03-01-07-神秘及幻想故事集 [15]
． You will，I hope，leave my room，and then leave Oxford immediately．’
I wanted to hit him，but something stopped me．It was the cloak that Preston was holding in his hands．Although it looked like my cloak，I knew that it wasn't，because my own cloak was already over my left arm．It was a very unusual and expensive cloak，which a shop had made specially for me．How was it possible that there was now another cloak just like it？
I thought back to the moment when the stranger had come into the room．Yes，he had been wearing a cloak too… Full of fear，I quickly took the cloak from Mr．Preston and left the room．The next morning I left Oxford and escaped to Europe．I was now known to be a cheat at cards and every door in England would be closed against me．
But bad luck travelled with me．In fact I soon realized that my troubles at Oxford had been only the beginning… Soon after I arrived in Paris，I met William Wilson again．There，too，he destroyed my evil hopes．Everywhere I went， year after year，he appeared like a ghost and came between me and my plans．In Rome he stopped me from getting what I wanted．In Vienna，too-in Berlin，and even in Moscow！Wasn't there anywhere where I could be left alone？I went from city to city，trying to escape from him．But I couldn't feel free．I couldn't be alone．He followed me everywhere． Again and again I used to ask myself these questions．‘Who is he？Where does he come from？What does he want from me？’But I could find no answer．I thought deeply about all the times when I had seen him．In every city，I realized，Wilson had done the same thing．He had not stopped my plans all the time，but only when they were evil and dangerous，either to others or to myself．I understood all this，but still I was very angry．Why couldn't Wilson leave me alone？ Why couldn't he let me live in the way I wanted to？
I realized another thing too．Every time Wilson appeared，he had never let me see his face．I had always noticed his clothes．It was difficult not to notice them because they were always the same as mine．But he kept his face hidden from me．Why did he do this？Did he really think that I was so stupid？Did he think I hadn't realized who he was？The man who followed me everywhere and destroyed my plans again and again was the same William Wilson of my schooldays！But let me continue with my story．
Until now I had felt afraid of Wilson and had obeyed him．The mystery of his sudden arrivals， his cleverness， his deep understanding of me-all these things filled me with fear．I always obeyed him，although I hated myself for doing it．But recently I had become a very heavy drinker．Wine made me feel brave and strong，able to fight anybody who tried to stop me．At the same time I began to think that Wilson was becoming weaker．Was this really happening or was it just a dream？ I cannot tell，but I do know that my own feelings were becoming more and more violent．I began to feel a burning hope-soon I would break free from this terrible enemy and never take his orders again．
One evening，in 18-，I was in Rome and was invited to a big party in the palace of Duke Di Broglio．The Duke was old and boring，but his wife was young and beautiful，and not very sensible．I had evil plans for her．She and I had agreed to meet，during the party， in a quiet room where we could be alone．
As I walked from room to room looking for her in the crowds，I suddenly felt a hand touch my arm．Then I heard a whisper in my ears．Angrily I turned round and saw a man．He was wearing the same clothes as I was，but his face was covered with a black mask．I caught him by his arm．‘Stop！’I shouted．‘I have had enough trouble from you！This is the last time you'll follow me anywhere！Come with me now into the next room．If you don't，I shall kill you right now，here where you stand！’ I took him into a small room nearby and pushed him violently to the floor．He got to his feet shakily， and stood up against the wall．I then closed the door and ordered him to fight．For a second he did not move．Then he silently took out his swood．
It was a short fight．I was wild and excited and felt stronger than I had ever felt before
I wanted to hit him，but something stopped me．It was the cloak that Preston was holding in his hands．Although it looked like my cloak，I knew that it wasn't，because my own cloak was already over my left arm．It was a very unusual and expensive cloak，which a shop had made specially for me．How was it possible that there was now another cloak just like it？
I thought back to the moment when the stranger had come into the room．Yes，he had been wearing a cloak too… Full of fear，I quickly took the cloak from Mr．Preston and left the room．The next morning I left Oxford and escaped to Europe．I was now known to be a cheat at cards and every door in England would be closed against me．
But bad luck travelled with me．In fact I soon realized that my troubles at Oxford had been only the beginning… Soon after I arrived in Paris，I met William Wilson again．There，too，he destroyed my evil hopes．Everywhere I went， year after year，he appeared like a ghost and came between me and my plans．In Rome he stopped me from getting what I wanted．In Vienna，too-in Berlin，and even in Moscow！Wasn't there anywhere where I could be left alone？I went from city to city，trying to escape from him．But I couldn't feel free．I couldn't be alone．He followed me everywhere． Again and again I used to ask myself these questions．‘Who is he？Where does he come from？What does he want from me？’But I could find no answer．I thought deeply about all the times when I had seen him．In every city，I realized，Wilson had done the same thing．He had not stopped my plans all the time，but only when they were evil and dangerous，either to others or to myself．I understood all this，but still I was very angry．Why couldn't Wilson leave me alone？ Why couldn't he let me live in the way I wanted to？
I realized another thing too．Every time Wilson appeared，he had never let me see his face．I had always noticed his clothes．It was difficult not to notice them because they were always the same as mine．But he kept his face hidden from me．Why did he do this？Did he really think that I was so stupid？Did he think I hadn't realized who he was？The man who followed me everywhere and destroyed my plans again and again was the same William Wilson of my schooldays！But let me continue with my story．
Until now I had felt afraid of Wilson and had obeyed him．The mystery of his sudden arrivals， his cleverness， his deep understanding of me-all these things filled me with fear．I always obeyed him，although I hated myself for doing it．But recently I had become a very heavy drinker．Wine made me feel brave and strong，able to fight anybody who tried to stop me．At the same time I began to think that Wilson was becoming weaker．Was this really happening or was it just a dream？ I cannot tell，but I do know that my own feelings were becoming more and more violent．I began to feel a burning hope-soon I would break free from this terrible enemy and never take his orders again．
One evening，in 18-，I was in Rome and was invited to a big party in the palace of Duke Di Broglio．The Duke was old and boring，but his wife was young and beautiful，and not very sensible．I had evil plans for her．She and I had agreed to meet，during the party， in a quiet room where we could be alone．
As I walked from room to room looking for her in the crowds，I suddenly felt a hand touch my arm．Then I heard a whisper in my ears．Angrily I turned round and saw a man．He was wearing the same clothes as I was，but his face was covered with a black mask．I caught him by his arm．‘Stop！’I shouted．‘I have had enough trouble from you！This is the last time you'll follow me anywhere！Come with me now into the next room．If you don't，I shall kill you right now，here where you stand！’ I took him into a small room nearby and pushed him violently to the floor．He got to his feet shakily， and stood up against the wall．I then closed the door and ordered him to fight．For a second he did not move．Then he silently took out his swood．
It was a short fight．I was wild and excited and felt stronger than I had ever felt before