柴科婷英美短篇小说103001201596 sir--who went out for us " These sentences were murmured in a way suggestive of their uncommon value. The director uncrossed his legs and bowed. Scomier also bowed, and Hemmings. leaning back slowly developed the full resources of his waistcoat So you are going out again, Scorrier, for the other side? I tell Mr. Scorrier, sir, that he is going out for the enemy. Don't find them a mine as good as you found us, there 's a good The little director asked explosively: "See our last dividend 4? Twenty per cent; eh, what? Hemmings moved a finger, as if reproving his director. "I will not disguise from you, " he murmured," that there is friction between us and--the enemy; you know our position too well--just a little too well, eh? 'anod's as good as a wink. His diplomatic eyes flattered Scorrier, who passed a hand over his bro w--and said: "Of course Pippin doesnt hit it off with them5. Between ourselves, he's a leetleb too big for his boots. You know what it is when a man in his position gets a sudden rise! Scorrier caught himself searching on the floor for a sight of Hemm ings boots he raised his eyes guiltily. The secretary continued: We don 't hear from him quite as often as we should like. in fact To his own surprise Scorrier murmured: " It's a silent place The secretary smiled. " Very good! Mr. Scorrier says, sir, it's a silent place; ha-ha! I call that very good But suddenly a secret irritation seemed to bubble in him; he burst forth almost violently: " He's no business to let it affect him; now, has he? i put it to you, Mr. Scorrier, I put it to you, sir! But Scorrier made no reply, and soon af ter took his leave: he had been asked to convey a friendly hint to Pippin that more frequent letters would be welcomed. Stand ing in the shadow 4 Dividend:红利,股息 13 Hit it off with: have a good friendly relationship with sb和某人投缘 6Lete:这里就是指lit,这里是 Hemmings说话故意拖长音,暗示强调 1 Bubble in:充溢,这里指 Mr Scorrier一下子愤怒之极 18Be/ have no business to do.无权做某事
柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 6 sir--who went out for us." These sentences were murmured in a way suggestive of their uncommon value. The director uncrossed his legs, and bowed. Scorrier also bowed, and Hemmings, leaning back, slowly developed the full resources of his waistcoat. "So you are going out again, Scorrier, for the other side? I tell Mr. Scorrier, sir, that he is going out for the enemy. Don't find them a mine as good as you found us, there's a good man." The little director asked explosively: "See our last dividend14? Twenty per cent; eh, what?" Hemmings moved a finger, as if reproving his director. "I will not disguise from you," he murmured, "that there is friction between us and--the enemy; you know our position too well--just a little too well, eh? 'A nod's as good as a wink.'" His diplomatic eyes flattered Scorrier, who passed a hand over his brow--and said: "Of course." "Pippin doesn't hit it off with them15. Between ourselves, he's a leetle16 too big for his boots. You know what it is when a man in his position gets a sudden rise!" Scorrier caught himself searching on the floor for a sight of Hemmings' boots; he raised his eyes guiltily. The secretary continued: "We don't hear from him quite as often as we should like, in fact." To his own surprise Scorrier murmured: "It's a silent place!" The secretary smiled. "Very good! Mr. Scorrier says, sir, it's a silent place; ha-ha! I call that very good!" But suddenly a secret irritation seemed to bubble in17 him; he burst forth almost violently: "He's no business18 to let it affect him; now, has he? I put it to you, Mr. Scorrier, I put it to you, sir!" But Scorrier made no reply, and soon after took his leave: he had been asked to convey a friendly hint to Pippin that more frequent letters would be welcomed. Standing in the shadow 14Dividend: 红利，股息 15 Hit it off with: have a good friendly relationship with sb 和某人投缘 16 Leetle: 这里就是指 little，这里是 Hemmings 说话故意拖长音，暗示强调 17 Bubble in: 充溢，这里指 Mr. Scorrier 一下子愤怒之极 18 Be/ have no business to do: 无权做某事
柴科婷英美短篇小说10300120159 of the Royal Exchange, waiting to thread his way across, he thought: 'So you must have noise, must you-you've got some here, and to spare On his arrival in the new world he wired to pippin asking if he might stay with him on the way up country, and received the answer: "Be sure and come a week later he arrived(there was now a railway )and found Pippin waiting for him in a phaeton. Scorrier would not have known the place again; there was a glitter over everything as if some one had touched it with a wand. The tracks had given place to roads, running fim straight, and black between the trees under brilliant sunshine, the wooden houses were all painted; out in the gleaming harbour amongst the green of islands lay three steamers, each with a fleet of busy boats; and here and there a tiny yacht floated, like a sea-bird on the water Pippin drove his long-tailed horses furiously; his eyes brimmedzo with subtle kindness, as if according Scorrier a continual welcome. During the two days of his stay Scorrier never lost that sense of glamour. He had every opportunity for observing the grip Pippin had over every thing. The wooden doors and walls of his bungalow kept out no sounds. He listened to interviews between his host and all kinds and conditions of men. the voices of the visitors would rise at first--angry, discontented, matter-of-fact, with nasal twang, or guttural drawl; then would come the soft patter of the superintendent's feet crossing and recrossing the room Then a pause, the sound of hard breathing, and quick questions--the visitor's voice again, again the patter, and Pippins ingratiating but decisive murmurs. Presently out would come the visitor with an expression on his face which Scomier soon began to know by heart, a kind of pleased, puzzled, helpless look, which seemed to say, "Ive been done, I know--I'll give it to myself when I'm round the corner Pippin was full of wistful questions about"home. He wanted to talk of music, pictures plays, of how London looked what new streets there were, and, above all, whether Scorrier had been lately in the West Country. He talked of getting leave next winter, asked whether Scorrier thought they would"put up with him at home"; then, with the agitation which had alarmed Scorrier before, he added: "Ah! but I'm not fit for home now. One gets spoiled; it's big and silent here what should i go back to? i don' t seem to realise Thread:穿过,通行 20 Brim with:盛满,满,这里指Ppin热泪盈眶
柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 7 of the Royal Exchange, waiting to thread19 his way across, he thought: 'So you must have noise, must you--you've got some here, and to spare....' On his arrival in the new world he wired to Pippin asking if he might stay with him on the way up country, and received the answer: "Be sure and come." A week later he arrived (there was now a railway) and found Pippin waiting for him in a phaeton. Scorrier would not have known the place again; there was a glitter over everything, as if some one had touched it with a wand. The tracks had given place to roads, running firm, straight, and black between the trees under brilliant sunshine; the wooden houses were all painted; out in the gleaming harbour amongst the green of islands lay three steamers, each with a fleet of busy boats; and here and there a tiny yacht floated, like a sea-bird on the water. Pippin drove his long-tailed horses furiously; his eyes brimmed20 with subtle kindness, as if according Scorrier a continual welcome. During the two days of his stay Scorrier never lost that sense of glamour. He had every opportunity for observing the grip Pippin had over everything. The wooden doors and walls of his bungalow kept out no sounds. He listened to interviews between his host and all kinds and conditions of men. The voices of the visitors would rise at first--angry, discontented, matter-of-fact, with nasal twang, or guttural drawl; then would come the soft patter of the superintendent's feet crossing and recrossing the room. Then a pause, the sound of hard breathing, and quick questions--the visitor's voice again, again the patter, and Pippin's ingratiating but decisive murmurs. Presently out would come the visitor with an expression on his face which Scorrier soon began to know by heart, a kind of pleased, puzzled, helpless look, which seemed to say, "I've been done, I know--I'll give it to myself when I'm round the corner." Pippin was full of wistful questions about "home." He wanted to talk of music, pictures, plays, of how London looked, what new streets there were, and, above all, whether Scorrier had been lately in the West Country. He talked of getting leave next winter, asked whether Scorrier thought they would "put up with him at home"; then, with the agitation which had alarmed Scorrier before, he added: "Ah! but I'm not fit for home now. One gets spoiled; it's big and silent here. What should I go back to? I don't seem to realise." 19 Thread: 穿过，通行 20 Brim with: 盛满，满，这里指 Pippin 热泪盈眶
柴科婷英美短篇小说10300120159 Scorrier thought of Hemmings. Tis a bit cramped there, certainly " he muttered Pippin went on as if divining his thoughts. "I suppose our friend Hemmings would call me foolish: he's above the little weaknesses of imagination, eh? Yes: its silent here Sometimes in the evening I would give my head for somebody to talk to--Hemmings would never give his head for anything, I think. But all the same, I couldn ' t face them at home Spoiled " And slyly he murmured: "What would the Board say if they could hear that? Scorrier blurted out: To tell you the truth, they complain a little of not hearing from you Pippin put out a hand, as if to push something away. "Let them try the life here! " he broke out; "it's like sitting on a live volcano--what with our friends, 'the enemy, over there the men; the American competition. I keep it going, Scorrier, but at what a cost--at what a ost! But surely--letters? Pippin only answered: " I try--I try! Scorrier felt with remorse and wonder that he had spoken the truth. The following day he left for his inspection, and while in the camp of"the enemy"much was the talk he heard of Pippin Why! "said his host, the superintendent, a little man with a face somewhat like an owls d'you know the name they've given him down in the capital-the King--good, eh? He's made them ' sit up' all along this coast. I like him well enough--good--hearted man, shocking nervous; but my people down there can't stand him at any price. Sir, he runs this colony. You'd think butter wouldn ' t melt in that mouth of his; but he always gets his way; that' s what riles em so; that and the success he's making of his mine. It puzzles me, you'd think he'd only be too glad of a quiet life a man with his nerves. But no, he' s never happy unless he's fighting something where he's got a chance to score a victory. I won' t say he likes it, but, by Jove,it seems he's got to do it. Now that's funny I'll tell you one thing, though shouldn't be a bit surprised if he broke down some day; and I'll tell you another, he added darkly, "he's sailing very near the wind, with those large contracts that he makes. i wouldn,' t care to take his risks Just let them have a strike or something that shuts them down for a spell--and mark my 2Rile:使恼火
柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 8 Scorrier thought of Hemmings. "'Tis a bit cramped there, certainly," he muttered. Pippin went on as if divining his thoughts. "I suppose our friend Hemmings would call me foolish; he's above the little weaknesses of imagination, eh? Yes; it's silent here. Sometimes in the evening I would give my head for somebody to talk to--Hemmings would never give his head for anything, I think. But all the same, I couldn't face them at home. Spoiled!" And slyly he murmured: "What would the Board say if they could hear that?" Scorrier blurted out: "To tell you the truth, they complain a little of not hearing from you." Pippin put out a hand, as if to push something away. "Let them try the life here!" he broke out; "it's like sitting on a live volcano--what with our friends, 'the enemy,' over there; the men; the American competition. I keep it going, Scorrier, but at what a cost--at what a cost!" "But surely--letters?" Pippin only answered: "I try--I try!" Scorrier felt with remorse and wonder that he had spoken the truth. The following day he left for his inspection, and while in the camp of "the enemy" much was the talk he heard of Pippin. "Why!" said his host, the superintendent, a little man with a face somewhat like an owl's, "d'you know the name they've given him down in the capital--'the King'--good, eh? He's made them 'sit up' all along this coast. I like him well enough--good--hearted man, shocking nervous; but my people down there can't stand him at any price. Sir, he runs this colony. You'd think butter wouldn't melt in that mouth of his; but he always gets his way; that's what rile21s 'em so; that and the success he's making of his mine. It puzzles me; you'd think he'd only be too glad of a quiet life, a man with his nerves. But no, he's never happy unless he's fighting, something where he's got a chance to score a victory. I won't say he likes it, but, by Jove, it seems he's got to do it. Now that's funny! I'll tell you one thing, though shouldn't be a bit surprised if he broke down some day; and I'll tell you another," he added darkly, "he's sailing very near the wind, with those large contracts that he makes. I wouldn't care to take his risks. Just let them have a strike, or something that shuts them down for a spell--and mark my 21 Rile: 使恼火