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羊腿与谋杀LambtotheSlaughter
罗德·达尔RoaldDahl
罗尔德·达尔（RoaldDahl，1916-1990），挪威籍的英国杰出作家、剧作家和短篇小说作家，作品流传于大人或小孩中，极为知名。他比较著名的作品有：《查理与巧克力工厂》（dtheChocolateFactory）、《詹姆斯与大仙桃》（JamesaPeach）、《玛蒂尔达》（Matilda）、《女巫》（TheWitches）、《吹梦巨人》（TheBFG）。
Theroomwaswarmahesdrawablelampsalight-hersaheemptychairopposite。Onthesideboardbehiallglasses，sodawater，whiskey。FreshicetheThermosbucket。
MaryMaloneywaswaitingforherhusbandtofromwork。
Nowandagainsheattheclock，butwithoutaopleaseherselfwiththethoughtthateautegoimewhenhewoulde。Therewasaslowsmilingairabouther，ahihedropofaheadasshebentwascuriouslytranquil。Herskin-forthiswashersixthmonthwithchild-hadacquiredaworay，themouthwassoft，aheirnewplaedlargerdarkerthaheclocksaidteofive，shebegantolisten，aslater，punctuallyasalways，sheheardthetiresonthegraveloutside，andtheiepspassingthewiurninginthelock。Shelaidasidehersewing，stoodup，aforwardtokisshimashe。
“Hell，”shesaid。
“Hell，”heanswered。
&ookhisdhungitinthecloser。Thenshewalkedoverahedrinks，astrongishoneforhim，aweakoneforherself;andsoonshewasbainherchairwiththesewiheother，opposite，holdiallglasswithbothhands，rogitsotheicekledagainsttheside。
Forher，thiswasalwaysablissfultimeofday。Shekeakmutilthefirstdrinkwasfinished，andshe，onherside，wasttositquietly，enjoyinghispahelonghoursalohehouse。Shelovedtoluxuriateinthepresehisman，aasasuhesun-thatwarmmaleglowthattoherwhentheywerealoher。Shelovedhimforthewayhesatlooselyinachair，forthewayheadoor，ormovedslowlyacrosstheroomwithlongstrides。Shelovedi，farlookiheyrestedihefuhemouth，ahewayheremaihistiredingstillwithhimselfuntilthewhiskeyhadtakea>
“Tireddarling?”
“Yes，”hesaid。“I’mtired。”Andashespoke，hedidanunusualthiedhisglassainoneswallowalthoughtherewasstillhalfofit，atleasthalfofitleft。Shewasghim，butshekhehaddonebecausesheheardtheicecubesfallingbastthebottomoftheemptyglasswhenheloweredhisarm。Hepausedamoment，leaningforwardiheupaslowlyovertofetchhimselfanother。
“I’llgetit!”shecried，jumpingup。
“Sitdo>
Whenhecamebaoticedthatthenewdrinkwasdarkamberwiththequantityofwhiskeyinit。
“Darling，shallIgetyourslippers?”
“No。”
&chedhimashebegantosipthedarkyellowdrink，andshecouldseelittleoilyswirlsintheliquidbecauseitwass。
“Ithinkit’sashame，”shesaid，“thatoligetstobeasseniorasyou，theykeephimwalkingaboutoalldaylong。”
&answer，soshebentherheadagaihhersewiimeheliftedthedrinktohislips，sheheardtheicekingagainstthesideoftheglass。
“Darling，”shesaid。“Wouldyoulikemetogetyousomecheese?Ihaven’tmadeanysupperbecauseit’sThursday。”
“No，”hesaid。
“Ifyou’retootiredtoeatout，”shewenton，“it’sstillnottoolate。There’spleuffinthefreezer，andyouhaveitrighthereandnotevehechair。”
&edonhimforananswer，asmile，alittlenod，buthemadenosign。
“Aoyousomedcrackersfirst。”
“Idon’twantit，”hesaid。
Shemoveduneasilyinherchair，thelargeeyesstillwatghisfausteat!I’llfixitanyway，andthenyouhaveitornot，asyoulike。”
&oodupandplacedhersewiablebythelamp。
“Sitdown。”hesaid。“Justforamidown。”
Itwasn’ttillthehtened。
“Goon，”hesaid。“Sitdown。”
Sheloweredherselfbackslowlyintothechair，watghimallthetimewiththe，bewilderedeyes。Hehadfihesekandwasstaringdownintotheglass，frowning。
“Listen，”hesaid。“I’vegotsomethingtotellyou。”
“Whatisit，darling?What’sthematter?”
