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英语有声《长腿叔叔》97（文稿）【大结局】 每日英文有声小说-长腿叔叔
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Thursday Morning
My Very Dearest Master-Jervie-Daddy-Long-Legs Pendleton-Smith,
Did you sleep last night? I didn't. Not a single wink. I was too amazed and excited and bewildered and happy.
I don't believe I ever shall sleep again— or eat either. But I hope you slept; you must, you know, because then you will get well faster and can come to me.
Dear Man, I can't bear to think how ill you've been— and all the time I never knew it.
When the doctor came down yesterday to put me in the cab, he told me that for three days they gave you up.
Oh, dearest, if that had happened, the light would have gone out of the world for me.
I suppose that some day in the far future— one of us must leave the other; but at least we shall have had our happiness and there will be memories to live with.
I meant to cheer you up— and instead I have to cheer myself. For in spite of being happier than I ever dreamed I could be, I'm also soberer.
The fear that something may happen rests like a shadow on my heart.
Always before I could be frivolous and care-free and unconcerned, because I had nothing precious to lose.
But now— I shall have a Great Big Worry all the rest of my life.
Whenever you are away from me I shall be thinking of all the automobiles that can run over you, or the sign-boards that can fall on your head, or the dreadful, squirmy germs that you may be swallowing.
My peace of mind is gone for ever— but anyway, I never cared much for just plain peace.
Please get well— fast— fast— fast. I want to have you close by where I can touch you and make sure you are tangible.
Such a little half hour we had together! I'm afraid maybe I dreamed it.
If I were only a member of your family (a very distant fourth cousin) then I could come and visit you every day,
and read aloud and plump up your pillow and smooth out those two little wrinkles in your forehead and make the corners of your mouth turn up in a nice cheerful smile.
But you are cheerful again, aren't you? You were yesterday before I left. The doctor said I must be a good nurse, that you looked ten years younger.
I hope that being in love doesn't make every one ten years younger. Will you still care for me, darling, if I turn out to be only eleven?
Yesterday was the most wonderful day that could ever happen. If I live to be ninety-nine I shall never forget the tiniest detail.
The girl that left Lock Willow at dawn was a very different person from the one who came back at night.
Mrs. Semple called me at half-past four. I started wide awake in the darkness and the first thought that popped into my head was, 'I am going to see Daddy-Long-Legs!'
I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring.
The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed crimson and orange and the stone walls and cornfields sparkled with hoar frost;
the air was keen and clear and full of promise. I knew something was going to happen.
All the way in the train the rails kept singing, 'You're going to see Daddy-Long-Legs.' It made me feel secure.
I had such faith in Daddy's ability to set things right. And I knew that somewhere another man— dearer than Daddy— was wanting to see me,
and somehow I had a feeling that before the journey ended I should meet him, too. And you see!
When I came to the house on Madison Avenue it looked so big and brown and forbidding that I didn't dare go in, so I walked around the block to get up my courage.
But I needn't have been a bit afraid; your butler is such a nice, fatherly old man that he made me feel at home at once.
'Is this Miss Abbott?' he said to me, and I said, 'Yes,' so I didn't have to ask for Mr. Smith after all.
He told me to wait in the drawing-room. It was a very sombre, magnificent, man's sort of room.
I sat down on the edge of a
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Thursday Morning
My Very Dearest Master-Jervie-Daddy-Long-Legs Pendleton-Smith,
Did you sleep last night? I didn't. Not a single wink. I was too amazed and excited and bewildered and happy.
I don't believe I ever shall sleep again— or eat either. But I hope you slept; you must, you know, because then you will get well faster and can come to me.
Dear Man, I can't bear to think how ill you've been— and all the time I never knew it.
When the doctor came down yesterday to put me in the cab, he told me that for three days they gave you up.
Oh, dearest, if that had happened, the light would have gone out of the world for me.
I suppose that some day in the far future— one of us must leave the other; but at least we shall have had our happiness and there will be memories to live with.
I meant to cheer you up— and instead I have to cheer myself. For in spite of being happier than I ever dreamed I could be, I'm also soberer.
The fear that something may happen rests like a shadow on my heart.
Always before I could be frivolous and care-free and unconcerned, because I had nothing precious to lose.
But now— I shall have a Great Big Worry all the rest of my life.
Whenever you are away from me I shall be thinking of all the automobiles that can run over you, or the sign-boards that can fall on your head, or the dreadful, squirmy germs that you may be swallowing.
My peace of mind is gone for ever— but anyway, I never cared much for just plain peace.
Please get well— fast— fast— fast. I want to have you close by where I can touch you and make sure you are tangible.
Such a little half hour we had together! I'm afraid maybe I dreamed it.
If I were only a member of your family (a very distant fourth cousin) then I could come and visit you every day,
and read aloud and plump up your pillow and smooth out those two little wrinkles in your forehead and make the corners of your mouth turn up in a nice cheerful smile.
But you are cheerful again, aren't you? You were yesterday before I left. The doctor said I must be a good nurse, that you looked ten years younger.
I hope that being in love doesn't make every one ten years younger. Will you still care for me, darling, if I turn out to be only eleven?
Yesterday was the most wonderful day that could ever happen. If I live to be ninety-nine I shall never forget the tiniest detail.
The girl that left Lock Willow at dawn was a very different person from the one who came back at night.
Mrs. Semple called me at half-past four. I started wide awake in the darkness and the first thought that popped into my head was, 'I am going to see Daddy-Long-Legs!'
I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring.
The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed crimson and orange and the stone walls and cornfields sparkled with hoar frost;
the air was keen and clear and full of promise. I knew something was going to happen.
All the way in the train the rails kept singing, 'You're going to see Daddy-Long-Legs.' It made me feel secure.
I had such faith in Daddy's ability to set things right. And I knew that somewhere another man— dearer than Daddy— was wanting to see me,
and somehow I had a feeling that before the journey ended I should meet him, too. And you see!
When I came to the house on Madison Avenue it looked so big and brown and forbidding that I didn't dare go in, so I walked around the block to get up my courage.
But I needn't have been a bit afraid; your butler is such a nice, fatherly old man that he made me feel at home at once.
'Is this Miss Abbott?' he said to me, and I said, 'Yes,' so I didn't have to ask for Mr. Smith after all.
He told me to wait in the drawing-room. It was a very sombre, magnificent, man's sort of room.
I sat down on the edge of a
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