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那人眼里露出威胁，马丁急忙叫道：——
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姐弟俩刚见面，电报路的班车就到了，停车上了一批下午的客人。希金波坦太太从他扶着她的胳膊帮她上车的握法感到马丁不打算跟她一起走。她在踏板上转过身来看着他，心里又为他那谁忙的样子难过了。
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她随即下了车，来到了他的身边。
“我走路，锻炼身体，你知道。”他解释。
“那我也走几段路，”她宣布，“也许对我有好处。我这几天正觉得不清爽呢。”
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“你到这地方去干什么？”又走了一段路，那人突然向他抛出了这么一句话。
“你呢？”马丁反击。
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“你还有一套黑衣服，”当铺的办事员了解他的家底，回答说，“你别告诉我说你已经当给了犹太人李扑卡。因为你要是去了——”
那人眼里露出威胁，马丁急忙叫道：——
“没有，没有，我没有当。但是要留着办事时穿。”
“行了，”放高利贷的人的口气软了，说，“我要衣服也是办事，拿衣服就给你钱。你以为我借钱给人是为了祝自己健康么？”
“可那是一部状况良好的自行车，值四十元呢，”马丁争辩过，“你才当给了我七块钱，不，还不到七块钱。六块二毛五，预扣了利息。”
“还要钱就拿衣服来，”打发马丁离开那气闷的洞窟的就是这句回答。他心里的严重绝望反映到了他脸上，姐姐见了不禁难受。
姐弟俩刚见面，电报路的班车就到了，停车上了一批下午的客人。希金波坦太太从他扶着她的胳膊帮她上车的握法感到马丁不打算跟她一起走。她在踏板上转过身来看着他，心里又为他那谁忙的样子难过了。
“你不来么？”她问。
她随即下了车，来到了他的身边。
“我走路，锻炼身体，你知道。”他解释。
“那我也走几段路，”她宣布，“也许对我有好处。我这几天正觉得不清爽呢。”
马丁瞥了她一眼，她那样子证实了她的说法。她衣着邋遢，体态臃肿，两肩搭拉着，脸上的皱纹下垂，显得疲倦；步伐也沉重，缺少弹性——活脱脱是幅对自由快活的步伐的讽刺画。
“你最好就走到这儿，”他说，虽然她到第一个街口就已停了步，“在这儿塔下一班车。”
“天呀！——我怎么就累成这个样！”她喘着气说，“如果我的鞋是你那样的底，我走路也能像你的。可你那鞋底太薄，离北奥克兰很远就会破的。”
“我家里还有一双更好的。”他回答。
“明天出来吃晚饭吧，”她转变话题邀请，“希金波坦先生不在家。他要到圣利安德罗会办事。”
马丁摇摇头，但是他听见吃饭时眼里所流露出的饿狼般的馋相，却无法掩饰。
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她在提包里摸了一会，把一个五块钱的金币塞到他手里。“我好像忘了你上次的生日了，马。”她嘟哝出了一个站不住脚的理由。
马丁的手本能地捏住了金币，同时也明白他不该接受，于是犹豫不决，陷入了痛苦。那一块金币意味着食物、生活。身体与头脑的光明，和继续写作的力气，而且说不定能写出点东西来再赚好多个金币呢，谁说得清？他在幻觉里清清楚楚燃烧着他刚完成的两篇文章；他看见它们放在桌下一堆退还的稿件顶上。那是他没有邮票寄出的。他还看见了它们的题目：《奇迹的大祭师》和《美的摇篮》。是还没有寄出去过的。那是他在那个问题上所写出的最佳之作。要是有邮票就好了！此时最后成功的把握在他心里升起，那是饥饿的有力的同盟军。他立即把那块金币塞进了口袋。
“我会还你的，格特露，一百倍地还你，”他大口地喘着气，说。他的喉咙痛苦地抽搐，眼睛也迅速闪出泪光。
“记住我的话！”他突然坚决叫道，“不到一年工夫我一定要拿整整一百个这种小玩意放到你手里。我不求你相信，只要你等着瞧。”
她并不相信。她的怀疑叫她感到内疚。她找不到方便的话讲，只好说道：——
“我知道你肚子饿，马。你满脸饿相，来吃饭吧，什么时候来都可以。希金波坦先生不在我就叫个孩子去叫你。还有，马——”
他等着，虽然他心里秘密知道她会说什么，她的思想过程他看得清清楚楚。
“你不觉得是应该找个工作的时候了么？”
“你相信我会成功么？”他问。
她摇摇头。
“谁都对我没有信心，格特露，除了我自己之外。”他的口气很激动，很反抗，“我已经写出了很好的东西。而且很多，早晚会卖出去的。”
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“我希望你能听得进道理，”她说话声音虽小，信念却不动摇。她相信自己对他那病的诊断。“有道理的话我希望你听得进，”她又说了一遍，“明儿个来吃晚饭！”
马丁帮助她上了车，便匆匆忙忙赶到邮局，那五块钱他用三块买了邮票；然后，在那天晚些时候去莫尔斯家的路上在邮局呆了很久，把一大堆厚重的长信封称了重量，贴上了全部的邮票，只剩下了三张两分的。
那天晚上对马丁很为重要，因为他晚饭后遇见了罗司·布里森登。布里森登是怎么偶然到那儿去的，是谁的朋友，是什么熟人带去的，他全不知道，也没有兴趣去向露丝打听。简单地说，布里森登给马丁的印象是贫血，没有头脑，而且马上就把他忘掉了。一个小时以后他又觉得布里森登是个粗野汉子。那多少是因为他一间房一间房地乱逛，瞪大了眼睛看着画，或是从桌上、书架上乱抓书籍杂志，然后把鼻子伸进去。尽管他在这屋里是个生人，最后却缩到一张巨大的莫里斯安乐椅上，让自己脱离人群一心一意读起一本他从自己口袋里抽出的小册子。他读得出神，手指头在头发里揉来操去。那个晚上马丁没有再留心他。只有一回注意到他踉几个年轻妇女开着玩笑，显然非常成功。
马丁离开时却偶然赶上了布里森登，他已经走了通向大街的便道的一半。
“啊，是你呀？”马丁说。
对方不客气地哼了一声,Link，算是回答，却转身过来和他一起走。马丁没有再努力搭腔，两人一声不响走完了几段路。
“神气十足的老笨蛋！”
那一声叫喊又突然又刻薄，把马丁吓了一大跳。他忍俊不禁，更加不喜欢那人了。
“你到这地方去干什么？”又走了一段路，那人突然向他抛出了这么一句话。
“你呢？”马丁反击。
“上帝保佑，我不知道，”回答是，“至少这是我第一次粗心大意。每天有二十四小时，总得很过去的。跟我来喝点什么吧。”
“好的，”马丁回答。
他随即感到为难了，怎么会答应得那么痛快。家里还有几小时的下锅之作等着他在睡觉前完成，躺上床还要读一卷惠斯曼，更不要说斯宾塞自传了。他觉得那自传充满浪漫情节，不亚于任何惊险小说。他干吗要和一个他并不喜欢的火舌浪费时间呢？他想。但叫他同意的并不是那人、饮料。或与饮料有关的一切，而是那明亮的灯光、镜子、一排排耀眼的玻璃杯，还有温暖快活的面孔和热烈的喧闹。是的，是人的声音，乐观的人，呼吸着成功的人，像男人一样花钱买饮料的人。他感到寂寞，他看中的是这一切。因此，他一听见邀请就同意了，像条连钩上的白布条也想咬的红鱼。自从在雪莉温泉和乔对饮之后马丁除了跟杂货店的葡萄牙老板喝过之外就再也没有在酒店喝过酒。脑力劳动不像体力劳动，疲倦了并不渴望喝酒。他不曾想过喝酒。可刚才他却想喝酒了，确切地说，是渴望着那传林连盏、豪饮浅酌的气氛。“洞窟酒吧”就是这样一个地方，布里森登和他此刻就躺在“洞窟”的大皮椅上喝着威士忌苏打。
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Saturday, December 8, 2012
In 1867 it had been suggested to me that
In 1867 it had been suggested to me that, in the event of a dissolution, I should stand for one division of the County of Essex; and I had promised that I would do so, though the promise at that time was as rash a one as a man could make. I was instigated to this by the late Charles Buxton, a man whom I greatly loved, and who was very anxious that the county for which his brother had sat, and with which the family were connected, should be relieved from what he regarded as the thraldom of Toryism. But there was no dissolution then. Mr. Disraeli passed his Reform Bill, by the help of the Liberal member for Newark, and the summoning of a new Parliament was postponed till the next year. By this new Reform Bill Essex was portioned out into three instead of two electoral divisions, one of which — that adjacent to London — would, it was thought, be altogether Liberal. After the promise which I had given, the performance of which would have cost me a large sum of money absolutely in vain, it was felt by some that I should be selected as one of the candidates for the new division — and as such I was proposed by Mr. Charles Buxton,Discount UGG Boots. But another gentleman, who would have been bound by previous pledges to support me, was put forward by what I believe to have been the defeating interest, and I had to give way. At the election this gentleman, with another Liberal, who had often stood for the county, was returned without a contest. Alas! alas! They were both unseated at the next election, when the great Conservative reaction took place.
In the spring of 1868 I was sent to the United States on a postal mission, of which I will speak presently. While I was absent the dissolution took place. On my return I was somewhat too late to look out for a seat, but I had friends who knew the weakness of my ambition; and it was not likely, therefore, that I should escape the peril of being put forward for some impossible borough as to which the Liberal party would not choose that it should go to the Conservatives without a struggle. At last, after one or two others, Beverley was proposed to me,nike heels, and to Beverley I went.
I must, however, exculpate the gentleman who acted as my agent, from undue persuasion exercised towards me. He was a man who thoroughly understood Parliament, having sat there himself — and he sits there now at this moment. He understood Yorkshire — or, at least, the East Riding of Yorkshire, in which Beverley is situated — certainly better than any one alive. He understood all the mysteries of canvassing, and he knew well the traditions, the condition, and the prospect of the Liberal party. I will not give his name, but they who knew Yorkshire in 1868 will not be at a loss to find it. “So,” said he, “you are going to stand for Beverley?” I replied gravely that I was thinking of doing so. “You don’t expect to get in?” he said. Again I was grave. I would not, I said, be sanguine, but, nevertheless, I was disposed to hope for the best. “Oh,fake uggs for sale, no!” continued he, with good-humoured raillery, “you won’t get in. I don’t suppose you really expect it. But there is a fine career open to you. You will spend ￡1000, and lose the election. Then you will petition, and spend another ￡1000,Moncler outlet online store. You will throw out the elected members. There will be a commission, and the borough will be disfranchised. For a beginner such as you are, that will be a great success.” And yet, in the teeth of this, from a man who knew all about it, I persisted in going to Beverley!
In the spring of 1868 I was sent to the United States on a postal mission, of which I will speak presently. While I was absent the dissolution took place. On my return I was somewhat too late to look out for a seat, but I had friends who knew the weakness of my ambition; and it was not likely, therefore, that I should escape the peril of being put forward for some impossible borough as to which the Liberal party would not choose that it should go to the Conservatives without a struggle. At last, after one or two others, Beverley was proposed to me,nike heels, and to Beverley I went.
I must, however, exculpate the gentleman who acted as my agent, from undue persuasion exercised towards me. He was a man who thoroughly understood Parliament, having sat there himself — and he sits there now at this moment. He understood Yorkshire — or, at least, the East Riding of Yorkshire, in which Beverley is situated — certainly better than any one alive. He understood all the mysteries of canvassing, and he knew well the traditions, the condition, and the prospect of the Liberal party. I will not give his name, but they who knew Yorkshire in 1868 will not be at a loss to find it. “So,” said he, “you are going to stand for Beverley?” I replied gravely that I was thinking of doing so. “You don’t expect to get in?” he said. Again I was grave. I would not, I said, be sanguine, but, nevertheless, I was disposed to hope for the best. “Oh,fake uggs for sale, no!” continued he, with good-humoured raillery, “you won’t get in. I don’t suppose you really expect it. But there is a fine career open to you. You will spend ￡1000, and lose the election. Then you will petition, and spend another ￡1000,Moncler outlet online store. You will throw out the elected members. There will be a commission, and the borough will be disfranchised. For a beginner such as you are, that will be a great success.” And yet, in the teeth of this, from a man who knew all about it, I persisted in going to Beverley!
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