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A Radcliffe girl was at the piano. She looked up. An ugly, big shouldered hippie Radcliffe girl, annoyed at my invasion.
一個拉德克利夫的女生正坐著彈琴。她抬起頭來。原來是一個長相難看、肩膀很寬的嬉皮士，見我貿然闖進去很有點兒惱火。
"What's the matter, man?" she asked.
“怎么回事，老兄?”她問。
"Sorry,"I replied, and closed the door again.
“對不起，”我回了一聲，重又把門關上。
Then I tried Harvard Square. Nothing.
隨后我又去哈佛廣場試了試運氣。連她的影子也沒有。
Where would Jenny have gone?
詹妮上哪兒去了呢？
I just stood there, lost in the darkness of Harvard Square, not knowing where to go or what to do next. A colored guy approached me and inquired if I was in need of a fix. I kind of absently replied, "No, thank you, sir."
我茫然地站在那兒，置身于哈佛廣場的黑暗之中，不知道下一步再去哪兒或者干什么才好。一個黑人走到我跟前，問我要不要“來一針”。我有點心不在焉地回答說：“謝謝，不要，先生?！?/div>
I wasn't running now. I mean, what was the rush to return to the empty house? It was very late — almost 1 A. M. — and I was numb — more with fright than with the cold (although it wasn't warm, believe me). From several yards off, I thought I saw someone sitting on the top of the steps. This had to be my eyes playing tricks, because the figure was motionless.
現在我不再奔跑。我的意思是說，還那么急匆匆地趕回空蕩蕩的家里干什么呢？時間很晚了——已近凌晨一點——我渾身麻木，與其說是因為天冷，還不如說是因為害怕（不過，天氣也確實不暖和，真的）。到了離家門口還有幾碼的地方，我覺得好像看到有個人坐在臺階上。這一定是我的眼睛看花了，因為那黑影兒一動也不動。
But it was Jenny.
然而，那卻是詹妮。
She was sitting on the top step.
她坐在最高的一級臺階上。
I was too tired to panic, too relieved to speak. Inwardly I hoped she had some blunt instrument with which to hit me.
我已累得沒力氣表示驚慌；同時又感到如釋重負，已沒必要再說什么了。我心里只希望她能有件什么鈍器給我一下子。
