蓝宝石项链（2）
《美丽英文》作者：方雪梅 2017-04-14 12:47
蓝宝石项链（2）
“宝石是真的吗？”
“当然是真的。质地虽不是最上乘的——但这的确是真的。”
“您还记得把它卖给谁了吗？”
“我卖给了一个叫珍的小姑娘。她想把它作为圣诞礼物送给她姐姐。”
“这串项链多少钱呢？”
“价格，”他严肃地告诉她，“是商家与顾客之间的秘密。”
“但珍是买不起这个的。她只有几便士的零花钱，怎么买得起这串宝石项链呢？”
“她给出的是最高价，”他说，“她支付了她所有的钱。”
沉默笼罩着这个小古玩店。皮特看着远处正在响着钟声的教堂尖塔。那鸣响的钟声，柜台上的小盒子，姑娘眼中的疑问，皮特心中难以名状的生命复苏感——这一切都源于一个小孩的爱。
“您为什么要这么做呢？”
皮特把手中的礼物递给她。
“已经是圣诞节早上了，”他说，“我想送礼物，但没什么人可送的，这太令人伤心了。我能送你回家，然后到你家的门口对你说一句圣诞快乐吗？”
于是，皮特和这位不知姓名的姑娘走出了店门，在给世界带来幸福的新年伊始，他们伴着齐鸣的钟声，走进了快乐的人群中。
A String of Blue Beads
Fulton Oursler
Pete Richard was the loneliest man in town on the day Jean Grace opened the door of his shop. It’s a small shop which had come down to him from his grandfather. The little front window was strewn with a disarray of old-fashioned things: bracelets and lockets worn in days before the Civil War, gold rings and silver boxes, images of jade and ivory, porcelain figurines1. On this winter’s afternoon a child was standing there, her forehead against the glass, earnest and enormous eyes studying each treasure as if she were looking for something quite special. Finally she straightened up with a satisfied air and entered the store.
The shadowy interior of Pete Richard’s establishment was even
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“宝石是真的吗？”
“当然是真的。质地虽不是最上乘的——但这的确是真的。”
“您还记得把它卖给谁了吗？”
“我卖给了一个叫珍的小姑娘。她想把它作为圣诞礼物送给她姐姐。”
“这串项链多少钱呢？”
“价格，”他严肃地告诉她，“是商家与顾客之间的秘密。”
“但珍是买不起这个的。她只有几便士的零花钱，怎么买得起这串宝石项链呢？”
“她给出的是最高价，”他说，“她支付了她所有的钱。”
沉默笼罩着这个小古玩店。皮特看着远处正在响着钟声的教堂尖塔。那鸣响的钟声，柜台上的小盒子，姑娘眼中的疑问，皮特心中难以名状的生命复苏感——这一切都源于一个小孩的爱。
“您为什么要这么做呢？”
皮特把手中的礼物递给她。
“已经是圣诞节早上了，”他说，“我想送礼物，但没什么人可送的，这太令人伤心了。我能送你回家，然后到你家的门口对你说一句圣诞快乐吗？”
于是，皮特和这位不知姓名的姑娘走出了店门，在给世界带来幸福的新年伊始，他们伴着齐鸣的钟声，走进了快乐的人群中。
A String of Blue Beads
Fulton Oursler
Pete Richard was the loneliest man in town on the day Jean Grace opened the door of his shop. It’s a small shop which had come down to him from his grandfather. The little front window was strewn with a disarray of old-fashioned things: bracelets and lockets worn in days before the Civil War, gold rings and silver boxes, images of jade and ivory, porcelain figurines1. On this winter’s afternoon a child was standing there, her forehead against the glass, earnest and enormous eyes studying each treasure as if she were looking for something quite special. Finally she straightened up with a satisfied air and entered the store.
The shadowy interior of Pete Richard’s establishment was even