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You can't get out. You're my prisoner, he said. His eyes were merry but hard.
“你不能出去。你是我的俘虜。”他對她說。雖是逗樂，他的目光卻很堅定。
You let me go.
“你讓我走。”
No! He pushed her down, ran out the door that separated the rooms, and held it shut with his hands. Pecola's banging on the door increased his gasping, high-pitched laughter.
“不讓！”他把她推倒在地，跑出房間，用雙手使勁兒拉住關上的房門。佩科拉越砸門，裘尼爾越笑得喘不上氣來。
The tears came fast, and she held her face in her hands. When something soft and furry moved around her ankles, she jumped, and saw it was the cat. He wound himself in and about her legs. Momentarily distracted from her fear, she squatted down to touch him, her hands wet from the tears. The cat rubbed up against her knee. He was black all over, deep silky black, and his eyes, pointing down toward his nose, were bluish green. The light made them shine like blue ice. Pecola rubbed the cat's head; he whined, his tongue kicking with pleasure. The blue eyes in the black face held her.
佩科拉用雙手捂著臉，眼淚嘩嘩地流。突然她驚跳起來，覺著有毛茸茸的東西在磨蹭著她的腳踝。一看，原來是那只貓在她的雙腿之間來回環繞。她暫時忘卻了恐懼，蹲下去摸了摸貓，手上還帶著淚水。貓緊挨著她的雙膝。只見它一身黑毛，烏黑發亮，藍綠色的眼睛一端指向鼻子，在光線下顯得像藍色冰球。佩科拉撫摸若貓頭；貓輕輕叫了幾聲，伸伸舌頭表示愜意，嵌在黑臉龐里的藍眼睛直直地看著她。
Junior, curious at not hearing her sobs, opened the door, and saw her squatting down rubbing the cat's back. He saw the cat stretching its head and fattening its eyes. He had seen that expression manytimes as the animal responded to his mother's touch.
裘尼爾聽不到佩科拉的哭聲感到奇怪，推開房門看見她正蹲茬撫摸貓的脊背。只見那貓伸長了脖子瞇起雙眼。他曾無數次地見過此種表情。他媽撫摸它時它就是這種表情。
Gimme my cat! His voice broke. With a movement both awkward and sure he snatched the cat by one of its hind legs and began to swing it around his head in a circle.
“把貓給我！”他聲嘶力竭地喊道。他既笨拙又果斷地一把抓住貓的一條后腿，在頭上轉圈揮舞。
Stop that!Pecola was screaming. The cat's free paws were stiffened, ready to grab anything to restore balance, its mouth wide, its eyes blue streaks of horror.
“住手！”佩科拉尖叫起來。貓的另幾條腿直挺挺的，隨時準備抓住東西以恢復平衡。嘴張得大大的，眼里閃著恐懼的藍光。
