柴科婷英美短篇小说10300120159 Thinking of these things he answered curtly: "When shall I start? Down-by-the-starn"Hemmings replied with a sort of fearful sprightlness: There 's a good fellow! I will send instructions; so glad to see you well. "Conferring on Scorrier a look--fine to the verge of vulgarity--he withdrew. Scorrier remained, seated; heavy with insignificance and vague oppression, as if he had drunk a tumbler of sweet port A week later, in company with Pippin, he was on board a liner The"King" Pippin of his school-days was now a man of forty-four. He awakened in Scorrier the uncertain wonder with which men look backward at their uncomplicated teens and staggering up and down the decks in the long Atlantic roll, he would steal glances at his companion, as if he expected to find out from them something about himself. Pippin had still King" Pippin's bright, fine hair, and dazzling streaks in his short beard; he had still a bright colour and suave voice, and what there were of wrinkles suggested only subtleties of humour and ironic sympathy. From the first, and apparently without negotiation, he had his seat at the captains table hich on the second day Scorrier too found himself translated, and had to sit, as he expressed it ruefully, "among the big-wigs During the voyage only one incident impressed itself on Scorrier's memory, and that for a disconcerting reason. In the forecastle were the usual complement of emigrants. One evening, leaning across the rail to watch them, he felt a touch on his am; and, looking round saw Pippins face and beard quivering in the lamplight. " Poor people! " he said. The idea flashed on Scorrier that he was like some fine wire sound-recording instrument Suppose he were to snap! he thought Impelled to justify this fancy, he blurted out You're a nervous chap. The way you look at those poor devils Pippin hustled him along the deck. "Come, come, you took me off my guard, "he murmured, with a sly, gentle smile, "thats not fair He found it a continual source of wonder that Pippin, at his age, should cut himself adrift from the associations and security of london life to begin a new career in a new country with dubious prospect of success. 'I always heard he was doing well all round, he thought; ' thinks he'll better himself, perhaps. He's a true Cornishman Bg-wgs:<口>要人,大亨 s Blurt out:脱口而出柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 3 Thinking of these things he answered curtly: "When shall I start?" "Down-by-the-starn" Hemmings replied with a sort of fearful sprightliness: "There's a good fellow! I will send instructions; so glad to see you well." Conferring on Scorrier a look--fine to the verge of vulgarity--he withdrew. Scorrier remained, seated; heavy with insignificance and vague oppression, as if he had drunk a tumbler of sweet port. A week later, in company with Pippin, he was on board a liner. The "King" Pippin of his school-days was now a man of forty-four. He awakened in Scorrier the uncertain wonder with which men look backward at their uncomplicated teens; and staggering up and down the decks in the long Atlantic roll, he would steal glances at his companion, as if he expected to find out from them something about himself. Pippin had still "King" Pippin's bright, fine hair, and dazzling streaks in his short beard; he had still a bright colour and suave voice, and what there were of wrinkles suggested only subtleties of humour and ironic sympathy. From the first, and apparently without negotiation, he had his seat at the captain's table, to which on the second day Scorrier too found himself translated, and had to sit, as he expressed it ruefully, "among the big-wigs4 ." During the voyage only one incident impressed itself on Scorrier's memory, and that for a disconcerting reason. In the forecastle were the usual complement of emigrants. One evening, leaning across the rail to watch them, he felt a touch on his arm; and, looking round, saw Pippin's face and beard quivering in the lamplight. "Poor people!" he said. The idea flashed on Scorrier that he was like some fine wire sound-recording instrument. 'Suppose he were to snap!' he thought. Impelled to justify this fancy, he blurted out5 : "You're a nervous chap. The way you look at those poor devils!" Pippin hustled him along the deck. "Come, come, you took me off my guard," he murmured, with a sly, gentle smile, "that's not fair." He found it a continual source of wonder that Pippin, at his age, should cut himself adrift from the associations and security of London life to begin a new career in a new country with dubious prospect of success. 'I always heard he was doing well all round,' he thought; 'thinks he'll better himself, perhaps. He's a true Cornishman.' 4 Big-wigs: <口> 要人，大亨 5 Blurt out: 脱口而出