ll hung a hideous enlarged photograph of a young married couple, apparently him and a bold-faced young woman, no doubt his wife.

“不，不太喜欢。狗的性格太柔顺，总是缠着人不放。”他已经脱去绑腿，正在解那双笨重的长靴。康妮此刻背对着炉火。这间小屋确实简陋！但他头顶墙上挂着的大幅结婚照却格外扎眼，那对年轻的新人分明是他和一个长相轻挑的女子，而那无疑就是他的妻子。

"Is that you?" Connie asked him.

“那是你吗？”康妮问。

He twisted and looked at the enlargement above his head.

他扭头看着头顶的大幅照片。

"Ay! Taken just afore we was married, when I was twenty-one.” He looked at it impassively.

“是呀！俺俩临结婚的时候照的，那阵子我21岁。”他望向结婚照的目光极其冷漠。

"Do you like it?" Connie asked him.

“你喜欢它吗？”康妮问。

"Like it? No! I never liked the thing. But she fixed it all up to have it done, like." He returned to pulling off his boots.

“喜欢？不！我从不会喜欢这劳什子。可她安排好一切，俺也只得随着去照。”他转过脸，继续脱靴子。

"If you don't like it, why do you keep it hanging there? Perhaps your wife would like to have it," she said.

“不喜欢的话，干嘛还挂在这儿？或许你妻子还想要呢。”她说。

He looked up at her with a sudden grin.

他霍得抬头看着她，咧嘴笑起来。

"She carted off iverything as was worth taking from th' 'ouse," he said. "But sh