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new moon(暮光之城-新月英文版)-第章

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was I gone; anyway?〃 I 
tried to count the hours in my head。 
〃Just three days。〃 His eyes tightened; but he smiled more naturally this time。 
〃Actually; I was hoping you 
might have a good explanation。 I've got nothing。〃 
I groaned。 〃Fabulous。〃 
〃Well; maybe Alice will e up with something;〃 he offered; trying to fort 
me。 
And I was forted。 Who cared what I had to deal with later? Every second 
that he was here—so 
close; his flawless face glowing in the dim light from the numbers on my alarm 
clock—was precious and 
not to be wasted。 
〃So;〃 I began; picking the least important—though still vitally interesting—
question to start with。 I was 
safely delivered home; and he might decide to leave at any moment。 I had to 
keep him talking。 Besides; 
this temporary heaven wasn't entirely plete without the sound of his voice。 
〃What have you been 
doing; up until three days ago?〃 
His face turned wary in an instant。 〃Nothing terribly exciting。〃 
〃Of course not;〃 I mumbled。 
〃Why are you making that face?〃 
〃Well〃 I pursed my lips; considering。 〃If you were; after all; just a dream; 
that's exactly the kind of thing 
you would say。 My imagination must be used up。〃 
He sighed。 〃If I tell you; will you finally believe that you're not having a 
nightmare?〃 
〃Nightmare!〃 I repeated scornfully。 He waited for my answer。 〃Maybe;〃 I said 
after a second of thought。 
〃If you tell me。〃 
〃I was hunting。〃 
〃Is that the best you can do?〃 I criticized。 〃That definitely doesn't prove 
I'm awake。〃 
He hesitated; and then spoke slowly; choosing his words with care。 〃I wasn't 
hunting fot food I was 
actually trying my hand at tracking。 I'm not very good at it。〃 
〃What were you tracking?〃 I asked; intrigued。 
〃Nothing of consequence。〃 His words didn't match his expression; he looked 
upset; unfortable。 
〃I don't understand。〃 
He hesitated; his face; shining with an odd green cast from the light of the 
clock; was torn。 
〃I—〃 He took a deep breath。 〃I owe you an apology。 No; of course I owe you 
much; much more than 
that。 But you have to know;〃—the words began to flow so fast; the way I 
remembered he spoke 
sometimes when he was agitated; that I really had to concentrate to catch them 
all—〃that I had no idea。 I 
didn't realize the mess I was leaving behind。 I thought it was safe for you 
here。 So safe。 I had no idea that 
Victoria;〃—his lips curled back when he said the name—〃would e back。 I'll 
admit; when I saw her 
that one time; I was paying much more attention to James's thoughts。 But I 
just didn't see that she had this 
kind of response in her。 That she even had such a tie to him。 I think I 
realize why now—she was so sure 
of him; the thought of him failing never occurred to her。 It was her 
overconfidence that clouded her 
feelings about him—that kept me from seeing the depth of them; the bond 
there。 
〃Not that there's any excuse for what I left you to face。 When I heard what 
you told Alice—what she 
saw herself—when I realized that you had to put your life in the hands of 
werewolves; immature; volatile; 
the worst thing out there besides Victoria herself—he shuddered and the gush 
of words halted for a short 
second。 〃Please know that I had no idea of any of this。 I feel sick; sick to 
my core; even now; when I can 
see and feel you safe in my arms。 I am the most miserable excuse for—〃 
〃Stop;〃 I interrupted him。 He stared at me with agonized eyes; and I tried to 
find the right words—the 
words that would free him from this imagined obligation that caused him so 
much pain。 They were very 
hard words to say。 I didn't know if I could get them out without breaking 
down。 But I had to try to do it 
right。 I didn't want to be a source of guilt and anguish in his life。 He 
should be happy; no matter what it 
cost me。 
I'd really been hoping to put off this part of our last conversation。 It was 
going to bring things to an end so 
much sooner。 
Drawing on all my months of practice with trying to be normal for Charlie; I 
kept my face smooth。 
〃Edward;〃 I said。 His name burned my throat a little on the way out。 I could 
feel the ghost of the hole; 
waiting to rip itself wide again as soon as he disappeared。 I didn't quite see 
how I was going to survive it 
this time。 〃This has to stop now。 You can't think about things that way。 You 
can't let this this guilt 
rule your life。 You can't take responsibility for the things that happen to me 
here。 None of it is your fault; 
it's just part of how life is for me。 So; if I trip in front of a bus or 
whatever it is next time; you have to 
realize that it's not your job to take the blame。 You can't just go running 
off to Italy because you feel bad 
that you didn't save me。 Even if I had jumped off that cliff to die; that 
would have been my choice; and 
not your fault。 I know it's your your nature to shoulder the blame for 
everything; but you really can't 
let that make you go to such extremes! It's very irresponsible—think of Esme 
and Carlisle and—〃 
I was on the edge of losing it。 I stopped to take a deep breath; hoping to 
calm myself。 I had to set him 
free。 I had to make sure this never happened again。 
〃Isabella Marie Swan;〃 he whispered; the strangest expression crossing his 
face。 He almost looked mad。 
〃Do you believe that I asked the Volturi to kill me because I felt guilty?〃 
I could feel the blank inprehension on my face。 〃Didn't you?〃 
〃Feel guilty? Intensely so。 More than you can prehend。〃 
〃Then what are you saying? I don't understand。〃 
〃Bella; I went to the Volturi because I thought you were dead;〃 he said; voice 
soft; eyes fierce。 〃Even if 
I'd had no hand in your death〃—he shuddered as he whispered the last 
word—〃even if it wasn't my 
fault; I would have gone to Italy。 Obviously; I should have been more careful
—I should have spoken to 
Alice directly; rather than accepting it secondhand from Rosalie。 But; really; 
what was I supposed to 
think when the boy said Charlie was at the funeral? What are the odds? 
〃The odds〃 he muttered then; distracted。 His voice was so low I wasn't sure 
I beard it right。 〃The odds 
are always stacked again
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