眉头瞧了瞧它，把它扔进那只购物袋。接着又掏出一把银色的小钥匙。她高兴地举起钥匙，“找到了。”她说，“这是给你准备的，卡萝兰。为你好。因为我爱你，所以才要教你懂礼貌。一个人怎么样，一看他有没有礼貌就知道。”
“No,” said Coraline.
“不。”卡萝兰说。
She picked Coraline up and pushed her into the dim space behind the mirror. A fragment of beetle was sticking to her lower lip, and there was no expression at all in her black-button eyes.
她抱进卡萝兰，把她朝镜子后面的黑窟窿里塞。她的下嘴唇上还沾着一小片蟑螂渣子，黑纽扣眼睛里什么表情都没有。
“You may come out when you’ve learned some manners,” said the other mother. “And when you’re ready to be a loving daughter.”
“等你学会了礼貌以后再放你出来。”另一个妈妈说，“等你打算做一个乖女儿的时候。”
She pulled Coraline back into the hallway and advanced upon the mirror at the end of the hall. Then she pushed the tiny key into the fabric of the mirror, and she twisted it.
她领着卡萝兰走进过道，一直走到过道尽头的镜子前。她把小钥匙往镜子里一插，再一拧。
The mirror opened like a door, revealing a dark space behind it.
镜子像一扇门一样打开了，露出后面的一个小黑窟窿。
Then she swung the mirror-door closed, and left Coraline in darkness.
接着，她关上镜子门，把卡萝兰留在黑窟窿里。
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