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夜色温柔_(美)F.菲茨杰拉德(CHAPTER7) 第(1/4)页

ItwaslateafternoonwhentheywoundupthediscussionastowhatDickshoulddo, , Dick'seyesfelloutsidethewindowtowherealightrainwasfalling--Nicolewaswaiting, expectant, ,presently, hewentoutbuttoninghisoil-skinatthethroat, pullingdownthebrimofhishat, hecameuponherimmediatelyundertheroofofthemainentrance.

"Iknowanewplacewecango," shesaid."WhenIwasillIdidn''s--it's--"

"You'llbeleavingsoon."

"Oh, , Beth, butshe'salwaysbeencalledBaby, she'scominginafewweekstotakemesomewhere; afterthatI'llbebackhereforalastmonth."

"Theoldersister?"

"Oh, 'stwenty-four--she''--Ineversawhim."

Herface, ivorygoldagainsttheblurredsunsetthatstrovethroughtherain, hadapromiseDickhadneverseenbefore: thehighcheek-bones, thefaintlywanquality, coolratherthanfeverish, wasreminiscentoftheframeofapromisingcolt--acreaturewhoselifedidnotpromisetobeonlyaprojectionofyouthuponagrayerscreen, butinstead, atruegrowing; thefacewouldbehandsomeinmiddlelife; itwouldbehandsomeinoldage: theessentialstructureandtheeconomywerethere.

"Whatareyoulookingat?"

"Iwasjustthinkingthatyou'regoingtoberatherhappy."

Nicolewasfrightened: "AmI? Allright--thingscouldn'tbeworsethantheyhavebeen."


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