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1、精品A Dill PickleKatherine Mansfield1. And then, after six years, she saw him again. He was seated at one of those little bamboo tables decorated with a Japanese vase of paper daffodils. He was peeling an orange.2. He must have felt that shock of recognition in her for looked upand met her eye! Incred

2、ible! He didn't know her. She smiled, hefrowned.She came towardshim. He closedhis eyes an instant,but opening them his face lit up as though he had struck a matchin a darkroom.He laid downthe orangeand pushedbackhischair.3. "Vera!" he exclaimed. "How strange. Really, for a moment

3、I didn't know you. Won't you sit down? Won't you have some coffee?"4. "Yes, I'd like some coffee." And she sat down opposite him.5. "You've changed. You've changed very much," he said, staring at her with eager, lighted look. "You look so well. I

4、've never seen you look so well before."感謝下載載精品6. "Really?" She raised her veil and unbuttoned her high fur collar. "I don't feel very well. I can't bear this weather, you know."7. "Ah, no. You hate the cold."8. "Loathe it." She shuddered. &qu

5、ot;And the worst of it is that the older one grows."9.He interruptedher. "Excuse me,"andtappedonthetableforwaitress. "Please bring some coffee and cream." To her:" You aresure you won't eat anything?"10. "No, thanks. Nothing."11. "Then that's

6、 settled." And smiling he took up the orange again. "You were saying-the older one grows-"12. "The colder," she laughed. But she was thinking how well she remembered that trick of his-the trick of interrupting her-and ofhow it used to exasperate her six years ago.感謝下載載精品13.

7、"The colder," he echoed her words, laughing too. "Ah, ah. You still say the same things and there is another thing about you that isnot changed at all- your beautiful voice. I don't know what it is-I've oftenwondered-thatmakesyourvoicesucha -hauntingmemory.Doyourememberthatfir

8、stafternoonwespenttogether at Kew Garden? You were so surprised because I did notknow the names of any flowers. I am still just as ignorant for allyour telling me. But whenever it's very fine and warm, and I seesome bright colour I hear your voice saying:' Geranium, marigold,and verbena,You

9、remember that afternoon?"14. " Oh, yes, very well." She drew a long, soft breath. Yet, what had remained in her mind of that particular afternoon was an absurd scene. A great many people taking tea in a Chinese pagoda, and he behaving like a maniac about the wasps-waving them away, fl

10、apping at them with his straw hat, serious and infuriated out of all proportion to the occasion. How she had suffered.15. But now, as he spoke, that memory faded. His was the truer.16. Yes, it had been a wonderful afternoon, full of flowers and -warm sunshine. Her thoughts lingered over the last two

11、 words. And in感謝下載載精品thewarmth,as itwere,anothermemoryunfolded.Shesawherselfsittingona lawn.He lay besideher, andsuddenly,herolled over and put his head in her lap.17. "I wish," he said in a low, troubled voice," I wish that I had taken poison and were about to die- here now!"18.

12、 She leaned over him.19. "Ah, why do you say that?"20. But he gave a kind of soft moan, and taking her hand he held it to his cheek.21. "Because I know I am going to love you too much. And I shall suffer so terribly, Vera, because you never, never will love me."22. He was certain

13、ly far better looking now than he had been then.He had lost all that dreamy vagueness and indecision. Now he had the air of a man who has found his place in life. He must havemade money, too. His clothes were admirable, and at that moment he pulled a Russian cigarette case out of his pocket.感謝下載載精品2

14、3. "Won't you smoke?"24. "Yes, I will." She hovered over them. "They look very good."25. "I get them made for me by a little man in St James's Street. I don't smoke very much, but when I do, they must be delicious.Smoking isn't a habit with me; it&#

15、39;s a luxury-like perfume. Are you still so fond of perfumes? Ah, when I in Russia."26. She broke in:"You've really been to Russia?"27. "Oh, yes. I was there for over a year. Have you forgotten how we used to talk of going there?"28. "No, I've not forgotten.&qu

16、ot;29. He gave a strange half laugh and leaned back in his chair.30. "Isn't it curious? I have really carried out all those journeys that we planned. In fact, I have spent the last three years of my life travelling all the time. Spain, Corsica, Siberia, Russia, Egypt. Theonly country left i

17、s China, and I mean to go there, too, when the感謝下載載精品war is over."31. As he spoke, so lightly, tapping the end of hiscigarette againstthe ashtray, she felt the strange beast that had slumbered so longwithin herbosomstir, stretch itself,yawn,prick upits ears,andsuddenly bound to its feet, and fi

18、x its longing, hungry stare uponthose far away places. But all she said was, smiling gently:"How Ienvy you."32. "It has been," he said, "Wonderful-especially Russia. I even spent some days on a river boat on the Volga. Do you remember that boatman's song that you used to

19、 play?"33. "Yes." It began to play as she spoke.34. "Do you even play it now?"35. "No, I've no piano."36. He was amazed at that. "But what has become of your beautiful piano?"感謝下載載精品37. She made a little grimace. "Sold. Ages ago."38. "B

20、ut you were so fond of music," he wondered.39. "I've no time for it now. "said she.40. He let it go at that." That river life," he went on, "is something quite special. After a day or two you can't realize that you haveeven known another. And it is not necessary

21、 to know thelanguage- the life of the boat creates a bond between you andthe peoplethat'smorethansufficient.You eat withthem,passthedaywiththem,andin theeveningthereis thatendlesssinging."41. She shivered, hearing the boatman's song break out again loudand tragic,and seeingthe boatfloat

22、ingon the darkeningriverwith melancholy trees on either side.42. "You'd like almost everything about Russia life," he said warmly. "It's so informal, so impulsive, so free. And then the peasants are so splendid. I remember the evening some friends and I went for a picnic by th

23、e Black Sea. We took supper and champagne and感謝下載載精品ateanddrankonthegrass.Andwhilewewereeatingthecoachmancameup. "Havea dill pickle,"he said. He wantedtoshare with us: That seemed to me so right, so -you know what Imean?"43. And she seemed at that moment to be sitting on the grass bes

24、idethe mysteriously Black Sea, black as velvet, and ripplingagainstthe banks in silent, velvet waves. She saw the little group on thegrass, their faces and hands white in the moonlight. Apart fromthem, with his supper in a cloth on his knees, sat the coachman."Havea dillpickle,"said he, an

25、dalthoughshe was notcertainwhat a dill pickle was, she saw the greenish glass jar with a redchili like a parrot's beak.44. "Yes, I know perfectly what you mean," she said.45. In the pause that followed they looked at each other. In the past when they had looked at each other like that

26、they had felt that their souls had, as it were, put their arms round each other and dropped into the same tea, content, to be drowned, like mournfullovers. But now, he said:" What a marvelous listener you are. When you look at me with those wild eyes I feel that I could tell感謝下載載精品you things th

27、at I would never breathe to another human being."46. Was there just a hint of mockery in his voice? She could not be sure.47. "How well I remember one night, the night that I brought you the little Christmas tree, telling you all about my childhood. And of how I was miserable that I ran aw

28、ay and lived under a cart in ouryard for two days without being discovered. And you listened, and your eyes shone, and I felt that you had even made the little Christmas tree listen too, as in a fairy story."48. "The dog was called Bosun," she cried, delightedly.49. But he did not fol

29、low." What dog? Had you a dog?"50. "No, no. I meant the yard dog when you were a little dog."51. He laughed and snapped the cigarette case to.52. "Was he? Do you know I had recognized you today- I had to takesuch a leap back to that time." He drummed on thetable "

30、I've感謝下載載精品often thought how I must have bored you. And now I understandso perfectly why you wrote to me as you did- although at thetime that letter nearly finished my life. I found it again the otherday,andIcouldn t helplaughingasIreadit,Itwassoclever-sucha truepictureof me."He glancedup.

31、" You're notgoing?"53. She had buttoned her collar again and drawn down her veil.54. "Yes, I am afraid I must,"she said, and managed a smile.55. "Ah, no,please,"he pleaded. "Don't go just for moment," and he caught up one of her gloves from the table a

32、nd clutched at if as if that would hold her. "I see so few people to talk to nowadays, thatI have turned into a sort of barbarian," he said."Have I said something to hurt you?"56. "Not a bit." She lied. But as she watched him draw her glove through his fingers, gently,

33、gently, her anger really did die down.57. "What I really wanted then," he said softly,"was to be a sort of carpet- for you to walk on so that you need not be hurt by the感謝下載載精品sharpstonesandthemudyouhatedso. It was nothingmoreselfish than that. Only I did desire, eventually, to turn into a magiccarpet and carry you away to all those lands you longed to see."58. As he spoke she lifted her head as though she drank something; the strange beast in her bosom began to purr . . .59. "I felt that you were more lonely than anybody els