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在树林里 In the Wood（第1页）
在树林里IntheWood
居伊·德·莫泊桑GuydeMaupassant
Asthemayorwasabouttositdow，whttohimthattheruralpoli，withtwoprisoners，wasawaitinghimattheHoteldeVille。HeweondfoundoldHguardbeforeamiddle-hewasregardingwithasevereexpressiononhisface。
Theman，afatoldfellowwitharedehair，seemedutterlydejected;whilethewoman，alittleroundaboutindividualwithshiningcheeks，lookedattheofficialwhohadarrestedthem，withdefianteyes。
“Whatisit?Whatisit，Hochedur?”
Theruralpolimadehisdeposition。
Hehadgomathisusualtime，irolhisbeatfromtheforestofChampiouxasfarastheboundariesehingunusualiryexceptthatitwasafineday，andthatthewheatwasdoihesonofoldBredel，whowasgoingoverhisviohim:
“Here，DaddyHoandhavealookattheoutskirtsofthewood。Ihicketyouwillfindapairofpigeonswhomustbeahuhirtyyearsoldbetweenthem!”
&hedirediteredthethidthereheheardwordswhichmadehimsuspectaflagrantbreaorality。Advang，therefore，onhishandsaosurpriseapoacher，hehadarrestedthehefoundthere。
Themayorlookedattheculpritsinastohemaainlysixty，andthewomanfifty-fiveatleast，aoquestionthem，beginningwiththeman，whorepliedinsuchaweakvoicethathecouldscarcelybeheard。
“Whatisyourname?”
“NicholasBeaurain。”
“Youro?”
“Haberdasher，iyrs，inParis。”
“Whatwereyoudoinginthewood?”
Thehaberdasherremaihhiseyesonhisfatpaundhishandshangingathissides，andthemayorued:
“Doyoudenywhattheoffiunicipalauthoritiesstates?”
“No，monsieur。”
“Soyoufessit?”
“Yes，monsieur。”
“Whathaveyoutosayinyourdefence？”
“Nothing，monsieur。”
“Wheredidyoumeetthepartnerinyourmisdemeanor?”
“Sheismywife，monsieur。”
“Yourwife?”
“Yes，monsieur。”
&hen-youdoher-inParis?”
“Ibegyourpardoweareliviher!”
“Butinthatustbemad，altogethermad，mydearsir，togetcaughtplayihetryattenothem。”
Thehaberdasherseemedreadytocrywithshame，aered:“Itwasshewhoeoldheritwasverystupid，butwhenawomahingintoherhead-youknow-youotgetitout。”
Themayor，wholikedajoke，smiledandreplied:“Inyourcase，thetraryoughttohavehappened。Youwouldnotbehere，ifshehadhadtheideaonlyinherhead。”
ThenMonsieurBeauaihrageandturningtohiswife，hesaid:“Doyouseetowhatyhtuswithyourpoetry?Andnowweshallhavetogobeforethecourtsate，forabreaorals!Andweshallhavetoshutuptheshop，selloodwill，andgotoshborhood!Thatswhatithaseto。”
MadameBeauraingotup，andwithoutlookingatherhusband，sheexplaihoutembarrassment，withoutuselessmodesty，andalmostwithouthesitation。
Ofonsieur，Iknowthatwehavemadeourselvesridiculous。Willyouallowmetopleadmycauselikeaherlikeapoorethatyouwillbekioseospareusthedisgraceofaprose。
Yearsago，whenIwasyoung，ImadeMonsieurBeaurain’sadayinthisneighborhood。Heloyedinadraper’sshop，andIwasasaleswomaninaready-madegestablishmeasifitwereyesterday。IusedtoeandspendSundayshereoallywithafriendofmihwhomIlivedintheRuePigalle，andRosehadasweetheart，whileIhadushere，aurdayhetoldmelaughingthatheshafriendwithhimtheday。Iquiteuoodwhathemeant，butIrepliedthatitwouldbenogood;forIwasvirtuous，monsieur。
&daywemetMotherailwaystation，andinthosedayshewasgood-looking，butIhadmadeupmymindnottehim，andIdidnot。Well，wearrivedatBezons。Itwasalovelyday，thesortofdaythattouchesyourheart。Whenitisfineevennow，justasitusedtrowquitefoolish，andwhenIamiryIutterlylosemyhead。Thegreengrass，theswallowsflyingsoswiftly，thesmellofthegrass，thescarletpoppies，thedaisies，allthatmakesmecrazy。Itislikeewheaedtoit!
