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全新版大学英语(第二版)综合教程1课文翻译

Unit 1

Writing for Myself

Russell Baker 1 The idea of becoming a writer had come to me off and on since my childhood in Belleville, but it wasn't until my third year in high school that the possibility took hold. Until then I've been bored by everything associated with English courses. I found English grammar dull and difficult. I hated the assignments to turn out long, lifeless paragraphs that were agony for teachers to read and for me to write.

为自己而写

拉塞尔·贝克从孩提时代,我还住在贝尔维尔时,我的脑子里就断断续续地转着当作家的念头,但直等到我高中三年级,这一想法才有了实现的可能。在这之前,我对所有跟英文课沾边的事都感到腻味。我觉得英文语法枯燥难懂。我痛恨那些长而乏味的段落写作,老师读着受累,我写着痛苦。

2 When our class was assigned to Mr. Fleagle for third-year English I anticipated another cheerless year in that most tedious of subjects. Mr. Fleagle had a reputation among students for dullness and inability to inspire. He was said to be very formal, rigid and hopelessly out of date. To me he looked to be sixty or seventy and excessively prim.He wore primly severe eyeglasses, his wavy hair was primly cut and primly combed. He wore prim suits with neckties set primly against the collar buttons of his white shirts. He had a primly pointed jaw, a primly straight nose, and a prim manner of speaking that was so correct, so gentlemanly, that he seemed a comic antique.

弗利格尔先生接我们的高三英文课时,我就准备着在这门最最单调乏味的课上再熬上沉闷的一年。弗利格尔先生在学生中以其说话干巴和激励学生无术而出名。据说他拘谨刻板,完全落后于时代。我看他有六七十岁了,古板之极。他戴着古板的毫无装饰的眼镜,微微卷曲的头发剪得笔齐,梳得纹丝不乱。他身穿古板的套装,领带端端正正地顶着白衬衣的领扣。他长着古板的尖下巴,古板的直鼻梁,说起话来一本正经,字斟句酌,彬彬有礼,活脱脱一个滑稽的老古董。

3 I prepared for an unfruitful year with Mr. Fleagle and for a long time was not disappointed. Late in the year we tackled the informal essay. Mr. Fleagle distributed a homework sheet offering us a choice of topics. None was quite so simple-minded as "What I Did on My Summer Vacation",; but most seemed to be almost as dull. I took the list home and did nothing until the night before the essay was due. Lying on the sofa, I finally faced up to the unwelcome task, took the list out of my notebook, and scanned it. The topic on which my eye stopped was "The Art of Eating Spaghetti".

我作好准备,打算在弗利格尔先生的班上一无所获地混上一年,不少日子过去了,还真不出所料。后半学期我们学写随笔小品文。弗利格尔先生发下一张家庭作业纸,出了不少题目供我们选择。像"暑假二三事"那样傻乎乎的题目倒是一个也没有,但绝大多数一样乏味。我把作文题带回家,一直没写,直到要交作业的前一天晚上。我躺在沙发上,最终不得不面对这一讨厌的功课,便从笔记本里抽出作文题目单粗粗一看。我的目光落在"吃意大利细面条的艺术"这个题目上。

4 This title produced an extraordinary sequence of mental images. Vivid memories came flooding back of a night in Belleville when all of us were seated around the supper table — Uncle Allen, my mother, Uncle Charlie, Doris, Uncle Hal — and Aunt Pat served spaghetti for supper. Spaghetti was still a little known foreign dish in those days. Neither Doris nor I had ever eaten spaghetti, and none of the adults had enough experience to be good at it. All the good humor of Uncle Allen's house reawoke in my mind as I recalled the laughing arguments we had that night about the socially respectable method for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth.

这个题目在我脑海里唤起了一连串不同寻常的图像。贝尔维尔之夜的清晰的回忆如潮水一般涌来,当时,我们大家一起围坐在晚餐桌旁——艾伦舅舅、我母亲、查理舅舅、多丽丝、哈尔舅舅——帕特舅妈晚饭做的是意大利细面条。那时意大利细面条还是很少听说的异国食品。多丽丝和我都还从来没吃过,在

座的大人也是经验不足,没有一个吃起来得心应手的。艾伦舅舅家诙谐有趣的场景全都重现在我的脑海中,我回想起来,当晚我们笑作一团,争论着该如何地把面条从盘子上送到嘴里才算合乎礼仪。

5 Suddenly I wanted to write about that, about the warmth and good feeling of it, but I wanted to put it down simply for my own joy, not for Mr. Fleagle. It was a moment I wanted to recapture and hold for myself. I wanted to relive the pleasure of that evening. To write it as I wanted, however, would violate all the rules of formal composition I'd learned in school, and Mr. Fleagle would surely give it a failing grade. Never mind. I would write something else for Mr. Fleagle after I had written this thing for myself.

突然我就想描述那一切,描述当时那种温馨美好的气氛,但我把它写下来仅仅是想自得其乐,而不是为弗利格尔先生而写。那是我想重新捕捉并珍藏在心中的一个时刻。我想重温那个夜晚的愉快。然而,照我希望的那样去写,就会违反我在学校里学的正式作文的种种法则,弗利格尔先生也肯定会打它一个不及格。没关系。等我为自己写好了之后,我可以再为弗利格尔先生写点什么别的东西。

6 When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no time left to compose a proper, respectable essay for Mr. Fleagle. There was no choice next morning but to turn in my tale of the Belleville supper. Two days passed before Mr. Fleagle returned the graded papers, and he returned everyone's but mine. I was preparing myself for a command to report to Mr. Fleagle immediately after school for discipline when I saw him lift my paper from his desk and knock for the class's attention.

等我写完时已是半夜时分,再没时间为弗利格尔先生写一篇循规蹈矩、像模像样的文章了。第二天上午,我别无选择,只好把我为自己而写的贝尔维尔晚餐的故事交了上去。两天后弗利格尔先生发还批改过的作文,他把别人的都发了,就是没有我的。我正准备着遵命一放学就去弗利格尔先生那儿挨训,却看见他从桌上拿起我的作文,敲了敲桌子让大家注意听。

7 "Now, boys," he said. "I want to read you an essay. This is titled, 'The Art of Eating Spaghetti'."

"好了,孩子们,"他说。"我要给你们念一篇小品文。文章的题目是:吃意大利细面条的艺术。"

8 And he started to read. My words! He was reading my words out loud to the entire class. What's more, the entire class was listening. Listening attentively. Then somebody laughed, then the entire class was laughing, and not in contempt and ridicule, but with open-hearted enjoyment. Even Mr. Fleagle stopped two or three times to hold back a small prim smile.

于是他开始念了。是我写的!他给全班大声念我写的文章。更不可思议的是,全班同学都在听着他念,而且听得很专心。有人笑出声来,接着全班都笑了,不是轻蔑嘲弄,而是乐乎乎地开怀大笑。就连弗利格尔先生也停顿了两三次,好抑制他那一丝拘谨的微笑。

9 I did my best to avoid showing pleasure, but what I was feeling was pure delight at this demonstration that my words had the power to make people laugh. In the eleventh grade, at the eleventh hour as it were, I had discovered a calling. It was the happiest moment of my entire school career. When Mr. Fleagle finished he put the final seal on my happiness by saying, "Now that, boys, is an essay, don't you see. It's — don't you see — it's of the very essence of the essay, don't you see. Congratulations, Mr. Baker."

我尽力不流露出得意的心情,但是看到我写的文章竟然能使别人大笑,我真是心花怒放。就在十一年级,可谓是最后的时刻,我找到了一个今生想做的事。这是我整个求学生涯中最幸福的一刻。弗利格尔先生念完后说道:"瞧,孩子们,这就是小品文,懂了没有。这才是——知道吗——这才是小品文的精髓,知道了没有。祝贺你,贝克先生。"他这番话使我沉浸在十全十美的幸福之中。

·Headings

1 Baker's feelings about English courses

2 Baker's impression of his new English teacher

3 A topic that attracts Baker's attention

4 Vivid memories the title brought back

5 Baker's sudden desire to write about that topic

6 Answer: Anticipating punishment

7 Mr. Fleagle's announcement

8 Classmates' response to the essay

9 What Baker discovered

·Main ideas

Part One (Paras 1-2) Baker was bored by everything associated with English courses, including essay writing. Part Two (Paras 3-5) Baker found himself attracted by one particular topic and wrote about it for his own joy. Part Three (Paras 6-9) The experience of writing the essay helped him discover his talent for writing and realize what he wished to do in life.

Unit 2

Text A

All the Cabbie Had Was a Letter

Foster Furcolo 1 He must have been completely lost in something he was reading because I had to tap on the windshield to get his attention.

出租车司机拥有的就剩一封信

福斯特·弗克洛他准是完全沉浸在所读的东西里了,因为我不得不敲挡风玻璃来引起他的注意。

2 "Is your cab available?" I asked when he finally looked up at me. He nodded, then said apologetically as I settled into the back seat, "I'm sorry, but I was reading a letter." He sounded as if he had a cold or something.

他总算抬头看我了。“你出车吗?”我问道。他点点头,当我坐进后座时,他抱歉地说:“对不起,我在读一封信。”听上去他像是得了感冒什么的。

3 "I'm in no hurry," I told him. "Go ahead and finish your letter."

“我不着急,”我对他说,“你接着把信读完吧。”

4 He shook his head. "I've read it several times already. I guess I almost know it by heart."

他摇了摇头。“我已经读了好几遍了。我想我都能背出来了。”

5 "Letters from home always mean a lot," I said. " At least they do with me because I'm on the road so much." Then, estimating that he was 60 or 70 years old, I guessed: "From a child or maybe a grandchild?"

“家书抵万金啊,”我说。“至少对我来说是这样,因为我老是在外旅行。”我估量他有六七十岁了,便猜测说:“是孩子还是孙子写来的?”

6 " This isn't family," he replied. "Although," he went on, " come to think of it, it might just as well have been family. Old Ed was my oldest friend. In fact, we used to call each other 'Old Friend' -- when we'd meet, that is. I'm not much of a hand at writing."

“不是家里人,”他回答说。“不过,”他接着说,“想起来,也可以算是一家人了。埃德老伙计是我最老的朋友了。实际上,过去我俩总是以…老朋友?相称的——就是说,当我俩相见时。我这人就是不大会写东西。”

7 "I don't think any of us keep up our correspondence too well," I said. "I know I don't. But I take it he's someone you've known quite a while?"

“我看大家写信都不那么勤快,”我说,“我自己笔头就很懒。我看,你认识他挺久了吧?”

8 "All my life, practically. We were kids together, so we go way back."

“差不多认识了一辈子了。我俩小时候就一起玩,所以我俩的友谊确实很长了。”

9 " Went to school together?"

“一起上的学?”

10 "All the way through high school. We were in the same class, in fact, through both grade and high

school."

“都一起上到高中呢。事实上,我俩从小学到高中都在一个班里。”

11 "There are not too many people who've had such a long friendship," I said.

“保持这么长久友谊的人可真不多见啊,”我说。

12 "Actually," the driver went on, "I hadn't seen him more than once or twice a year over the past 25 or 30 years because I moved away from the old neighborhood and you kind of lose touch even though you never forget. He was a great guy."

“其实呢,”司机接着说,“近25到30年来,我跟他一年只见一两次面,因为我从原来住的街区搬了出来,联系自然就少了,虽说你一直放在心上。他在的时候可真是个大好人。”

13 "You said 'was'. Does that mean —?"

“你刚才说他…在的时候?。你是说——?”

14 He nodded. "Died a couple of weeks ago."

他点了点头。“前几个星期过世啦。”

15 "I'm sorry," I said. "It's no fun to lose any friend -- and losing a real old one is even tougher."

“真遗憾,”我说,“失去朋友真不是个滋味,失去个真正的老朋友更让人受不了。”

16 He didn't reply to that, and we rode on in silence for a few minutes. But I realized that Old Ed was still on his mind when he spoke again, almost more to himself than to me: "I should have kept in touch. Yes," he repeated, "I should have kept in touch."

他开着车,没有接话儿。我们沉默了几分钟。可我知道他还在想着老埃德。他又开口时,与其说是跟我说话,还不如说是自言自语:“我真该一直保持联系。真的,”他重复道,“我真该一直保持联系。”

17 "Well," I agreed, "we should all keep in touch with old friends more than we do. But things come up and we just don't seem to find the time."

“是啊,”我表示赞同,“我们都该与老朋友保持更多的联系。不过总是有事情冒出来,好像就是抽不出空来。”

18 He shrugged. "We used to find the time," he said. "That's even mentioned in the letter." He handed it over to me. "Take a look."

他耸了耸肩。“我们过去总能抽出空来,”他说。“信里还提到呢。”他把信递给我,“你看看吧。”

19 "Thanks," I said, "but I don't want to read your mail. That's pretty personal."

“谢谢你,”我说,“不过我不想读你的信。这纯属私事。”

20 The driver shrugged. "Old Ed's dead. There's nothing personal now. Go ahead," he urged me.

司机耸一耸肩。“老埃德人都死了。没什么私事不私事了。看吧,”他催促说。

21 The letter was written in pencil. It began with the greeting "Old Friend,"and the first sentence reminded me of myself. I've been meaning to write for some time, but I've always postponed it. It then went on to say that he often thought about the good times they had had together when they both lived in the same neighborhood. It had references to things that probably meant something to the driver, such as the time Tim Shea broke the window, the Halloween that we tied Old Mr. Parker's gate, and when Mrs. Culver used to keep us after school.

信是用铅笔写的。称呼写着“老朋友”,而开头第一句话让我想到自己。“早就想写信了,可就是一拖再拖。” 信里接着写道,他常常回想从前两人住在一个街区时的快乐时光。信里提到些事,可能对司机很重要,比如“那次蒂姆·谢打破窗子,那年万圣节前夕,我们把老帕克先生的大门拴了起来,还有卡尔弗太太老是在放学后把咱俩留下训斥的那阵子”。

22 "You must have spent a lot of time together," I said to him.

“你们俩准是在一起度过了不少时光,”我对他说。

23" Like it says there," he answered, "about all we had to spend in those days was time." He shook his head: "Time."

“就跟信里写的那样,”他回答说,“我俩在那个时候能花的只有时间。”他摇头叹道:“时间啊。”

24 I thought the next paragraph of the letter was a little sad: I began the letter with "Old Friend" because that's

what we've become over the years--old friends. And there aren't many of us left.

信里接下来的那段我觉得有点凄凉:“信的开头我写着…老朋友?,因为这么多年来,我们这对老朋友渐渐都老了。我们这些人当中留下的也不多了。”

25 "You know," I said to him, "when it says here that there aren't many of us left, that's absolutely right. Every time I go to a class reunion, for example, there are fewer and fewer still around."

“你要知道,”我对他说,“信里说我们这些人当中留下的不多了,说得一点不错。比如说,每次我去参加老同学聚会,来的人总是越来越少。”

26 "Time goes by," the driver said.

“时间不饶人啊,”司机说。

27 "Did you two work at the same place?" I asked him.

“你们俩以前在一起工作吗?”我问他。

28 "No, but we hung out on the same corner when we were single. And then, when we were married, we used to go to each other's house every now and then. But for the last 20 or 30 years it's been mostly just Christmas cards. Of course there'd be always a note we'd each add to the cards--usually some news about our families, you know, what the kids were doing, who moved where, a new grandchild, things like that--but never a real letter or anything like that."

“不,不过没成家时我俩总在一起闲荡。后来,两人都成了家,就不时相互串门。可最近这二三十年来,主要就是寄寄圣诞卡了。当然,我俩都总在卡上写几句——通常是关于各自家里的情况,不是吗,孩子们在干些什么,谁搬到哪儿,添了个小孙子,都是这类事——可一直都没正儿八经地写过信什么的。”

29 " This is a good part here," I said. "Where it says Your friendship over the years has meant an awful lot to me, more than I can say because I'm not good at saying things like that."I found myself nodding in agreement. "That must have made you feel good, didn't it?"

“这一处写得好,”我说,“这里写道:…你多年的友谊对我非常重要,远比我能说出来的重要得多,因为我不擅长说这样的话。?”我颔首称是。“这话准让你听着开心,是吧?”

30 The driver said something that I couldn't understand because he seemed to be all choked up, so I continued: "I know I'd like to receive a letter like that from my oldest friend."

司机说了句什么,可我没听明白,因为他似乎哽噎得厉害。于是我接着说:“我也真想收到这样一封老朋友的来信。”

31 We were getting close to our destination so I skipped to the last paragraph. So I thought you'd like to know that I was thinking of you. And it was signed, Your Old Friend, Tom.

我们快到目的地了,于是我跳到最后一段。“因此我想你一定想知道我惦记着你。”信末署名:“老朋友汤姆”。

32 I handed back the letter as we stopped at my hotel. "Enjoyed talking with you,"I said as I took my suitcase out of the cab. Tom? The letter was signed Tom?

我们在我的旅店前停下,我把信递了回去。“很高兴能和你聊聊,”我将衣箱从车上提下时说。汤姆?信的署名是汤姆?

33 "I thought your friend's name was Ed," I said. "Why did he sign it Tom?"

“我记得你朋友叫埃德,”我说,“为什么他署名汤姆呢?”

34 "The letter was not from Ed to me," he explained. "I'm Tom. It's a letter I wrote to him before I knew he'd died. So I never mailed it."

“这封信不是汤姆写给我的,”他解释说,“我是汤姆。这是我在得知他去世前写给他的信。所以我一直没寄出。”

35 He looked sort of sorrowful, or as if he were trying to see something in the distance. "I guess I should have written it sooner."

他神情有点悲伤,似乎想看清远处什么东西。“我想我真该早些写这封信。”

36 When I got to my hotel room I didn't unpack right away. First I had to write a letter — and mail it.

我进了旅馆房间之后,没有马上打开箱包。首先我得写封信——而且要寄出去。

·Answers the questions

1 What does the story begin with?

Answer: The story begins with the cab driver reading a letter.

2 What helped start a conversation between the cab driver and the passenger?

Answer: The letter Tom wrote to his friend Ed.

3 What was their conversation centered on?

Answer: Their conversation was centered on the lifelong friendship between the driver and Old Ed.

4 How did the author get to learn more about the friendship between the driver and Ed?

Answer: The author got to learn more about their friendship by reading the letter himself.

·Main ideas

Part One (Paras 1-20) From a conversation with the cab driver the author learned how much he regretted failing to keep up correspondence with his old friend Ed.

Part Two (Paras 21-35) Reading the letter by himself, the author learned more about the lifelong friendship between the driver and Old Ed.

Part Three (Paras 36) The driver's experience urged the author to reach for his pen.

Text B

Never Let a Friend Down

Jim Hutchison 1 "Coming to the football match this afternoon?" Bill McIntosh asked 59-year-old Royce Wedding as they drank beer at the Eureka Hotel in the Australian town of Rainbow. Royce shook his head. "I promised Mom I'd burn off the weeds on one of our fields."

决不抛弃朋友

吉姆·赫奇森"下午去看足球赛吗?"比尔·麦金托什问59岁的罗伊斯·韦丁。他们两人正在澳大利亚的虹镇尤里卡饭店喝啤酒。罗伊斯摇摇头。"我答应我妈给我家的一块地烧荒。"

2 Bill, who was thin but strong, looking far less than his 79 years, peered outside at the heat. A light breeze was blowing from the north, making conditions perfect for the burn. But Bill felt uneasy about Royce doing the job alone. The farmer had a bad leg and walked with great difficulty.

比尔瘦削而结实,79岁,但看上去远没有那么老。他望着外面的炎热空气。一阵轻风自北向南吹,这条件最适宜烧荒了。不过比尔对罗伊斯独自干这活不放心。这个农夫有条腿不好,行走很费劲。

3 The pair had been best of friends for 30 years, ever since the days when they traveled together from farm to farm in search of work. Now, living alone 12 miles east of town, Bill scraped a living hunting foxes and rabbits. Once a fortnight he went to town to buy supplies and catch up with Royce, who helped run the Wedding family's farm. "I'll give you a hand," Bill said.

两人曾一起从一个农场走到另一个农场寻些活儿干,迄今已是30年的好朋友了。如今比尔独自一人住在镇东12英里处,靠打狐狸和野兔勉强过活。他两个星期一次前来小镇购物,会会帮着经管自家的农场的罗伊斯。"我帮你一把,"比尔说。

4 The pair set off in Royce's car. Soon they were bumping over a sandy track to the weed-choked 120-acre field. "Fire's the only way to get rid of this stuff," said Bill as they tied an old tire to the tow bar with a 50-foot chain. Soaking the tire with gasoline, Bill put a match to it and jumped in the car.

两人坐着罗伊斯的车动身了。没多一会儿他们就颠簸在一条沙土路上,朝一块面积120公顷、杂草丛生的田地开去。"火是除去这玩意儿的惟一办法,"比尔说。他们用根50英尺长的链条把一个旧轮胎绑在

牵引杆上。比尔在轮胎上浇透汽油,划根火柴一点,便跳进车里。

5 Driving slowly from the southern edge of the field, they worked their way upwind, leaving a line of burning weeds in their wake. Half way up the field, and without warning, the car pitched violently forward, plowing into a hidden bank of sand.

两人从农田的南边缓缓开车逆风而行,所过之处留下一条燃着的草带。开到地当中,车猛地朝前一颠,没等察觉,就陷进了一个被草遮着的沙堆。

6 The breeze suddenly swung around to their backs and began to gather strength. Fanned to white heat, the fire line suddenly burst into a wall of flame, heading directly toward them. "Let's get out of here!" Royce said.

微风突然转向,朝两人身后吹来,而且越吹越强。火仗风势,烧得炽热,一条火带顿时就变成一道火墙,直扑两人而来。"咱们快离开这儿!"罗伊斯说道。

7 Desperately he tried to back the car out of the sand bank. But the wheels only spun deeper in the soft sand.

他拼命想把车倒出沙堆。可车轮在软沙里越转陷得越深。

8 Suddenly the fire was on them. Bill pushed open his door only to find himself flung through the air as, with a roar, the gasoline tank exploded and the car leapt three feet off the ground. When it crashed back down Royce found himself pinned against the steering wheel, unable to move. The car's seats and roof were now on fire.

火顿时就扑到两人身上。比尔推开车门,却听得一声巨响,油箱爆炸了,车子飞离地面三英尺,他自己则被抛到空中。车子摔回地面后,罗伊斯发现自己被方向盘卡住,动弹不得。这时,车座和车顶也都烧着了。

9 Bill lay where he fell, all the breath knocked out of him. The front of his shirt, shorts, bare arms and legs were soaked in burning gasoline. Then the sight of the car in flames brought him upright with a start. "Royce!" he cried, struggling to his feet and heading for the car.

比尔躺在跌落的地方,摔得气都喘不过来。他的衬衣前襟、短裤、光裸的手臂和双腿都浸在燃烧着的汽油里。接着汽车着火了,见此情景他惊坐起来。"罗伊斯!"他边喊边挣扎着站起身来,向汽车冲去。

10 Pulling open the door, he seized Royce's arms through the smoke. "I'm stuck," Royce said. "Get yourself away!"

他拉开车门,在烟雾中抓住罗伊斯的手臂。"我给卡住了,"罗伊斯说,"你快走!"

11 The fire bit at Bill's arms, face and legs, but he tightened his grip on Royce. "I'm not leaving you here," he said.

火舌舔着比尔的双臂、脸和双腿,但他紧紧地抓住罗伊斯不放。"我不会把你丢弃在这儿的,"他说道。

12 Now Bill dug his heels into the sand and pulled as hard as he could. Suddenly he fell backward. Royce was free and out of the car. As soon as he had dragged him away he patted out the flames on Royce's body and on his own legs and arms with his bare hands.

比尔两个脚跟扎在沙堆里,拼命用力拉。突然他仰面倒下,罗伊斯被拉出了汽车。他一把将罗伊斯拉开,便赶紧赤手去扑灭罗伊斯身上以及自己腿上、手臂上的火。

13 Royce saw a second explosion rock the car, as it was eaten up by flames. I'd be ashes now if Bill hadn't gotten me out, he thought. Looking down, Royce was shocked by the extent of his injuries. His stomach and left hip were covered in deep burns. Worse still, his fingers were burned completely out of shape.

罗伊斯看着又一次爆炸把汽车震得直晃,车一下子被火苗吞噬。"要不是比尔把我拉出来,我这会儿就烧成灰了,"他暗想。他低头一看,身上伤势之严重令他大为惊讶。他腹部及左臀严重烧伤。更糟糕的是,手指被烧得完全变了形。

14 Lying on his back, Bill was in equally bad shape. Pieces of blackened flesh and skin hung from his forearms, hands and legs.

比尔仰天躺在地上,也一样被烧得不成样子。前臂以及手和腿上,一块块烧得焦黑的皮肉挂了下来。

15 Bill looked across at his friend. Reading the despair clouding Royce's face, Bill said, "I'll get help. You hang on." Royce nodded, but as he watched Bill set off slowly across the blackened field, he wondered how his friend

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