The late Love letter(一封遲到的情書)（六）
我沒有再念下去。
"But Aunt Phina!"I gasped. "Why…why…?"
"可是，菲娜老姑，"我氣喘吁吁地說，"為什么……？為什么……"
The old lady was watching me with trembling eagerness, her face flushed and her eyes bright with expectation."Read it aloud, my dear,"she said."I want to hear every word of it. There was never anyone I could trust…Uitlanders were hated in my young days…I could not ask anyone."
老太太的身子由于渴望知道信的內容而顫抖，她的眼睛炯炯有神地凝視著我，臉龐因急切的期待一片緋紅。"親愛的，大聲念吧！"她說，"信里的一字一句，我都要聽！當時我找不到可靠的人給我念……我年輕時，'洋人'是被人深惡痛絕的……我找不到人給我念啊！"
"But, Auntie, don't you even know what he wrote?"
"可是老姑，難道你一直不知道信里的事嗎？"
The old lady looked down, troubled and shy like a child who has unwittingly done wrong.
老太太低頭俯視著，像一個無心做錯事的孩子一樣怯生生的，不知說什么才好。
"No, dear," she said, speaking very low."You see, I never learned to read.
"不知道，親愛的，"她用低沉的聲調說，“你知道，我從來沒有念過書啊！”
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