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new moon(暮光之城-新月英文版)-第章

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calling had stopped。 
Sometime later; the rain woke me up。 I don't think I'd really fallen asleep; I 
was just lost in an unthinking 
stupor; holding with all my strength to the numbness that kept me from 
realizing what I didn't want to 
know。 
The rain bothered me a little。 It was cold。 I unwrapped my arms from around my 
legs to cover my face。 
It was then that I heard the calling again。 It was farther away this time; and 
sometimes it sounded like 
several voices were calling at once。 I tried to breathe deeply。 I remembered 
that I should answer; but I 
didn't think they would be able to hear me。 Would I be able to shout loud 
enough? 
Suddenly; there was another sound; startlingly close。 A kind of snuffling; an 
animal sound。 It sounded big。 
I wondered if I should feel afraid。 I didn't—just numb。 It didn't matter。 The 
snuffling went away。 
The rain continued; and I could feel the water pooling up against my cheek。 I 
was trying to gather the 
strength to turn my head when I saw the light。 
At first it was just a dim glow reflecting off the bushes in the distance。 It 
grew brighter and brighter; 
illuminating a large space unlike the focused beam of a flashlight。 The light 
broke through the closest 
brush; and I could see that it was a propane lantern; but that was all I could 
see—the brightness blinded 
me for a moment。 
〃Bella。〃 
The voice was deep and unfamiliar; but full of recognition。 He wasn't calling 
my name to search; he was 
acknowledging that I was found。 
I stared up—impossibly high it seemed—at the dark face that I could now see 
above me。 I was vaguely 
aware that the stranger probably only looked so tall because my head was still 
on the ground。 
〃Have you been hurt?〃 
I knew the words meant something; but I could only stare; bewildered。 How 
could the meaning matter at 
this point? 
〃Bella; my name is Sam Uley。〃 
There was nothing familiar about his name。 
〃Charlie sent me to look for you。〃 
Charlie? That struck a chord; and I tried to pay more attention to what he was 
saying。 Charlie mattered; 
if nothing else did。 
The tall man held out a hand。 I gazed at it; not sure what I was supposed to 
do。 
His black eyes appraised me for a second; and then he shrugged。 In a quick and 
supple notion; he pulled 
me up from the ground and into his arms。 
I hung there; limp; as he loped swiftly through the wet forest。 Some part of 
me knew this should upset 
me—being carried away by a stranger。 But there was nothing left in me to 
upset。 
It didn't seem like too much time passed before there were lights and the deep 
babble of many male 
voices。 Sam Uley slowed as he approached the motion。 
〃I've got her!〃 he called in a booming voice。 
The babble ceased; and then picked up again with more intensity。 A confusing 
swirl of faces moved over 
me。 Sam's voice was the only one that made sense in the chaos; perhaps because 
my ear was against his 
chest。 
〃No; I don't think she's hurt;〃 he told someone。 〃She just keeps saying 'He's 
gone。' 〃 
Was I saying that out loud? I bit down on my lip。 
〃Bella; honey; are you all right?〃 
That was one voice I would know anywhere—even distorted; as it was now; with 
worry。 
〃Charlie?〃 My voice sounded strange and small。 
〃I'm right here; baby。〃 
There was a shifting under me; followed by the leathery smell of my dad's 
sheriff jacket。 Charlie 
staggered under my weight。 
〃Maybe I should hold on to her;〃 Sam Uley suggested。 
〃I've got her;〃 Charlie said; a little breathless。 
He walked slowly; struggling。 I wished I could tell him to put me down and let 
me walk; but I couldn't 
find my voice。 
There were lights everywhere; held by the crowd walking with him。 It felt like 
a parade。 Or a funeral 
procession。 I closed my eyes。 
〃We're almost home now; honey;〃 Charlie mumbled now and then。 
I opened my eyes again when I heard the door unlock。 We were on the porch of 
our house; and the tall 
dark man named Sam was holding the door for Charlie; one arm extended toward 
us; as if he was 
preparing to catch me when Charlie's arms failed。 
But Charlie managed to get me through the door and to the couch in the living 
room。 
〃Dad; I'm all wet;〃 I objected feebly。 
〃That doesn't matter。〃 His voice was gruff。 And then he was talking to someone 
else。 〃Blankets are in the 
cupboard at the top of the stairs。〃 
〃Bella?〃 a new voice asked。 I looked at the gray…haired man leaning over me; 
and recognition came after 
a few slow seconds。 
〃Dr。 Gerandy?〃 I mumbled。 
〃That's right; dear;〃 he said。 〃Are you hurt; Bella?〃 
It took me a minute to think that through。 I was confused by the memory of Sam 
Uley's similar question 
in the woods。 Only Sam had asked something else: Have you been hurt? he'd 
said。 The difference 
seemed significant somehow。 
Dr。 Gerandy was waiting。 One grizzled eyebrow rose; and the wrinkles on his 
forehead deepened。 
〃I'm not hurt;〃 I lied。 The words; were true enough for what he'd asked。 
His warm hand touched my forehead; and his fingers pressed against the inside 
of my wrist。 I watched his 
lips as he counted to himself; his eyes on his watch。 
〃What happened to you?〃 he asked casually。 
I froze under his hand; tasting panic in the back of my throat。 
〃Did you get lost in the woods?〃 he prodded。 I was aware of several other 
people listening。 Three tall 
men with dark faces—from La Push; the Quileute Indian reservation down on the 
coastline; I 
guessed—Sam Uley among them; were standing very close together and staring at 
me。 Mr。 Newton was 
there with Mike and Mr。 Weber; Angela's father; they all were watching me more 
surreptitiously than the 
strangers。 Other deep voices rumbled from the kitchen and outside the front 
door。 Half the town must 
have been looking for me。 
Charlie was the closest。 He leaned in to hear my answer。 
〃Yes;〃 I whispered。 〃I got lost。〃 
The doctor nodded; thoughtful; his fingers probing gently against the glands 
under my jaw。 Charlie's face 
hardened。 
〃Do you feel tired?〃 Dr。 Gerandy asked。 
I nodded and closed my eyes obediently。 
〃I don't think there's anything wrong with her;〃 I heard the doctor mut
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