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