柴科婷英美短篇小说103001201592 capable, too important, his figure, the cut of his iron-grey beard, and his intrusively fine eyes conveyed a continual courteous invitation to inspect their infallibilities. He stood, like a City Atlas, "with his legs apart, his coat-tails gathered in his hands, a whole globe of financial matters deftly balanced on his nose. " Look at me! he seemed to say. " It's heavy, but how easily I carry it. Not the man to let it down, Sir! I hope I see you well, Mr. Cormier, "he began. I have come round about our mine There is a question of a fresh field being opened up--between ourselves, not before it's wanted I find it difficult to get my board to take a comprehensive view. In short, the question is: Are you prepared to go out for us, and report on it? The fees will be all right. His left eye closed Things have been very--er-dicky; we are going to change our superintendent. I have got little Pippin--you know little Pippin? Scorrier murmured, with a feeling of vague resentment: "Oh yes. He's not a mining man! Hemmings replied: We think that he will do. "Do you? thought Scorrier; that's good of He had not altogether shaken off a worship he had felt for Pippin-"King"Pippin he was always called, when they had been boys at the Cambome Grammar-school. King" Pippin the boy with the bright colour, very bright hair, bright, subtle, elusive eyes, broad shoulders little stoop in the neck, and a way of mov ing it quickly like a bird; the boy who was always at the top of everything, and held his head as if looking for something further to be the top of He remembered how one day " King"Pippin had said to him in his soft way, " Young Scorrie I'll do your sums for you", and in answer to his dubious, "Is that all right? had replied, " Of course--l dont want you to get behind that beast Blake, he's not a Comishman"(the beast Blake was an Irishman not yet twelve ). He remembered, too, an occasion when "King"Pippin with two other boys fought six louts and got a licking, and how Pippin sat for half an hour afterwards, all bloody, his head in his hands, rocking to and fro, and weeping tears of motif ication; and how the next day he had sneaked off by himself, and, attacking the same gang, got frightfully mauled a second time Resentment:[心(因自卑压抑引起的)愤慨 3Mau:殴打柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 2 capable, too important, his figure, the cut of his iron-grey beard, and his intrusively fine eyes, conveyed a continual courteous invitation to inspect their infallibilities. He stood, like a City "Atlas," with his legs apart, his coat-tails gathered in his hands, a whole globe of financial matters deftly balanced on his nose. "Look at me!" he seemed to say. "It's heavy, but how easily I carry it. Not the man to let it down, Sir!" "I hope I see you well, Mr. Scorrier," he began. "I have come round about our mine. There is a question of a fresh field being opened up--between ourselves, not before it's wanted. I find it difficult to get my Board to take a comprehensive view. In short, the question is: Are you prepared to go out for us, and report on it? The fees will be all right." His left eye closed. "Things have been very--er--dicky; we are going to change our superintendent. I have got little Pippin--you know little Pippin?" Scorrier murmured, with a feeling of vague resentment2 : "Oh yes. He's not a mining man!" Hemmings replied: "We think that he will do." 'Do you?' thought Scorrier; 'that's good of you!' He had not altogether shaken off a worship he had felt for Pippin--"King" Pippin he was always called, when they had been boys at the Camborne Grammar-school. "King" Pippin! the boy with the bright colour, very bright hair, bright, subtle, elusive eyes, broad shoulders, little stoop in the neck, and a way of moving it quickly like a bird; the boy who was always at the top of everything, and held his head as if looking for something further to be the top of. He remembered how one day "King" Pippin had said to him in his soft way, "Young Scorrie, I'll do your sums for you"; and in answer to his dubious, "Is that all right?" had replied, "Of course--I don't want you to get behind that beast Blake, he's not a Cornishman" (the beast Blake was an Irishman not yet twelve). He remembered, too, an occasion when "King" Pippin with two other boys fought six louts and got a licking, and how Pippin sat for half an hour afterwards, all bloody, his head in his hands, rocking to and fro, and weeping tears of mortification; and how the next day he had sneaked off by himself, and, attacking the same gang, got frightfully mauled3 a second time. 2 Resentment: [心] （因自卑压抑引起的）愤慨 3 Maul: 殴打