"Oh, dear, what does the money matter?" wailed Pittypat, wringing her hands. "I just couldn’t believe my eyes, and poor Charlie hardly dead a year...And that awful Captain Butler, making you so conspicuous, and he’s a terrible, terrible person, Scarlett. Mrs. Whiting’s cousin, Mrs. Coleman, whose husband came from Charleston, told me about him. He’s the black sheep of a lovely family—oh, how could any of the Butlers ever turn out anything like him? He isn’t received in Charleston and he has the fastest reputation and there was something about a girl—something so bad Mrs. Coleman didn’t even know what it was—"
"He isn’t brave," said Scarlett perversely, pouring half a pitcher of syrup over her waffles. "He just does it for money. He told me so. He doesn’t care anything about the Confederacy and he says we’re going to get licked. But he dances divinely."Her audience was speechless with horror.
"I’m tired of sitting at home and I’m not going to do it any longer. If they all talked about me about last night, then my reputation is already gone and it won’t matter what else they say."It did not occur to her that the idea was Rhett Butler’s. It came so patly and fitted so well with what she was thinking.
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“啊!如果你母亲听见了,她会怎么说呀?她又会怎样看我呢?”
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"Oh! What will your mother say when she hears? What will she think of me?"
A cold qualm of guilt assailed Scarlett at the thought of Ellen’s consternation, should she ever learn of her daughter’s scandalous conduct. But she took heart at the thought of the twenty-five miles between Atlanta and Tara. Miss Pitty certainly wouldn’t tell Ellen. It would put her in such a bad light as a chaperon. And if Pitty didn’t tattle, she was safe.
"I think—" said Pitty, "yes, I think I’d better write Henry a letter about it—much as I hate it—but he’s our only male relative, and make him go speak reprovingly to Captain Butler— Oh, dear, if Charlie were only alive— You must never, never speak to that man again, Scarlett."
Melanie had been sitting quietly, her hands in her lap, her waffles cooling on her plate. She arose and, coming behind Scarlett, put her arms about her neck.
"Darling," she said, "don’t you get upset. I understand and it was a brave thing you did last night and it’s going to help the hospital a lot. And if anybody dares say one little word about you, I’ll tend to them...Aunt Pitty, don’t cry. It has been hard on Scarlett, not going anywhere. She’s just a baby." Her fingers played in Scarlett’s black hair. "And maybe we’d all be better off if we went out occasionally to parties. Maybe we’ve been very selfish, staying here with our grief.
War times aren’t like other times. When I think of all the soldiers in town who are far from home and haven’t any friends to call on at night—and the ones in the hospital who are well enough to be out of bed and not well enough to go back in the army— Why, we have been selfish. We ought to have three convalescents in our house this minute, like everybody else, and some of the soldiers out to dinner every Sunday. There, Scarlett, don’t you fret. People won’t talk when they understand. We know you loved Charlie.”
Scarlett was far from fretting and Melanie’s soft hands in her hair were irritating. She wanted to jerk her head away and say "Oh, fiddle-dee-dee!" for the warming memory was still on her of how the Home Guard and the militia and the soldiers from the hospital had fought for her dances last night. Of all the people in the world, she didn’t want Melly for a defender. She could defend herself, thank you, and if the old cats wanted to squall— well, she could get along without the old cats. There were too many nice officers in the world for her to bother about what old women said.
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在媚兰的安慰下皮蒂帕特正轻轻地拭眼睛,这时百里茜拿着一封厚厚的信跑进来了。
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Pittypat was dabbing at her eyes under Melanie’s soothing words when Prissy entered with a bulky letter.
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“给你的,媚兰小姐,一个黑小子给你带来的。”
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"Fer you. Miss Melly. A lil nigger boy brung it."
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“我的?”媚兰诧异地说,一面拆信封。
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"For me?" said Melly, wondering, as she ripped open the envelope.
Scarlett was making headway with her waffles and so noticed nothing until she heard a burst of tears from Melly and, looking up, saw Aunt Pittypat’s hand go to her heart.
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“艾希礼死了?”皮蒂帕特尖叫一声,头往后仰去,两只胳臂便瘫软地垂下去了。
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"Ashley’s dead!" screamed Pittypat, throwing her head back and letting her arms go limp.
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“啊,我的上帝!”思嘉也叫了一声,顿时血都凉了。
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"Oh, my God!" cried Scarlett, her blood turning to ice water.
"No! No!" cried Melanie. "Quick! Her smelling salts, Scarlett! There, there, honey, do you feel better? Breathe deep. No, it’s not Ashley. I’m so sorry I scared you. I was crying because I’m so happy," and suddenly she opened her clenched palm and pressed some object that was in it to her lips. "I’m so happy," and burst into tears again.
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思嘉匆匆瞧了一眼,看到那是一个又粗又重的金戒指。
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Scarlett caught a fleeting glimpse and saw that it was a broad gold ring.
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“读吧,”媚兰指着地板上的信说:“啊,他多可爱,多好的心啊!”
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"Read it," said Melly, pointing to the letter on the floor. "Oh, how sweet, how kind, he is!"
Scarlett, bewildered, picked up the single sheet and saw written in a black, bold hand: "The Confederacy may need the lifeblood of its men but not yet does it demand the heart’s blood of its women. Accept, dear Madam, this token of my reverence for your courage and do not think that your sacrifice has been in vain, for this ring has been redeemed at ten times its value. Captain Rhett Butler."
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媚兰把戒指套在手指上,然后珍惜地看着它。
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Melanie slipped the ring on her finger and looked at it lovingly.
"I told you he was a gentleman, didn’t I?" she said turning to Pittypat, her smile bright through the teardrops on her face. "No one but a gentleman of refinement and thoughtfulness would ever have thought how it broke my heart to— I’ll send my gold chain instead. Aunt Pittypat, you must write him a note and invite him to Sunday dinner so I can thank him."
In the excitement, neither of the others seemed to have thought that Captain Butler had not returned Scarlett’s ring, too. But she thought of it, annoyed. And she knew it had not been Captain Butler’s refinement that had prompted so gallant a gesture. It was that he intended to be asked into Pittypat’s house and knew unerringly how to get the invitation.
"I was greatly disturbed to hear of your recent conduct," ran Ellen’s letter and Scarlett, who was reading it at the table, scowled. Bad news certainly traveled swiftly. She had often heard in Charleston and Savannah that Atlanta people gossiped more and meddled in other people’s business more than any other people in the South, and now she believed it. The bazaar had taken place Monday night and today was only Thursday.
Which of the old cats had taken it upon herself to write Ellen? For a moment she suspected Pittypat but immediately abandoned that thought. Poor Pittypat had been quaking in her number-three shoes for fear of being blamed for Scarlett’s forward conduct and would be the last to notify Ellen of her own inadequate chaperonage. Probably it was Mrs. Merriwether.
"It is difficult for me to believe that you could so forget yourself and your rearing. I will pass over the impropriety of your appearing publicly while in mourning, realizing your warm desire to be of assistance to the hospital. But to dance, and with such a man as Captain Butler! I have heard much of him (as who has not?) and Pauline wrote me only last week that he is a man of bad repute and not even received by his own family in Charleston, except of course by his heartbroken mother. He is a thoroughly bad character who would take advantage of your youth and innocence to make you conspicuous and publicly disgrace you and your family. How could Miss Pittypat have so neglected her duty to you?"
Scarlett looked across the table at her aunt. The old lady had recognized Ellen’s handwriting and her fat little mouth was pursed in a frightened way, like a baby who fears a scolding and hopes to ward it off by tears.
"I am heartbroken to think that you could so soon forget your rearing. I have thought of calling you home immediately but will leave that to your father’s discretion. He will be in Atlanta Friday to speak with Captain Butler and to escort you home. I fear he will be severe with you despite my pleadings. I hope and pray it was only youth and thoughtlessness that prompted such forward conduct. No one can wish to serve our Cause more than I, and I wish my daughters to feel the same way, but to disgrace—"
There was more in the same vein but Scarlett did not finish it. For once, she was thoroughly frightened. She did not feel reckless and defiant now. She felt as young and guilty as when she was ten and had thrown a buttered biscuit at Suellen at the table. To think of her gentle mother reproving her so harshly and her father coming to town to talk to Captain Butler. The real seriousness of the matter grew on her. Gerald was going to be severe. This was one time when she knew she couldn’t wiggle out of her punishment by sitting on his knee and being sweet and pert.
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“不是——不是坏消息吧?”皮蒂帕特向她问道,紧张得发抖。
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"Not—not bad news?" quavered Pittypat.
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“明天爸爸要来了,他会像只鸭子抓无花果虫那样扑向我来呢,”思嘉忧心忡忡地回答。
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"Pa is coming tomorrow and he’s going to land on me like a duck on a June bug," answered Scarlett dolorously.
"Dey’s in yo’ skirt pocket," said Prissy, who had been hovering behind Scarlett, enjoying the sensational drama. Mist’ Gerald in a temper was always exciting, providing his temper was not directed at her kinky head. Pitty fumbled at her skirt and held the vial to her nose.
"You all must stand by me and not leave me alone with him for one minute," cried Scarlett. "He’s so fond of you both, and if you are with me he can’t fuss at me."
"I couldn’t," said Pittypat weakly, rising to her feet. "I—I feel ill. I must go lie down. I shall lie down all day tomorrow. You must give him my excuses."
Melly rallied to the defense, though white and frightened at the prospect of facing the fire-eating Mr. O’Hara. "I’ll—I’ll help you explain how you did it for the hospital. Surely he’ll understand."
"Oh, you can’t go home," cried Pittypat, bursting into tears. "If you did I should be forced—yes, forced to ask Henry to come live with us, and you know I just couldn’t live with Henry. I’m so nervous with just Melly in the house at night, with so many strange men in town. You’re so brave I don’t mind being here without a man!"
"Oh, he couldn’t take you to Tara!" said Melly, looking as if she too would cry in a moment. "This is your home now. What would we ever do without you?"
"You’d be glad to do without me if you knew what I really think of you," thought Scarlett sourly, wishing there were some other person than Melanie to help ward off Gerald’s wrath. It was sickening to be defended by someone you disliked so much.
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“也许我们应当取消对巴特勒船长的邀请——”皮蒂首先说。
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"Perhaps we should recall our invitation to Captain Butler—" began Pittypat.
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“唔,那就显得太不礼貌了!那不行!”媚兰着急地嚷道。
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"Oh, we couldn’t! It would be the height of rudeness!" cried Melly, distressed.
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“把我扶上床去吧,我眼看要犯病了,”皮蒂帕特哼哼着。
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"Help me to bed. I’m going to be ill," moaned Pittypat.
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“啊,思嘉,你怎么让我受这个罪呀?”
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”Oh, Scarlett, how could you have brought this on me?”
Pittypat was ill and in her bed when Gerald arrived the next afternoon. She sent many messages of regret to him from behind her closed door and left the two frightened girls to preside over the supper table. Gerald was ominously silent although he kissed Scarlett and pinched Melanie’s cheek approvingly and called her "Cousin Melly."
Scarlett would have infinitely preferred bellowing oaths and accusations. True to her promise, Melanie clung to Scarlett’s skirts like a small rustling shadow and Gerald was too much of a gentleman to upbraid his daughter in front of her. Scarlett had to admit that Melanie carried off things very well, acting as if she knew nothing was amiss, and she actually succeeded in engaging Gerald in conversation, once the supper had been served.
"I want to know all about the County," she said, beaming upon him. "India and Honey are such poor correspondents, and I know you know everything that goes on down there. Do tell us about Joe Fontaine’s wedding."
Gerald warmed to the flattery and said that the wedding had been a quiet affair, "not like you girls had," for Joe had only a few days’ furlough. Sally, the little Munroe chit, looked very pretty. No, he couldn’t recall what she wore but he did hear that she didn’t have a "second-day" dress.
"Sure, because she didn’t have a second day," Gerald explained and bawled with laughter before recalling that perhaps such remarks were not fit for female ears. Scarlett’s spirits soared at his laugh and she blessed Melanie’s tact.
"They weren’t badly wounded. Stuart had it in the knee and a minie ball went through Brent’s shoulder. You had it, too, that they were mentioned in dispatches for bravery?"
Scarlett felt pleased at hearing of their exploits, pleased in a proprietary manner. Once a man had been her beau, she never lost the conviction that he belonged to her, and all his good deeds redounded to her credit.
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“还有个消息是你们两人都喜欢听的,”杰拉尔德说。”听说斯图又在’十二橡树’村求婚了。”
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"And I’ve news that’ll be holding the both of you," said Gerald. "They’re saying Stu is courting at Twelve Oaks again."
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“是霍妮还是英迪亚?”媚兰兴奋地问,而思嘉几乎是愤愤地瞪着眼珠子等待说下去。
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"Honey or India?" questioned Melly excitedly, while Scarlett stared almost indignantly.
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“唔,当然了,是英迪亚小姐,她不是一直稳稳地抓住他,直到我们家这个小女儿去勾引他为止吗?”
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"Oh, Miss India, to be sure. Didn’t she have him fast till this baggage of mine winked at him?"
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“唔,”媚兰对于杰拉尔德这股直率劲儿感到有点不好意思。
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"Oh," said Melly, somewhat embarrassed at Gerald’s outspokenness.
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“还不只这样呢,现在小布伦特又喜欢到塔拉农转圈了!”
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"And more than that, young Brent has taken to hanging about Tara. Now!"
Scarlett could not speak. The defection of her beaux was almost insulting. Especially when she recalled how wildly both the twins had acted when she told them she was going to marry Charles. Stuart had even threatened to shoot Charles, or Scarlett, or himself, or all three. It had been most exciting.
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“是苏伦吗?”媚兰问,脸上流露出高兴的微笑。”不过我想,肯尼迪先生——”
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"Suellen?" questioned Melly, breaking into a pleased smile. "But I thought Mr. Kennedy—"
"Oh, him?" said Gerald. "Frank Kennedy still pussyfoots about, afraid of his shadow, and I’ll be asking him his intentions soon if he doesn’t speak up. No, ’tis me baby."
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“卡琳?”
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"Carreen?"
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“她还是个孩子呢!”思嘉尖刻地说,终于又开口了。
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"She’s nothing but a child!" said Scarlett sharply, finding her tongue.
"She’s little more than a year younger than you were, Miss, when you were married," retorted Gerald. "Is it you’re grudging your old beau to your sister?"
Melly blushed, unaccustomed to such frankness, and signaled Peter to bring in the sweet potato pie. Frantically she cast about in her mind for some other topic of conversation which would not be so personal but which would divert Mr. O’Hara from the purpose of his trip. She could think of nothing but, once started, Gerald needed no stimulus other than an audience. He talked on about the thievery of the commissary department which every month increased its demands, the knavish stupidity of Jefferson Davis and the blackguardery of the Irish who were being enticed into the Yankee army by bounty money.
When the wine was on the table and the two girls rose to leave him, Gerald cocked a severe eye at his daughter from under frowning brows and commanded her presence alone for a few minutes. Scarlett cast a despairing glance at Melly, who twisted her handkerchief helplessly and went out, softly pulling the sliding doors together.
"How now, Missy!" bawled Gerald, pouring himself a glass of port. "’Tis a fine way to act! Is it another husband you’re trying to catch and you so fresh a widow?"
"They know already, to be sure, and everybody knows of our disgrace. And your poor mother taking to her bed with it and me not able to hold up me head. ’Tis shameful. No, Puss, you need not think to get around me with tears this time," he said hastily and with some panic in his voice as Scarlett’s lids began to bat and her mouth to screw up. "I know you. You’d be flirting at the wake of your husband. Don’t cry.
There, I’ll be saying no more tonight, for I’m going to see this fine Captain Butler who makes so light of me daughter’s reputation. But in the morning— There now, don’t cry. Twill do you no good at all, at all. ’Tis firm that I am and back to Tara you’ll be going tomorrow before you’re disgracing the lot of us again. Don’t cry, pet. Look what I’ve brought you! Isn’t that a pretty present? See, look! How could you be putting so much trouble on me, bringing me all the way up here when ’tis a busy man I am? Don’t cry!”
Melanie and Pittypat had gone to sleep hours before, but Scarlett lay awake in the warm darkness, her heart heavy and frightened in her breast. To leave Atlanta when life had just begun again and go home and face Ellen! She would rather die than face her mother. She wished she were dead, this very minute, then everyone would be sorry they had been so hateful. She turned and tossed on the hot pillow until a noise far up the quiet street reached her ears.
It was an oddly familiar noise, blurred and indistinct though it was. She slipped out of bed and went to the window. The street with its over-arching trees was softly, deeply black under a dim star-studded sky. The noise came closer, the sound of wheels, the plod of a horse’s hooves and voices. And suddenly she grinned for, as a voice thick with brogue and whisky came to her, raised in ”Peg in a Low-backed Car,” she knew. This might not be Jonesboro on Court Day, but Gerald was coming home in the same condition.
She saw the dark bulk of a buggy stop in front of the house and indistinct figures alight. Someone was with him. Two figures paused at the gate and she heard the click of the latch and Gerald’s voice came plain,
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”现在我要给你唱《罗伯特·埃米特挽歌》,你是应该熟悉这支歌的,小伙子。让我教你唱吧。”
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"Now I’ll be giving you the ’Lament for Robert Emmet.’ ’Tis a song you should be knowing, me lad. I’ll teach it to you."
"Oh, my God, it’s that hateful Butler man!" thought Scarlett, at first annoyed. Then she took heart. At least they hadn’t shot each other. And they must be on amicable terms to be coming home together at this hour and in this condition.
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“我要唱,你就得听,要不然我就宰了你,因为你是个奥兰治分子。”
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"Sing it I will and listen you will or I’ll be shooting you for the Orangeman you are."
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“是查尔斯顿人,不是奥兰治分子。”
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"Not Orangeman—Charlestonian."
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“那也好不到哪里去。而且更坏呢。我有两个姨妹就在查尔斯顿,我很清楚。”
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"’Tis no better. ’Tis worse. I have two sister-in-laws in Charleston and I know."
"Is he going to tell the whole neighborhood?" thought Scarlett panic-stricken, reaching for her wrapper. But what could she do? She couldn’t go downstairs at this hour of the night and drag her father in from the street.
With no further warning, Gerald, who was hanging on the gate, threw back his head and began the "Lament," in a roaring bass. Scarlett rested her elbows on the window sill and listened, grinning unwillingly. It would be a beautiful song, if only her father could carry a tune. It was one of her favorite songs and, for a moment, she followed the fine melancholy of those verses beginning:"She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps And lovers are round her sighing."
The song went on and she heard stirrings in Pittypat’s and Melly’s rooms. Poor things, they’d certainly be upset. They were not used to full-blooded males like Gerald. When the song had finished, two forms merged into one, came up the walk and mounted the steps. A discreet knock sounded at the door.
"I suppose I must go down," thought Scarlett. "After all he’s my father and poor Pitty would die before she’d go." Besides, she didn’t want the servants to see Gerald in his present condition. And if Peter tried to put him to bed, he might get unruly. Pork was the only one who knew how to handle him.
She pinned the wrapper close about her throat, lit her bedside candle and hurried down the dark stairs into the front hall. Setting the candle on the stand, she unlocked the door and in the wavering light she saw Rhett Butler, not a ruffle disarranged, supporting her small, thickset father. The "Lament" had evidently been Gerald’s swan song for he was frankly hanging onto his companion’s arm. His hat was gone, his crisp long hair was tumbled in a white mane, his cravat was under one ear, and there were liquor stains down his shirt bosom.
"Your father, I believe?" said Captain Butler, his eyes amused in his swarthy face. He took in her dishabille in one glance that seemed to penetrate through her wrapper.
Her mouth fell open with horror at the audacity of his proposal. Just imagine what Pittypat and Melly cowering in their beds would think, should Captain Butler come upstairs!
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“哎哟,不用了!就放到这里,放在客厅的长沙发上好了。”
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"Mother of God, no! In here, in the parlor on that settee."
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“你是说寡妇自焚?”
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"The suttee, did you say?"
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“你要是留神把话说得文明一点,我就感激不尽了。这里,把他放下吧。”
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"I’ll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head. Here. Now lay him down."
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“要不要替他脱掉靴子?”
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"Shall I take off his boots?"
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“不要,他本来就是穿着靴子睡的。”
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"No. He’s slept in them before."
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她不小心说漏了嘴,恨不得咬断自己的舌头,因为他把杰拉尔德的两条腿交叉起来时轻轻地笑了。
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She could have bitten off her tongue for that slip, for he laughed softly as he crossed Gerald’s legs.
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“现在请你走吧。”
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"Please go, now."
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他走过黑暗的穿堂,拿起那顶掉在门槛上的帽子。
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He walked out into the dim hall and picked up the hat he had dropped on the doorsill.
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“星期天来吃午饭时再见吧,”他边说边走出门去,随后轻轻把门带上。
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"I will be seeing you Sunday at dinner," he said and went out, closing the door noiselessly behind him.
Scarlett arose at five-thirty, before the servants had come in from the back yard to start breakfast, and slipped down the steps to the quiet lower floor. Gerald was awake, sitting on the sofa, his hands gripping his bullet head as if he wished to crush it between his palms. He looked up furtively as she entered. The pain of moving his eyes was too excruciating to be borne and he groaned.
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“真要命,哎哟!”
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"Wurra the day!"
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“爸爸,你干的好事呀!”她忿忿地低声说。”那么晚回来,还唱歌把所有的邻居都吵醒了。”
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"It’s a fine way you’ve acted, Pa," she began in a furious whisper. "Coming home at such an hour and waking all the neighbors with your singing."
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“我唱歌了?”
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"I sang?"
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“唱了!把《挽歌》唱得震天响!”
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"Sang! You woke the echoes singing the ’Lament.’"
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“可我压根儿记不得了。”
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"’Tis nothing I’m remembering."
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“邻居们会到死还记得的。皮蒂帕特小姐和媚兰也是这样。”
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"The neighbors will remember it till their dying day and so will Miss Pittypat and Melanie."
"And to think, Pa, that you said only last night I had disgraced the family! Me, with my poor little dance to make money for the soldiers. Oh, I could cry."
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“好,别哭,”杰拉尔德用祈求的口气说。”我这可怜的脑袋还怎么受得了呀,它真的就要炸了!”
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"Well, don’t," pleaded Gerald. "’Twould be more than me poor head could stand and sure ’tis bursting now."
"Now Puss, now Puss, don’t you be hurt at what your poor old father said and him not meaning a thing and not understanding a thing! Sure, you’re a fine well-meaning girl, I’m sure."
"Ah, darling, I wouldn’t be doing that. ’Twas to tease you. You won’t be mentioning the money to your mother and her in a flutter about expenses already?"
"Well," he began wheedlingly, "we’ll be forgetting all that. And do you think a fine pretty lady like Miss Pittypat would be having any brandy in the house? The hair of the dog—"