船长的回答

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"We don't want that good-for-nothing hanging around our necks again," “我们可不想再让那个没出息的赖上咱们了，”

my mother added. 母亲补充道。

My father went off to find the captain, and I followed him. 父亲去找船长，我也跟了过去。

The captain, a tall man with long whiskers, 船长身材高大，蓄着长长的络腮胡，

was pacing the bridge importantly. 正神气十足地在驾驶台上踱步。

After some polite remarks about the ship, my father asked, 客套地寒暄了几句关于船的话题后，父亲问道，

very casually, "You have an old oyster seller aboard who seems interesting. 语气装得十分随性：“你们船上有个卖牡蛎的老头，看着挺有意思。

Do you know anything about him?" 您对他了解吗？”

"Oh, he's an old French tramp I found in America last year and brought home. “哦，他是个法国老流浪汉，我去年在美洲碰到他，就顺带把他也捎回来了。

He has family in Le Havre, 他在勒阿弗尔还有亲戚，

but he won't go back to them, because he owes them money. 可他死活不肯回去找他们，因为他还欠着他们的钱呢。

His name is Jules. 他叫于勒。

Jules Darmanche, or something like that." 于勒·达尔芒什，大概是这么个名字。”

My father turned pale. 父亲的脸唰地一下全白了。

The name was ours. 那就是我们家的姓。

A single sentence can destroy a dream that took ten years to build. 做了十年的美梦，一句话就彻底破灭了。

He stammered a thank-you, and stumbled back to my mother. 他结结巴巴地道了声谢，跌跌撞撞地走回母亲身边。