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《劳拉》-80页

(2007-01-13 15:25:40)
分类: 翻译小说
  他也犹豫了。对一位女士没法说这种事。"我肯定他们都搞清了,"他安慰她。要鉴别数千死人的身份是不可能的,就地埋葬也是不可能的,这事他没有说。武装人员强迫劳工在恶劣的情况下,从瓦砾中,拽出残留的尸体,就地焚烧。鲨鱼聚集在岸边周围的水里。对他来说,更坏的是,周六上午黎明,发了洪水。大家似乎是走到愤怒残忍而没有仁慈的水墙……。  
  "先生,你没事吧?"劳拉突然问。"你脸色好难看呀。"   
  他微笑着把咖啡端到嘴边,没有顾及他的舌头添着滚烫的咖啡。"我在考虑怎样回华盛顿,"他撒谎。"说说你姨夫的农场吧,玛露小姐。我很痴迷养牛业!"  
  梅利只和巴顿跳了一曲,喜欢他为舞伴,很快乐。当然,她也察觉到了她母亲的不满,华尔兹一结束,她就决定和他分开了。她离开卡巴顿,而去面对没有笑容的阑浩先生。  
  他的乌黑的眼睛泛着青光落在她身上,有一种无声的恐吓。没有意料的敌意使她涨得满脸通红。   
  "与领班玩得尽兴,特勒蒙小姐?"他带着恶毒的微笑责难着。"你母亲很难满意,你没注意到吗?"  
  "就跳了一曲,巴顿先生舞跳得很好,"她不满地说,来抵抗所受到的恐吓。  
   "他年龄和我差不多,"他提醒她。"和你这样的小孩在一起,他实在太老了。"   

  He hesitated, too. He could not speak of such things to a gentlewoman. "I am certain that they have," he reassured her. He couldn't mention that it was not only impossible to identify the thousands of dead bodies, but that it was equally impossible to bury them. They were being cremated where they lay, and armed guards were having to force laborers to sift through the horror to extricate the remainder of the dead from the rubble. Sharks had gathered in the waters around the shore. The worst of it, to him, was that the flood had come after daylight that Saturday morning. People would have seen it coming, that fierce, relentless, merciless wall of water...
  "Sir, are you all right?" Nora asked suddenly. "You have gone very pale."
  He lifted his coffee to his mouth with a smile, ignoring the scalding nip of it against his tongue. "I was thinking about my return trip to Washington," he lied. "Do tell me about your uncle's ranch, Miss Marlowe. I am fascinated by the cattle industry!" 
  Melly danced only once with Cal, enjoying his easy company and ready smile. She was, of course, aware of her mother's quiet disapproval, so she made sure that they parted as soon as the waltz was over. She left Cal and found herself face-to-face with an unsmiling Mr. Langhorn.
  Her heart leaped as his dark eyes glittered down at her with an unspoken threat. She flushed at their unexpected hostility.
  "Playing patty-cake with the foreman, Miss Tremayne?" he chided with a poisonous smile. "Your mother hardly approves, or did you not notice?"
  "It was only one dance, and Mr. Barton is a good dancer," she said airily, refusing to be intimidated. 
 "He's my age," he reminded her. "Far too old for a child like you."

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