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发表于 2008-5-10 19:06:46
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原文中有爱的几句话:
Anger, disappointment, guilt. Even a touch of incredulity.
He had wanted to give Sherry a glorious death; an execution that would have lingered, an explosive death, if possible with tears, at great minimum with an expression reflecting the terror he would have inflicted upon her soul. Here he was, carrying in his arms her lifeless body, like an older brother carrying a sleeping sibling. Now he could feel his eyes moisten, his pride shattered, his hopes swept away by an involuntary reflex.
Sherry had just died a beautiful death, yes, but he had been a poor executioner. Her final reply had been magnificent, but just as sharp as the thorny roses she had chosen to use. He had to admit to himself that he agreed with the boy lying at his feet, from whom he could hear a sob strangled with grief.
Sherry's final reply had come way too soon. |
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