“那么……”我脱口而出道，“你的腿是怎么好了的？”
我与父亲约定的信号是，假如他已经是继承人，我就在桌子下踢踢父亲的腿，那么他不会求婚——否则，他就会当晚求婚。
The signal agreed on between my father and me was that if he was her heir without being her husband I was to kick him under the table and he would not propose - otherwise he would.
以一种支离破碎的方式去看一个人，在我看来，是那么可怕，那么荒唐，以致于过了许多天，我还摆脱不了那发黑的、呆板的腿的印象。
To view man in this fragmentary way seemed to me so horrid, so absurd that I could not get rid of the impression of that dark, unmeaning leg for many a day.
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