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琼西伏案写着日记。。。。。。 （给一个特写） 琼西：面色苍白的在床上躺着，一动不动的盯着窗外。快要哭了。 情景一 苏这时在买菜回来的路上。 医生：Sue, wait for me, I have something to tell you.　She has one chance in ten,And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that shes not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind? 苏：She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day. 医生：Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance? 苏：　　A man? Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind. 医生：Well, it is the weakness, then,I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten.　　 情景二 医生走后，苏艾走进工作室里，把一条日本餐巾哭成一团湿。后来她手里拿着画板，装做精神抖擞的样子走进琼西的屋子，嘴里吹着爵士音乐调子。 琼西躺着，脸朝着窗口，被子底下的身体纹丝不动。苏以为睡着了，赶忙停止吹口哨。 她架好画板，开始给杂志里的故事画一张钢笔插图。 Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.在苏画的时候，突然得到琼西的低语声。 琼西睁大眼睛看着窗外。。。。。。。 琼西：Twelve。。。。。。 Eleven。。。ten,。。。Nine。。。eight 。。seven, almost together. “12，歇了一会又说，“11”，然后是“10”，和“9”，接着几乎同时数着“8”和“7”。  What is it, dear? 琼西：　　SixTheyre falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now its easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now. 苏：Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie. 琼西：Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. Ive known that for three days. Didnt the doctor tell you? 苏：Oh, I never heard of such nonsense,（满不在乎的样子） What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naugh