The late Love letter(一封迟到的情书)（六）
我没有再念下去。
"But Aunt Phina!"I gasped. "Why…why…?"
"可是，菲娜老姑，"我气喘吁吁地说，"为什么……？为什么……"
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内容而颤抖，她的眼睛炯炯有神地凝视着我，脸庞因急切的期待一片绯红。"亲爱的，大声念吧！"她说，"信里的一字一句，我都要听！当时我找不到可靠的人给我念……我年轻时，'洋人'是被人深恶痛绝的……我找不到人给我念啊！"
"But, Auntie, don't you even know what he wrote?"
"可是老姑，难道你一直不知道信里的事吗？"
The old lady looked down, troubled and shy like a child who has unwittingly done wrong.
老太太低头俯视着，像一个无心做错事的孩子一样怯生生的，不知说什么才好。
"No, dear," she said, speaking very low."You see, I never learned to read.
"不知道，亲爱的，"她用低沉的声调说，“你知道，我从来没有念过书啊！”
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