Book1:TeDream-Maker (第44/166页)

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    Inthedeepofthenight，thewarmgoldensuncastagoldenlightontheground，whichmadeSamanthafeesthoughshewaswalkingonherrunwayunderagoldenspotlight．Butno!Thetworowsofhousesfnkingeachsideofthequietstreettoldheritwasnotso．Shehadonayellowcorduroydress，caughtbyathingoldeherslimwaist．Shedidnotwearherbra．Thepartofheroutfitsheroudestofwastheglitteringstogswithasilkensheenwhichshefastehgarters.Shehatedpantyhose.Theexquisitecligh-heeledshoesonthesidewalkcouldbeheardegoilndsilentstreets．Whywasshewalkingalomidnightunderagoldensun?Shedidnotknow，andnooneelsekher．Soonshecametoanightclub，wherebusinesswassck,withonlythreeorfourpatronsscatteredabouttheroom．Thebar-tenderwastalkinganimatedlytoapatronaboutanactthathappehatafternoon，whenaebrokeandcrushedsomepassersbytodeath．Acigarettegirlwalkedaroundtheroomcalling，"Cigar!Cigarette!"andthendisappeared．Althoughtheroomwasalmostempty，theeainerwassoimmersedinhisownfeelingsthathehadlittleregardforexternalcircumstances．Hewassingingandpyingtheeleicansimultaneously．Hesippedfromthegssofwihetopofhisinstrumentfromtimetotimeandexpressedhimselfvigorously，givingawonderfulperformance．Hewasabckmusi，sohismusichadatingeofmencholyliketheBlues．Theoppedpyingandgulpeddowntheremnantsofthewine．Hismoodsuddenlyged．HismusicbecamevibrantasaburningfmeandSamanthacouldseetearsshimmeringinhiseyes．Sherealizeditwasthecreativepowerofartandthoughtsexwithsuchasensitivemanwouldbeanovelexperiendeed．

    ThecigarettegirlDorna，stoodbytheerwindowgazingilyatthebeautifundmystiightseoutside．Thelightsoftheshipsshiningianedanentingandmagicalbackgroundforthedrizzlingrainandgoldenmidnightsun．Justthen，fourhalf-drunkenbrutesstaggeredinandfloppeddownatohetables，callingloudlyforliquor．Thebartender，fearingase，hurriedoverquicklyandbroughtthemthetwobottlesofBourbonwhiskeytheyordered．Themengrewnoisierastheydrankaalkingandsingingloudly．Dorna,hopingtosellsomeofherwares，walkedovercalling，"Cigar!Cigarette!Wouldyoulikesomecigarsarettes，sir?"BigOx，knownasBig-O，theheadofthefourlookedatDornawithhisblood-shoteyesandapictureofafat,juicy，pluckedhen,thekindoftesuperMarkets,fshedinhishaywiremind．Themenlookedherupanddowhemstretchedhishandtowardshercigarssaying，

    "Howbigisyar?Hey!Ihaveoisbigger!D’yawonnabuyonefromme?"Theyallugheduproariously．Thesmellofwhiskeyandbodyodorrevoltedtheyounggirriedtobackaway,butanothermanheldontarettetraysaying，

    "Watchit!Thechick’stryingtogiveustheslip!"TheharderDornatussled,thehardertheytugged，untilBig-Ostretchedouthisbigpalmleaf-likehandsandpulledherontohisp．Invain,Dornastruggled,g,“Letmego!Letmego!"andpoundedhimwithhersmallfists．Big-Oheldherinhisirongripandusedhisosmellloverherbody，saying，

    "Don’tyaknowlittlegirlthatyouhavetoghmeifyouwonnaworkonmyturf?Iieceofthepie.”Indesperatioreet-smartcigarettegirlelbowedhimsuddenlyintheloinwithallhermight．Caughtoffguard，Big-Oyelpedinpainagoofher.Theinfuriatedgirlmadeuseofthisopportunitytoescape，butshestillmaopickupacigarandthrewi