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A DILL PICKLE by Katherine Mansfield AND then, after six years, she saw him again. He was seated at one of those little bamboo tables decorated with a Japanese vase of paper daffodils. There was a tall plate of fruit in front of him, and very carefully, in a way she recognized immediately as his special way, he was peeling an orange. He must have felt that shock of recognition in her for he looked up and met her eyes. Incredible! He didnt know her! She smiled; he frowned. She came towards him. He closed his eyes an instant, but opening them his face lit up as though he had struck a match in a dark room. He laid down the orange and pushed back his chair, and she took her little warm hand out of her muff and gave it to him. Vera! he exclaimed. How strange. Really, for a moment I didnt know you. Wont you sit down? Youve had lunch? Wont you have some coffee? She hesitated, but of course she meant to. Yes, Id like some coffee. And she sat down opposite him. Youve changed. Youve changed very much, he said, staring at her with that eager, lighted look. [Page 229] You look so well. Ive never seen you look so well before. Really? She raised her veil and unbuttoned her high fur collar. I dont feel very well. I cant bear this weather, you know. Ah, no. You hate the cold. . . . Loathe it. She shuddered. And the worst of it is that the older one grows . . . He interrupted her. Excuse me, and tapped on the table for the waitress. Please bring some coffee and cream. To her: You are sure you wont eat anything? Some fruit, perhaps. The fruit here is very good. No, thanks. Nothing. Then thats settled. And smiling just a hint too broadly he took up the orange again. You were saying–the older one grows– 莳萝泡菜 凯瑟琳_曼斯菲尔德打这以后,过了六年,她又遇到了他,他坐在一张小竹桌旁,桌子上摆着盛满纸水仙的花瓶.他正在那里剥着橙子. 既然他抬起了头,与她的视线相遇,他肯定感到了她那种认出他的惊讶.真是莫明其妙!他不认识她.她微笑着,他皱着眉头.她向他走过去,他马上闭上了眼睛,但又睁开了,脸上放出光芒,仿佛在漆黑的屋里点燃了一根火柴. “维拉!”他叫喊到,真是没想到,真的,我刚才没认出你来.坐下,喝杯咖啡好吗?” ”好吧,来杯咖啡.”她在他的对面坐下. “你变了,变了许多.”他说道,并用渴望、闪亮的目光注视着