战败的阴云

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For days, what was left of the defeated French army had been straggling through the city of Rouen. 好几天里，溃败的法国残兵一直稀稀拉拉地穿过鲁昂城。

They weren't really an army anymore, 他们早就没了个军队的样子，

just ragged crowds of exhausted men with unshaven faces and torn uniforms, 只是一帮胡子拉碴、精疲力竭的人，身上的制服破破烂烂，

dragging their feet along the frozen roads. 在结了冰的路面上拖着沉重的步子挪动。

Everyone knew the Prussians were right behind them. 谁心里都清楚，普鲁士人就紧跟在他们屁股后头。

Then, one gray afternoon, they arrived: 接着，在一个阴沉沉的下午，他们到了：

long columns of enemy soldiers marching into the city in perfect order, 长长的敌军队伍步伐整齐地开进了城，

their boots ringing on the cobblestones. 军靴踩在鹅卵石路面上，嗒嗒作响。

Shops closed. 店铺都关了门。

Doors were locked. 房门也上了锁。

People watched from behind their curtains in silence. 人们躲在窗帘后头，一声不吭地看着。

Within days, enemy officers had moved into the finest homes, 没过几天，敌军军官就住进了城里最讲究的宅子，

and respectable citizens were bowing politely to them in the street. 平日里有头有脸的体面人，在街上碰见他们也得客客气气地鞠躬。

Fear can turn pride into good manners remarkably quickly. 在恐惧面前，人的傲气消退得可真快，转眼就变得规规矩矩了。

But some people wanted out. 但也有人一心想离开这儿。

And early one winter morning, a coach stood waiting in the snow, 就在一个冬天的清晨，一辆马车正停在雪地里候着，

ready to leave for Le Havre. 准备动身前往勒阿弗尔。