诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第2章Part 15

"Funny how?"
"Acts sick, sounds sick, but she don't look sick. Good skin, bright eyes and strong as a bull."
"She's not strong. She can hardly walk without holding on to something."
"That's what I mean. Can't walk, but I seen her pick up the rocker with one hand."
"You didn't."
"Don't tell me. Ask Denver. She was right there with her."
"Denver! Come in here a minute."Denver stopped rinsing the porch and stuck her head in the window.
"Paul D says you and him saw Beloved pick up the rocking chair single-handed. That so?"
Long, heavy lashes made Denver's eyes seem busier than they were; deceptive, even when sheheld a steady gaze as she did now on Paul D. "No," she said. "I didn't see no such thing."
Paul D frowned but said nothing. If there had been an open latch between them, it would have closed.

“怎么个怪法？”
“动起来像有病，听起来像有病，可看上去却没病。皮肤好，眼睛亮，壮得像头牛。”
“她可不壮。她不扶东西几乎走不动。”
“说的就是呢。走是走不动，可我明明看见她用一只手拎起摇椅。”
“你净胡扯。”
“别跟我说呀。问丹芙去。她当时就在她身边。”
“丹芙!进来一下。”丹芙停住冲洗门廊的工作，把头探进窗户。
“保罗·D说你和他看见宠儿单手拎起摇椅。有那回事吗？”
又长又密的睫毛使丹芙的眼睛看起来比实际上更忙碌；而且不可靠，甚至当她像现在这样平静地盯着保罗·D的时候也是。“没有，”她说，“我压根儿没看见。”
保罗·D皱了皱眉头，没说什么。就算他们之间曾经有过一扇敞开的门，它也已经关上了。