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Mr. Blore was tying his tie. He wasn’t very good at this sort of thing.
Did he look all right? He supposed so.
Nobody had been exactly cordial to him … Funny the way they all eyed each other—as
though they knew.…
Well, it was up to him.
He didn’t mean to bungle his job.
He glanced up at the framed nursery rhyme over the mantelpiece.
Neat touch, having that there!
He thought:
Remember this island when I was a kid. Never thought I’d be doing this sort of a job in a
house here. Good thing, perhaps, that one can’t foresee the future.
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布洛尔先生正在笨手笨脚地打领带。
这身打扮看上去怎么样？他自认为没有问题。
没一个人对他是真诚的。大家都在互相试探，你看看我，我看看你，奇怪！就好像他
们都知道……
不过，这取决于他自己。
他可不打算把事情抖搂出去。
他瞥了一眼壁炉架上镜框里的童谣。
摆在这里倒是正合适。
他想：自己从小就记住这座岛了，但从来没想过待会儿要在这里做那种事。或许，无
法预知未来，对自己而言反而是件好事。
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