cb.damnationgame-第91部分

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。　Shards　of　thighbone；　of　vertebrae；　the　saucer　of　the　European's　skull。
　　She　crept　in　as　if　fearful　of　waking　a　sleeping　child。　Maybe　he　had　been　sleeping。　There　were　feathery　images　in　his　head　that　could　only　have　been　dreams：　life　was　not　that　terrible。
　　〃I　woke；〃　she　said。　〃I　knew　you'd　be　here。〃　He　could　barely　see　her　through　the　grimy　air；　she　was　a　chalk　drawing　on　black　paper：　so　vulnerable　to　smudging。　The　tears　came　again　when　he　thought　of　that。
　　〃We　must　go；〃　she　said；　not　wishing　to　press　him　for　explanations。　Perhaps　she　would　ask　him　in　time；　when　the　plaintive　look　had　left　his　eyes；　perhaps　she　would　never　ask。　After　several　minutes　of　her　coaxing　him　and　pressing　close　to　him；　he　slid　up　from　his　knee…hugging　meditation　and　conceded　to　her　care。
　　When　they　stepped　out　of　the　hotel　the　wind　buffeted　them；　as　antagonistic　as　ever。　Marty　looked　up　to　see　if　the　gusts　had　blown　the　stars　off　course；　but　they　were　steadfast。　Everything　was　in　its　place；　despite　the　insanity　that　had　mauled　their　lives　of　late；　and　though　she　hurried　him　on；　he　dawdled；　his　head　back；　squinting　at　the　stars。　There　were　no　revelations　to　be　had　there。　Just　pinpricks　of　light　in　a　plain　heaven。　But　he　saw　for　the　first　time　how　fine　that　was。　That　in　a　world　too　full　of　loss　and　rage　they　be　remote：　the　minimum　of　glory。　As　she　led　him　across　the　lightless　ground；　time　and　again　he　could　not　prevent　his　gaze　from　straying　skyward。
　　



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