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第1章 the t leaf（第1页）

Henry

InalittledistrictwestofWashingtonSquarethestreetshaveruncrazyandbrokenthemselvesintosmallstriscalled

"laces

"。These

"laces

"makestrangeanglesandcurves。OneStreetcrossesitselfatimeortwo。Anartistoncediscoveredavaluableossibilityinthisstreet。Suoseacollectorwithabillforaints，aerandcanvasshould，intraversingthisroute，suddenlymeethimselfcomingback，withoutacenthavingbeenaidonaccount!

So，toquaintoldGreenwichVillagethearteolesooncamerowling，huntingfornorthwindowsandeighteenth-centurygablesandDutchatticsandlowrents。ThentheyimortedsomeewtermugsandachafingdishortwofromSixthAvenue，andbecamea

"colony

"。

Atthetoofasquatty，three-storybrickSueandJohnsyhadtheirstudio。

"Johnsy

"wasfamiliarforJoanna。OnewasfromMaine;theotherfromCalifornia。Theyhadmetatthetabled&aos;hoteofanEighthStreet

"Delmonico&aos;s

"，andfoundtheirtastesinart，chicorysaladandbishosleevessocongenialthatthejointstudioresulted。

ThatwasinMay。InNovemberacold，unseenstranger，whomthedoctorscalledPneumonia，stalkedaboutthecolony，touchingonehereandtherewithhisicyfingers。Overontheeastsidethisravagerstrodeboldly，smitinghisvictimsbyscores，buthisfeettrodslowlythroughthemazeofthenarrowandmoss-grown

"laces

"。

Mr。Pneumoniawasnotwhatyouwouldcallachivalricoldgentleman。AmiteofalittlewomanwithbloodthinnedbyCaliforniazehyrswashardlyfairgameforthered-fisted，short-breathedoldduffer。ButJohnsyshesmote;andshelay，scarcelymoving，onheraintedironbedstead，lookingthroughthesmallDutchwindow-anesattheblanksideofthenextbrickhouse。

OnemorningthebusydoctorinvitedSueintothehallwaywithashaggy，grayeyebrow。

"Shehasonechancein-letussay，ten，

"hesaid，asheshookdownthemercuryinhisclinicalthermometer。

"Andthatchanceisforhertowanttolive。Thiswayeolehaveoflining-uonthesideoftheundertakermakestheentireharmacooeialooksilly。Yourlittleladyhasmadeuhermindthatshe&aos;snotgoingtogetwell。Hassheanythingonhermind?

"

"She-shewantedtoainttheBayofNalessomeday。

"saidSue。

"Paint?-bosh!Hassheanythingonhermindworththinkingabluttwice-amanforinstance?

"

"Aman?

"saidSue，withajew&aos;s-hartwanginhervoice。

"Isamanworth-but，no，doctor;thereisnothingofthekind。

"

"Well，itistheweakness，then，

"saidthedoctor。

"Iwilldoallthatscience，sofarasitmayfilterthroughmyefforts，canaccomlish。ButwhenevermyatientbeginstocountthecarriagesinherfuneralrocessionIsubtract50ercentfromthecurativeowerofmedicines。IfyouwillgethertoaskonequestionaboutthenewwinterstylesincloaksleevesIwillromiseyouaone-in-fivechanceforher，insteadofoneinten。

"

AfterthedoctorhadgoneSuewentintotheworkroomandcriedaJaanesenakintoaul。ThensheswaggeredintoJohnsy&aos;sroomwithherdrawingboard，whistlingragtime。

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