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书名:外国文学经典:欧·亨利短篇小说选pdf/doc/txt格式电子书下载

推荐语:欧·亨利的短篇小说合集,被誉为“美国生活的百科全书”

作者:(美)欧·亨利(Henry,O)

出版社:外语教学与研究出版社

出版时间:2010-09-01

书籍编号:30169818

ISBN:9787513500739

正文语种:英文

字数:98341

版次:1

所属分类:外语学习-英语读物

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欧·亨利短篇小说选


插图本:英文


【美】欧·亨利(Henry,O) 著


外语教学与研究出版社

Chapter 1 The Gift of the Magi


One dollar and eighty-seven cents.That was all.And sixty cents of it was in pennies.Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one\'s cheek burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied.Three times Della counted it.One dollar and eighty-seven cents.And the next day would be Christmas.


There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.So Della did it.Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs,sniffles,and smiles,with sniffles predominating.


While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second,take a look at the home.A furnished flat at $8 per week.It did not exactly beggar description,but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad.


In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go,and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring.Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name‘Mr.James Dillingham Young.’


The‘Dillingham’had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week.Now,when the income was shrunk to $20,the letters of‘Dillingham’looked blurred,as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D.But whenever Mr.James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called‘Jim’and greatly hugged by Mrs.James Dillingham Young,already introduced to you as Della.Which is all very good.


Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag.She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard.To-morrow would be Christmas Day,and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present.She had been saving every penny she could for months,with this result.Twenty dollars a week doesn\'t go far.Expenses had been greater than she had calculated.They always are.Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim.Her Jim.Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him.Something fine and rare and sterling—something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.


There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room.Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat.A very thin and very agile person may,by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips,obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks.Della,being slender,had mastered the art.


Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass.Her eyes were shining brilliantly,but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds.Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.


Now,there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride.One was Jim\'s gold watch that had been his father\'s and his grandfather\'s.The other was Della\'s hair.Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft,Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty\'s jewels and girts.Had King Solomon been the janitor,with all his treasures piled up in the basement,Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed,just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.


So now Della\'s beautiful hair fell about her,rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters.It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her.And then she did it up again nervously and quickly.Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.


On went her old brown jacket;on went her old brown hat.With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes,she fluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street.


Where she stopped the sign read:‘Mme.Sofronie.Hair Goods of All Kinds.’One flight up Della ran,and collected herself,panting.Madame,large,too white,chilly,hardly looked the‘Sofronie.


‘Will you buy my hair?’asked Della.


‘I buy hair,’said Madame.‘Take yer hat off and let\'s have a sight at the looks of it.’


Down rippled the brown cascade.


‘Twenty dollars,’said Madame,lifting the mass with a practised hand.


‘Give it to me quick,’said Della.


Oh,and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings.Forget the hashed metaphor.She was ransacking the stores for Jim\'s present.


She found it at last.It surely had been made for Jim and no one else.There was no other like it in any of the stores,and she had turned all of them inside out.It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design,properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation—as all good things should do.It was even worthy of The Watch.As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim\'s.It was like him.Quietness and value—the description applied to both.Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it,and she hurried

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