老水手的脸

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My father pompously showed my sisters how to eat an oyster without spilling the juice. 我父亲神气活现地向我姐姐们示范怎么吃牡蛎才不会把汁水洒出来。

Then, suddenly, he seemed troubled. 接着，他突然显得有点心神不宁。

He stepped back, stared at the old sailor, 他往后退了几步，盯着那个老水手看，

and came hurrying toward us. 然后急匆匆地朝我们走过来。

He was very pale, with a strange look in his eyes. 他脸色煞白，眼神也怪怪的。

"It's extraordinary," he whispered to my mother, “真邪门了，”他悄悄对我母亲说，

"how much that oyster man looks like Jules." “那个撬牡蛎的怎么长得那么像于勒。”

"What Jules?" “哪个于勒？”

"Why, my brother. “还能是谁，我弟弟啊。

If I didn't know he was doing well in America, 要不是知道他在美洲混得不错，

I'd swear it was him." 我真敢发誓那就是他。”

My mother went white. 我母亲脸色一下子变白了。

"You're crazy! “你疯了吧！

Go and see for yourself." 你自己去瞧瞧吧。”

So I looked too. 于是我也朝那边望去。

The man was old, dirty, and wrinkled, 那人又老又脏，满脸皱纹，

and he never once raised his eyes from his work. 眼睛一直盯着手里的活儿，一下也没抬起来过。

Sometimes we see the truth, 有时候我们明明看到了真相，

and hope with all our hearts we're wrong. 心里却拼命祈祷是自己看错了。

My mother came back, trembling. 我母亲浑身发抖地走了回来。

"Go and ask the captain," she hissed. “快去问问船长，”她压低声音急促地说道，

"But be careful." “但千万小心点。”