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夜色温柔_(美)F.菲茨杰拉德(CHAPTER14) 第(3/5)页

'sitwasofthemoderntype--nolongerasingledarkandsinisterbuildingbutasmall, scattered, yetdeceitfullyintegratedvillage--DickandNicolehadaddedmuchinthedomainoftaste, sothattheplantwasathingofbeauty, , housesforthosesunkintoeternaldarkness, werescreenedbylittlecopsesfromthemainbuilding, , -therapywerethree, placedunderasingleroofandthereDoctorDiverbeganhismorning', fullofsunlight, exudedthesweetnessofsawdust, ofalostageofwood; alwayshalfadozenmenwerethere,hammering, planing, buzzing--silentmen, , hediscussedwiththemtheefficiencyofsometoolsforamomentinaquiet,personal, , adaptedtothemostmobileofpatientswhowerenotalways, however, , , dismissingsomethinginsoluble--buttheirsighsonlymarkedthebeginningofanotherceaselessroundofratiocination, , round, , ,orthathewasnotsimple, -professionallife, butheretheywerewarpedanddistorted.

OneEnglishwomanspoketohimalwaysaboutasubjectwhichsheconsideredherown.

"Havewegotmusicto-night?"

"Idon'tknow," heanswered."Ihaven'?"

"Itwasso-so."

"Ithoughtitwasfine--especiallytheChopin.

"Ithoughtitwasso-so."

"Whenareyougoingtoplayforusyourself?"

Sheshruggedhershoulders, aspleasedatthisquestionasshehadbeenforseveralyears.

"-so."

Theyknewthatshedidnotplayatall--shehadhadtwosisterswhowerebrilliantmusicians, butshehadneverbeenabletolearnthenoteswhentheyhadbeenyoungtogether.


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