一个男孩子背对着摄像机站着，弯身靠着大门的门楣，抓着门柱的手上戴着一枚她熟悉的戒指。
One boy stood with his back to the camera, leaning stooped against a gate lintel, and on the finger of the hand that held the post there was a ring she recognized.
她起身，走到坐在红锦缎面椅子上的他的身旁，站着，把他那瘦小，像羊皮纸似的手放在她的手中，弯下腰吻着那手上的戒指；她说话的气息使戒指上的红宝石蒙上了一层淡淡的雾气。
She got up, came to stand over him in the red 39 brocade chair, took his thin, 40 parchment-like hand in hers, bent and kissed the ring, the breath of her voice misting its ruby to milky 41 dullness.
她起身，走到坐在红锦缎面椅子上的他的身旁，站着，把他那瘦小，像羊皮纸似的手放在她的手中，弯下腰吻着那手上的戒指；她说话的气息使戒指上的红宝石蒙上了一层淡淡的雾气。
She got up, came to stand over him in the red 39 brocade chair, took his thin, 40 parchment-like hand in hers, bent and kissed the ring, the breath of her voice misting its ruby to milky 41 dullness.
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