Chapter 5 Chapter Four
September 9, 1940, Lisbon 17th Police Station Records At 15:22, a woman hung up at room 45, Rua Marqui da Frontera asking for assistance in catching the thief, Al Sergeant Contara and Sergeant Bronco drove there immediately.
At 16:07 Sergeants Alcantara and Sergeant Blanco return to report:
1. Estellena Rodriguez, Roman Catholic, widowed, born on March 27, 1905, Portuguese citizen.Consul of the Republic of Costa Rica in Central America, in Rue Machi da Frontera.
2. Jean Leblanc, Protestant, unmarried, born on January 2, 1910, French citizen, bank owner, currently has no fixed residence (refugee, Portuguese travel visa).
Estellena explained what happened as follows: "I demand the arrest of Jean Leblanc who stole my belongings. I have only known Leblanc for a few weeks. He often visits me at my villa. Five days ago I discovered Missing is a heavy gold bracelet (18 carats, 150 grams, with several large and small stones) by the jeweler Miguel da Foz in Via Alessandro Herculano The purchase price was 180,000 escudos. I accused him in the presence of Leblanc of stealing my bracelet, which he himself admitted. I ordered him to return it to me by twelve o'clock today at the latest. But he didn't follow through."
The foreigner named Jean LeBlanc confessed as follows: "I did not steal her bracelet, but was entrusted by Mrs. Rodriguez to sell this bracelet. Later, because I did not meet a buyer, I returned the original She herself." Asked: "Madame Rodrigue said she did not have the bracelet. Could you fetch it? Or, could you tell us where it is now?"
Answer: "No, because Mrs. Rodrigo has hidden the bracelet in order to charge me with theft, and her intention is to let the police arrest me." Question: "Why?" Answer: "Jealous."
When Zhu was interrogating him, his attitude was arrogant and arrogant, and his words were obviously threatening.He wantonly trampled on the dignity of the plaintiff's women and yelled at the police officers who interrogated him.Finally he feigned madness, laughed, babbled, and sang French vulgar tunes.
Sergeants Alcantara and Sergeant Blanco narrate the following: "When the foreigner was arrested he refused to be arrested, so he had to be handcuffed. When we took him away we found him in the street outside the villa. There are several suspicious elements running up and down, watching our actions closely."
Note that this foreigner named Leblanc is estimated to be related to the gangsters in Lisbon. He was escorted to the police station's detention center on the night of his arrest.He will be handed over to the Theft Division of the Police Headquarters tomorrow morning.
Consul Estella called a taxi.It was almost six o'clock in the evening when she returned to the Via Macchi da Frontera, full of excitement and fatigue.She was panting in the back of the car, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed.It really worked, everything went as expected.But, alas, God, what a mess this mysterious man has made for me!They locked him up, and he was no longer afraid of those who followed him when he stayed in the detention center.But why would anyone follow him?He didn't tell me, he just kissed me and asked me to trust him.Ah, what else can I do?I love him so much!What a brave Frenchman he is.God knows what kind of secret mission he is carrying on staying here!Yes, I am willing to trust him, and I will do whatever he tells me to do.I hid the gold bracelet, went to the pier every day to try to register a ticket for him, kept my mouth shut, and said nothing about him to anyone.If I registered a boat ticket to South America, I immediately rushed to the police station to find the investigating judge, showed him the bracelet, said that I had misplaced the bracelet, and was willing to drop the charges.Ah, it's dreadful these days without him!Whether it is day or night, how scary.Without Jean, without my sweetheart...
The taxi stopped.The female consul got out of the car, paid the money, and was about to walk towards the door when a pale and gloomy man suddenly appeared from behind a palm tree.The man was wearing an old coat. He walked up to Estellena and took off his old top hat, speaking to her in broken Portuguese, "Mrs. Rodrigo, I have something important to tell you."
"Don't listen, don't listen." The plump female consul called out impatiently.The man followed her, saying in a low voice: "I'm talking about Jean Leblanc."
"who are you?"
"My name is Walter Lewis. From London." It was true that he was from London, but it was not true to say his name was Walter Lewis.Actually his name was Lafjord, and M15 had sent him to get Thomas Levine. "What do you want from me, Mr. Lewis?"
"Because you know where M. Leblanc is."
"What does it matter to you?" said the man, looking intently into Estellana's eyes. "He has deceived me and my country. He is a villain..."
"Stop talking!"
"...a guy with no sense of honor and no morals..."
"Get out of here, or I'll call someone over!"
"How can you help a German? Do you want Hitler to win the war?"
"Hit..." He choked on the edge of his mouth: "What did you say?"
"I said you shouldn't help a German."
"Germans? No! No!" Estellena stretched out two white swan-neck arms to embrace her head and shouted: "You are lying!"
"I'm not lying! The name of this odious fascist is Thomas Levin!" Estellena suddenly felt dizzy and her eyes darkened.She tried to calm down.Jean is German?Impossible, unimaginable.He was so gentle, so docile, so... no!He must be French!Estellena groaned, "No way!"
"He lied to you, Madame. He lied to you as he did to me, as to all of us. Your Jean Leblanc is a German spy!"
"too terrifying!"
"You can't let this poisonous snake hurt anyone anymore, ma'am!" The female consul turned her head and straightened her plump body and said, "Come home with me, Mr. Lewis. Bring your evidence to I see! I want to see the facts, the plain facts! If you can produce real evidence, then..."
"Then what will you do, ma'am?"
"Then I'll take revenge on him! I can't stand any German making fun of Estellena! Never!"
Manha, Thomas heard the word a lot during his weeks in captivity, Manha translated into German means tomorrow.Those guards always like to say: "Let's talk about it tomorrow." The investigating judge always likes to say: "Let's talk about Manha (tomorrow)." They comforted each other and said, "Let's talk about Manha (tomorrow)."
After Thomas was arrested, he was first placed in a detention center. The city of Lisbon was built on seven hills.The detention center is on one of the hills called Toller.But there are so many prisoners in this detention center that it is almost full.So within a few days they transferred Thomas to a medieval six-story palace in the old town.Thomas deposited a large sum of cash with the prison administration.Every morning, he called that fat cook, Francisco, and told him the menu of the day in detail.Francisco then sent his men to buy them.Thomas feels very good about himself.He saw prison time as a brief recuperation day before boarding a ship for South America.Estelle has never heard from her.The incident did not disturb him at all.Sure she's trying to find a ticket...
A week after Thomas was locked up, a fellow inmate moved into his cell.On the morning of September 21, 1940, the genial guard Giulio, who had taken a lot of bribes from Thomas, brought the new prisoner into Thomas' cell, who looked like the bell of Notre Dame de Paris. people.Short and hunchbacked and lame and bald, with a face as pale as a corpse, with fat cheeks like a woodchuck's head.And the corners of his mouth twitch nervously from time to time. "Hello." The hunchback said with a grin. "Hello." Thomas squeezed out a reply from his mouth, as if he was about to suffocate. "My name is Alcobar. Lazarus Alcobar." He said and held out his black-haired hand like an eagle's claw to Thomas.Thomas reluctantly shook his hand, disgusted to death.Lazarus Alcor said in a hoarse voice while making the bed: "They arrested me for smuggling. These dogs! But this time they can't show evidence, they have to let me out immediately, You have to let me go sooner or later. I'm not in a hurry. Oh, At Amanha, what a day tomorrow." He sneered again. "I didn't do anything illegal." Thomas also said, but Lazarus interrupted Thomas with a friendly gesture: "Yeah, they said you stole a bracelet with gems, purely Rumors, right? Tsk tsk tsk, these villains! They are so bad!"
"Where did you hear that..."
"I know everything about you, baby! No need to address you." The hunchback scratched his body vigorously and said again: "You are French, you are the owner of the bank. The beauty you got is a consul, Estelle Na Rodrigue. You like to cook..."
"Where did you hear that?"
"Baby, I picked you out by myself!"
"Picked out?" Lazarus said happily: "Of course I picked you out! You are the most interesting person I found in this prison. The prison is too boring and boring, you have to adjust your mind to Right?" As he spoke, he moved closer and patted Thomas's knee and said in a low voice, "Learn a little bit, Jean. If they twist you in again next time, you should report to the warden first. I It does this every time!"
"Why do you want to do this?"
"I immediately went to the warden's lazy pig to fill out the prison report. Then I could see the whole record file. In a few days I had the situation of all the prisoners. So I could choose my own My favorite partner lives in the same cell." Thomas felt that he gradually liked the hunchback.He took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "Why did you just choose me?"
"You are a good boy. Although you are inexperienced, you have a good character. I can learn from you how to behave. Bank boss, you can teach me how to hang out in the exchange. You also like to cook, and I can learn something from you .Do you know? There is nothing to learn in life for nothing, and it will be useful when the time comes..."
"That's right!" Thomas said thoughtfully, "That's right." He thought, since fate dragged me out of the quiet track, haven't I learned much?Who knows what fate awaits me in the future.My safety, my life, my club in London and my nice house in McFair!Everything is far away now, slipping far away into the vast sea of fog... "I have a suggestion." Lazarus said, "Let's make friends. You put what you know Teach me everything I know, and I'll teach you everything I know. How about it?" Thomas and Lazarus got along very well as mentors and apprentices until November 5, 1940. scary morning...
On the morning of November 5, 1940, nothing happened in a long time.The interrogating judge passed on Thomas Levine.The judge's name was Eduardo Baicha, and he always wore black, with a pair of pince-nez hanging from a black ribbon.Judge Baixia was a man of culture.He always talks to Thomas in French.It's the same today: "What's the matter with you, sir. Do you admit it or not?"
"I have nothing to admit. I have not committed a crime." Bai Xia said while rubbing her pince-nez, "Hey, then you will have to stay here for a long time, sir. During this period, we have already reported your situation All the police stations in Portugal. We have to wait."
"wait for what?"
"Well, wait for a reply from all these police agencies. We don't know what other crimes you have committed in our country."
"I have not committed any crime at all! I am innocent!"
"Yes, of course, definitely... But there is no way, Mr. LeBlanc. You still have to wait, besides, you are still a foreigner..." Bai Xia flipped through a folder: "It's really a rare lady, um, it's really rare. "
"who is it?"
"Mrs. Rodriguez, the plaintiff." Thomas couldn't help itching his spine when he heard this, and a nameless anger rushed upwards. He asked stiffly, "Mr. Interrogating Judge, what do you mean she is rare?"
"She just doesn't come here."
"I do not understand."
"I invited her, but she just won't come."
"Oh, my God!" Thomas exclaimed, "No accident will happen to her!" He said to himself that nothing would happen to her.
Back in the cell, he hastened to send for Francesco, the fat cook.After a while, the fat cook ran over with a red face: "What do you want to eat today, sir?" Thomas shook his head: "It's not cooking, you have to do me a favor. Can you leave the kitchen for an hour?"
"Row."
"Go to the prison administration and ask them to bring you some of the money I have deposited there. Go and buy twenty red roses. Get a taxi to the address I wrote you. There lives a lady, It's Estellana Rodrigo. She's probably sick. Go ask and see if there's anything you can do for her!"
"Okay, Mr. Jean!" the fat cook said and left.
An hour later, Francisco returned.Dismayed, holding the twenty red roses intact, Thomas became aware that something terrible had happened. "Madame Rodrigo is gone," said the fat cook, and Thomas sank down on his wooden bed with a thud.Lazarus asked, "What do you mean she's gone?"
"It's just gone, idiot." The fat cook replied angrily: "Gone, left, set off, slipped away, not there anymore..."
"When did you leave?" Thomas asked. "It's been five days, Monsieur Jean." The fat cook looked at Thomas sympathetically, "The lady doesn't seem to want to come back. At least not soon."
"Why do you think so?"
"She took all her clothes, her jewellery, her money, everything."
"She has no money at all!"
"The safe is open..."
"Safe?" Thomas shook, "How did you see the safe?"
"That maid took me all over the house. She's a lovely half-breed, really! So beautiful! Those eyes, they're amazing!"
"Her name is Carmen," Thomas said vaguely. "Carmen, yes, it's her. I'm going to the cinema with her tonight. She leads me into the dressing room. All the lockers are empty. Then leads me into the bedroom, where the safe is empty."
"It's all empty, yes. There's still a little black silk coat hanging on the door of the cupboard, and that's all. God, what's wrong with you, Monsieur Jean? Water . . . have a drink."
"Lie down, lie down for a while," said Lazarus.Thomas did fall on his back onto his wooden bed.He said vaguely: "The safe is my money, all my property, all my belongings..."
"Women! Being with women is just for fun." Lazarus said angrily, "I won't have lunch today!"
"Why is this?" Thomas asked weakly: "Why is this? I didn't offend her... What else did Carmen say? Does she know where the lady is?"
"Carmen said she flew to the Republic of Costa Rica." Thomas groaned in pain: "God Almighty!"
"Carmen also said that Madam has sold the villa." Suddenly, Thomas yelled like crazy: "You throw this ghost rose away from me! Why do you keep sticking it in front of my nose!" As soon as the words came out, he Then he calmed down and said in a gentle tone, "I'm sorry, Lazarus. My nerves are troubled. Is there any letter from me? Nothing?"
"Yes, sir." The fat cook took two envelopes from his pocket.The first letter was from Thomas' friend, the Viennese bank boss Walter Lindner.
Thomas was breathless after reading the letter, which slipped from his hand to the floor.His head suddenly felt like it was about to burst.Why didn't Estellena tell my friend where I was?Why didn't she come here and take me out as originally agreed upon?Why is she doing this?Why?Why?The answer is in another letter.
"Oh, I love you so much, you bastard!" Estellana Rodrigo sighed to herself.While Thomas Levine was reading Estellena's farewell letter in his cell in Al Juba Prison in Lisbon, the dark-haired consul was sitting halfway around the world in the luxurious hotel of San Jose, the capital of the Republic of Costa Rica.Estellena's eyes were red, she kept fanning, her breathing was short, and she was restless.Let!Let!There is not a moment when I do not miss you, you bastard Thomas Levin!You liar, you lied to me... oh my god!How could I love you so much!The female consul was so sad that she picked up the double glass of Costa Rican Nicac champagne and drank the wine in the glass.She closed her eyes and sank into the memories of all kinds of things that happened not long ago!After the British secret service left, she looked at herself in pity, and felt that her spirit had collapsed all of a sudden, and she was completely destroyed...
Just that night, Estoril's casino was a hit!Estellena Rodrigo was more beautiful than ever, paler than ever, and she had never worn such a bare-chested evening gown.She brought about twenty thousand dollars to the casino this evening.The bosses who took profits all knew that Estrella used to lose every bet, and everyone secretly felt a little sympathy for her.But tonight she was uncharacteristically, she won every bet.Fascinated, she bet whatever she wanted with Thomas's money.Every shot is always more than everyone else.She bet on eleven, and eleven will come three times.Her moving eyes were full of crystal tears.Gradually, the gamblers from the casino lobby also gathered around.They are all scrambling to squeeze forward.Want to see this beauty in a red tux who cries every time she wins. "You are so beautiful. Your luck in love is so good! It would be too unfair for you to be lucky in the casino!" Thomas Levine's words burned Ace like fire. Terena's memories.The reason why I always lost money in the past was because I was proud of myself in love, but now!Now! "The scarlet letter, the odd number is twenty-seven!" Everyone around shouted.Estellana sobbed sadly again, and she won again.This time she bet the most, and she won the most money she could win on a single red twenty-seven in the Estoril casino. "I-no-ok-!" said the beauty at last exhausted.She couldn't walk anymore, so she had to ask two servants to help her to the bar to rest.In addition, two servants were called to carry the box to carry the mountain of chips she had won to the cashier for exchange.It was only after the exchange that I realized that I had won a total of $82,724.Who said that ill-gotten wealth cannot be blessed!Look, isn't this a fortune!Estellena asked the cashier to write her a check.She also found that there was a chip worth ten thousand escudos in her purse.She took out the chip, threw it from the bar towards the gaming table, flew over the heads of the gamblers, and landed on a red letter on a gaming table.Estellena cried out with a crying voice: "For the love that was cheated! Bet 10,000!" The roulette wheel turned to the scarlet letter again... Now she is rich and has no debts.Never to see her lover again.The shame of being committed to him was gradually washed away by the running water of the years.Looking at the luxurious and deserted living room, she couldn't help crying out with tears streaming down her face in pain: "How can I forget him!"
"How can I forget her!" Thomas also said to himself with emotion, and the silver-gray dusk fell over Lisbon.Thomas was pacing up and down the cell like an enraged tiger.He filled Lazarus' mug of wine.Now Lazarus knew Thomas' real name, what he had done, and what it would mean if German, British and French spies found Thomas.The hunchback looked worriedly at his friend while smoking a cigarette and said: "It's horrible, such a nervous woman! I don't know what else she can come up with!"
"Exactly! Maybe she'll write a letter to the Chief of Police to-morrow, putting an unsolved murder case on me!"
"There may be several cases!"
"Yes. I can't think about it now! She must have taken that hateful gold bracelet away! It is very likely that I will never get out of prison, and I will never get out again when I die."
"Yes," said Lazarus, "that's why you must try to get out as soon as possible."
"Lazarus, this is a prison, not a hotel!"
"What about prison?"
"Iron railings, walls, iron windows and iron gates! There are also judges, guards, and executioners!"
"That's right. It's impossible to imagine how easy it was when you came in." Thomas sat down beside the bed and asked, "Is there a way?"
"Of course, but it takes a little effort. You say you have learned to forge papers?"
"of course!"
"Well, there's a printing room in the basement below. It's going to print all kinds of pre-trial materials for the trial. We can get the real seal. Baby, it's up to you."
"Look at me? How can you look at me?"
"You have to change your appearance."
"Who do you want to be like?" Lazarus smiled sadly, "Like me, you have to be shorter. You have to be lame, you have to be hunchbacked, and you have to grow two woodchucks on your face." Same fat. You gotta twitch your mouth. Of course you gotta be bald. Did I freak you out, baby?"
"Where is it?" Thomas Levin bit the bullet and said a lie: "There is nothing you can't do for freedom."
"By the way, for the sake of freedom, everything can be thrown away." Lazarus said, "Okay, now listen carefully." Lazarus said so and so on.The plan they discussed was to have Thomas replace Lazarus.Once the forged release certificate was handed over to the prison management office, Thomas came to pretend to be Alkoba when it was announced that Alkoba was the prisoner, which forced Thomas to imitate the hunchback's speech, gait, bald head, fat cheeks, twitching mouth, etc. A breeze.Lazarus insisted that he practice every day...
Every day Thomas made balls of bread and stuffed them between his cheeks and gums so that he looked like he really had fat cheeks, and then he learned to twitch.It's hard to twitch with bread in your mouth.He also had to imitate the hunchback's accent. "Don't mutter like that, baby! How do you smoke?" Lazarus squeezed his mouth. "That's how I smoke! Go down, doll, go down!"
"I can't go on!" Thomas twitched as hard as he could. "Oh, these buns are getting in the way!"
"How can you get fat cheeks without bread balls! Work harder, it's better, it's better!" Thomas said with sweat on his forehead: "Your mouth is too bad, it's really difficult Nah!"
"Does everyone have a beautiful mouth like yours? It's still early! Just wait, I'll burn your hair with fire."
"What? Use fire?"
"Of course! Do you think they'll give us razors and scissors?"
"How can I stand it?" Thomas moaned. "Stop talking nonsense and work hard. Squat down low and put on my coat. See how much you have to bend your legs to be about my size. Get the pillows to make a decent hump! Don't bother me now, I Get them and find out who has a letter from the Attorney-General. It's got to be stamped, so I can get it for you."
The Portuguese don't eat potatoes very much anymore, but Francisco, the prison cook, has managed to get some beautiful potatoes.Because the well-to-do prisoners Leblanc and Alcobar asked him to order boiled potatoes with the skins on for lunch on November 5th.According to the two of them, Francisco first boiled the potatoes with the skins half-cooked, and then carried the half-cooked potatoes up to the sixth floor while they were still hot.He also made them Portuguese sardines in vinaigrette.The guard Giulio, at the request of the two well-to-do prisoners, cut the half-boiled potatoes in half with a very sharp knife.
After the guard left, the two left their food there, because Thomas had more important things to do than eat.He put everything he needed on a small table by the window one by one.Lazarus' typewritten release certificate and stamped letter from the Attorney General.Thomasas went to work, recalling what he had learned from the painter and passport forger, Renardo Pereira.The hunchback fished a candle and a box of matches from under his mattress.He stole it in the warden's office.The reason for stealing these two items was because he thought they would be useful when he set fire to Thomas' hair. "The critical moment has come," said the hunchbacked Lazarus to Thomas Levin that night. "The warden has sent my release certificate to the release office. According to the regulations, they will issue a release certificate tomorrow." According to my experience, they will take you out of the cell at about eleven o'clock. That is to say, you will lose your hair tonight." The fire did not last very long.Not half an hour.It was true that this was the saddest half-hour of Thomas Levin's life.He sat with his head buried in front of Lazarus, allowing him to singe off his curly hair like chicken feathers.Holding the candle in his right hand, Lazarus singed Thomas's locks of hair away close to the root.Holding a damp cloth in his left hand, he kept rubbing Thomas' scorched scalp so he wouldn't burn himself.Tomas snorted in pain: "Be careful! Ouch! Bastard! Ouch!" Lazarus answered him with a Portuguese proverb: "If you suffer, you will be free!" After half an hour, the torture was over. "What am I now?" Thomas asked exhaustedly.Lazarus replied triumphantly, "If you stuffed a dough ball in your mouth and convulsed well, you would be cast in the same mold as me." Neither of them slept that night. with.
The next morning, breakfast was served by a guard they didn't know.Since it was Sunday, as we have already said, that good-looking Julio had every Sunday off.After breakfast Lazarus swallowed three white pills and lay down on Thomas Levin's wooden bed.Thomas, on the other hand, put on the hunchbacked short overcoat, and did his last general practice between eight and ten o'clock.Then he tucked the balls of bread into his cheeks and strapped the thick pillows to his back, all the while twitching . . .
At about eleven o'clock, the strange guard came again, and Lazarus was asleep with his head covered.The guard took a release card and called, "Lazarus Alcobar!" Tomas stood up on his knees, twitching and blinking at the guard, muttering something. "Yes." The guard sized him up carefully, and it didn't matter what he saw, which made Thomas's back sweat profusely. "You are Lazarus Alcobar?"
"yes!"
"What happened to the other one? Still sleeping!"
"Didn't sleep well last night. Mr. Warden, what can I do for you?"
"You are released." Thomas grabbed his chest, groaned, and collapsed on the bed.He deliberately pretended to be extremely excited and said, "I knew a long time ago that justice would prevail! Good people will always be saved."
"Don't be wordy, come with me!" The guard went to lift him up, almost giving Thomas away.So he limped along with the guard into an administration building.Now that he's used to it, his face twitches without feeling it.But walk with bent legs... Don't cramp, don't fall... Up and down the stairs, how can I bear it!God!Another hallway.The guard looked back and said, "What's the matter? Is it hot? Alcoba, why are you sweating? Take off your coat!"
"No, no, thank you. Totally excited... On the contrary, I'm cold..."
Later they came to the office of the release office, which was divided into two sides by a wooden railing.Behind the railing there are three officials in their offices.In front of the railing were two other prisoners who were about to be released.At a glance Thomas saw two things that relieved him.The first is that the three officials are all lazy pigs, completely dealing with errands.The second point is that there are no chairs in front of the railing.Good luck, Thomas thought.The clock on the wall said ten past eleven.When it was five minutes to twelve, the three lazy pigs hadn't finished the procedures for the two prisoners.But Thomas has already begun to see gold flowers.He felt he might pass out at any moment.The knee joint hurts terribly, not only the knee joint, but also the calf, thigh, ankle bone, and waist all hurt terribly.He rested his elbows quietly on the railing.Oh, my God, how easy this is... "Hey! That one over there!" The shortest official shouted: "Get your hands off the railing immediately! Can't stand for a few minutes? Lazy guy!" "Excuse me," Thomas said, twitching the corners of his mouth, and he had to pull his hand back.As soon as he took his hand back, he fell down.He couldn't stand up.He tried desperately not to pass out.Don't pass out.Otherwise they'd come to take off their coats, and that would be bad, and it would be revealed... He wasn't unconscious.When others saw him lying on the ground, they said that the poor prisoner had collapsed because of his excitement, so they handed him a stool.When he sat down, he thought that I should have put on a show, so he could have a chair to sit on.I am a fool!
At half past twelve, two officials had to take a lunch break, and the one who stayed finally came to ask about Thomas.He stuck a form into the typewriter and said pleasantly, "It's just a formality. You have to fill in your case so you don't get confused with other prisoners." Yes, Thomas thought.You do have to pay attention.He recited his friend's date of birth like a scripture: "Alcobar Lazarus, single, Roman Catholic, native of Lisbon, born on April 12, 1905..."
"Last address of residence?"
"51 Pampula Street." The official compared the information Thomas said with another form, and continued typing on the typewriter.As he typed, he said, "Gray and thinning hair. How did you go bald so early?"
"Life is bad."
"Yeah. Black eyes. How tall? Stand up!" Thomas stood up, knees bent.The official sized him up and asked again, "What are the characteristics?"
"The hunchback, and the face..."
"Okay, okay. Um! Sit down!" The official clicked to fill out the form and led Thomas into the next room to hand him over to an official of the management office.As a prisoner awaiting trial he did not have to turn in all his personal clothes, so he kept his coat, underwear and his gold pocket watch.Now he got his friend's passport and various documents, and received Lazarus' money, a knife and a small suitcase.Thomas thought that by the quarter past two o'clock the ordeal would be over, but it wasn't.The formalities in the prison were over, and he was led again through countless corridors to the priest of the prison.The elderly priest spoke to Thomas with sincerity, and he was obviously deeply moved, for the released prisoner, trembling all over, begged him to allow him to kneel and listen to the priest's admonition...
At three o'clock in the afternoon Portuguese time on November 16, 1940, Thomas Levin staggered across the prison compound towards the gate, where he was asked to show his release papers.His mouth twitched so pitifully, and his back was bowed and bent behind his thin overcoat. "Have a good time, old man," said the gatekeeper as he opened the heavy iron gate.Thomas walked into the vast, uncertain, chaotic freedom.He gritted his teeth and shuffled, and just as he reached the corner of the street, he collapsed again.He couldn't stand up.He crawled and crawled and finally climbed into the gate of a house.He got up and sat down on a stone step and burst into tears.His passport was lost, his money was lost, his possessions were gone, and his boat was gone.
The escape of the prisoner, Jean Leblanc, had caused a scene that very day.看守发现牢房里只有一个人了，睡得那么死，怎么也叫不醒，另一个囚犯却不见了。他立即叫来了医生，医生说阿尔科巴没有装样，他的确是被安眠药麻醉得昏迷过去了。医生们的诊断是符合事实的，只不过药是拉札鲁斯自己服的，他把看病时偷来的三颗药丸全吞下去了……于是赶快给拉札鲁斯灌黑咖啡，又给他注射药物，过了一会儿这个囚犯终于醒过来了。大家把他的衣服脱掉一看，身上的驼背货真价实。他不是别人正是阿尔科巴呀！阿尔科巴揉了揉惺忪的睡眼说：“这个该死的列布朗肯定在我的早餐里放了什么东西。我是觉得今天早上的咖啡的味儿不正，怎么这么苦。后来我头就疼起来了，真发晕。后来我就不省人事了。我对他说过我今天要出狱。这件事是我在看守长那儿帮忙的时候听说的。”那个值白班的看守对着拉札鲁斯吼道：“可是我今天早上还同您讲过话，是送早点的时候！而且后来我又把您领出了牢房！”拉札鲁斯使赶来的官员们哑口无言：“假如您今天早上已经把我领出了牢房，那我还会呆在这儿吗？”来调查的官员们到底还是弄清楚了是让·列布朗冒充拉札鲁斯·阿尔科巴跑了。阿尔科巴一边不停地打呵欠一边强烈地要求：“释放证是开的我的名字。所以你们得赶快把我放出去。”
“唔，嗯。当然……不过，只要调查一结束就……”
“你们都给我听着要是明天早上还不把我给放了，那我可要把你们这儿发生的好事说给检察官先生听听！”阿尔科巴声色俱厉地说道。
与此同时，托马斯也在喊：“佩雷拉！喂！佩雷拉！”他敲了敲那个伪造证件的画师的家门，可是没人应声。要么他醉了，要么就不在家。托马斯想着。他现在已经觉得好些了，他想起了他那个穷困潦倒的朋友是从来不锁门的。于是他把门的把手往下一拧，门开了。屋里完全还是老样子，从来没收拾过。到处都是装满了烟头的烟灰缸、颜料瓶、画笔、羽毛、调色板，屋子里五颜六色令人心烦。
先看佩雷拉的厨房里有什么吃的吧。白面包、番茄、蛋、乳酪、火腿、大海椒、胡椒、鱼酱、醋制白花菜、阿月子等等调料，各种色彩激起了托马斯的食欲。他想做点味浓的食物，既是给自己做，也是给佩雷拉做。等他一回家，醉了酒的人总得吃点儿辛辣的东西……托马斯一边做菜，一边回忆这段时间的生活。他心中也像打翻了的调料瓶，酸甜苦辣样样俱全。他情不自禁地又想起了埃斯特勒娜。这个妖精这个巫婆，托马斯狠狠地一刀切下了阿月浑子的头，他觉得切下的好象是埃斯特勒娜的头。那个红色的大海椒更是气坏了他。好像世界上的万事万物都在同他做对！所有的人都是他的仇人！以后再也别去同情谁，怜悯谁了。到此为止！现在我是受够了！现在要你们看看我的厉害了！全体！整个世界！都要尝尝我的厉害！再加些胡椒，再加些辣椒，再加些盐。把这些揉成一块糊糊，就像我要把你们这些狗东西打成一堆肉酱一样……
嘎吱一响，外边的门开了，这下佩雷拉总算回来了。托马斯欣慰地朝厨房外叫了一声：“到这儿来！我在厨房里！”过了一会儿，厨房门口出现了一个人。不是那个胡子拉碴的、醉醺醺的画师佩雷拉，而是一个女人。她穿了一件红色的皮大衣，鞋也是红的，帽子也是红的，帽子下面露出藏青色的卷发。这是一位眼睛黑亮的，皮肤白嫩的女人。她两手插在大衣里全神贯注地望着托马斯·列文。她说话的嗓音很清脆：“晚上好，佩雷拉。您不认识我。”
“我……”托马斯话还未出口就被那个女郎一摆头打断了。她摆头的时候美丽的长发像波浪一样荡到一边肩头：“放心好啦，我不是警察局来的。恰恰相反……”托马斯琢磨着她是把我当成雷纳多·佩雷拉了，肯定！于是他急中生智，结结巴巴地反问道：“是谁把地址告诉您的？”这位女衣女郎眯起一只眼睛把托马斯打量了一下说：“您怎么啦？神经出毛病了？还是可卡因？醉了？”
“什么？怎么？”
“您的脸怎么老抽个不停？您那嘴不抽不行吗？”
“呵，一会儿就会好的。晚上，有时候晚上就犯这个毛病。我问您谁把地址告诉您的？”这位女郎朝他走近两步。他闻到了她身上散发出来的香味。她长得很美。她轻言细语地说：“告诉我地址的是一位名叫德布拉的少校。”法国谍报局的德布拉少校，托马斯就像被电击了似的一下子呆了。他也来了！他是第三个上了我圈套的人。有什么奇怪的，能不来吗？现在他们三个人一起来跟踪我。一个法国人，一个英国人，一个德国人。现在我活不了多久了……红衣女郎说的什么，他听不清了。他昏昏沉沉地觉得红衣女郎好象站得老远老远的地方同自己讲话。托马斯的眼睛也开始发花，他看见眼前站着的这个女人模模糊糊地同幻象一样。她提的第二个问题更把托马斯吓坏了：“您认识一个叫让·列布朗的人吗？”
“什么？让·列布朗？从来没听说过！”
“别装蒜了，佩雷拉。您当然认识他。”这个女妖精说着一下坐在一张凳子上，翘起二郎腿说：“干嘛这么胆小怕事的！”这个娘们儿在我面前居然也摆起臭架子了。我到了哪步田地了！凭什么我就该受这份窝囊气？不久前我还是伦敦的银行老板。我，伦敦一个俱乐部的成员。正直、体面、潇洒、自尊……而现在，藏在这个葡萄牙的又脏又破的厨房里挨一个女人的骂，说我胆小怕事。不行，得给她点儿颜色看看！于是这个很有修养的托马斯·列文也吐出了一串粗话：“把你那张臭嘴给我闭上。马上滚出去，不然有你受的！”
可是还没等他骂完，气氛一下子就变了。门外响起了脚步声，门口出现了一个胡子拉碴的人，身着粘了许多油画颜料的灯芯绒裤子和一件旧黑毛衣。他已经喝得醉醺醺的了，然而他看见托马斯，脸上仍然浮起了笑容。他咕咕哝哝地说道：“欢迎您光临寒舍呀！噫，您，您的头发呢？怎么回事呀？”画师雷纳尔·佩雷拉回家来了……
红衣女郎一下子就从凳子上跳起来，她愣愣地盯着托马斯喊道：“怎么，您根本不是佩雷拉？”
“他怎么会是我呢。”那个喝得酩酊大醉的画师说道：“您是不是喝醉了，小姐？佩雷拉在这儿，是我！他是……”
"shut up!"
“……是我的朋友列布朗！”
"Ah!"
“呃，漂亮的呃夫人，请问您是谁呀？”
“我叫桑塔·泰西尔。”她说着眼睛一直盯着托马斯：“您就是让·列布朗先生么？太巧了！”
"What do you want from me?"
“您给您的朋友德布拉搞过一个假护照对吧？德布拉对我说要是我自己需要个假护照的话，那就来找雷纳多·佩雷拉，他还说他是让·列布朗的熟人，是他叫我来的……”
“您的朋友德布拉是这样说的吗？”
“是的，是这样说的。”
“他别的再没说什么啦？”
“他只说您是个好汉子，救过他的命。”托马斯心中的一块石头落了地，他心想还好！没什么大不了的事。于是他换上了和善的口气说道：“您愿意同我们一道吃饭吗？请把大衣脱掉吧，泰西尔小姐。来，我来帮帮您！”桑塔·泰西尔里面穿了一条细腰黑短裙，上面是一件白绸衫。God!托马斯一看都愣住了，多美的身材！要是下雨的话，这姑娘连鞋都不会淋湿的……又苗条又丰满……危机过去了。托马斯又恢复常态，又是彬彬有礼温文尔雅的了，在女人面前他永远是这么文质彬彬的。 “那么您想要一个护照是吗，桑塔？”
“不是。”她的眼光犹疑不定地左看看右看看，她的左鼻翼也微微有些发颤。这是她的一个习惯动作。“我不是要一个，而是要七个。”
“您要这么多护照给谁呢，桑塔？”
“两个德国人，两个法国人，还有三个是匈牙利人。”
“看来您真是朋友遍天下呀。”桑塔笑了笑说：“这有什么可奇怪的，干我这一行给外国人做导游的！”
“导游些什么地方呢？”
“从法国经西班牙到葡萄牙。很来钱。”
“经常跑吗？”
“每月跑一趟。旅游团的人数越来越多。好些人都是用的假护照。有的根本就没护照，什么样的人都有……”
“说起护照的事嘛，我……”那画师刚想插嘴就被托马斯制止住了。桑塔接着又说：“我只给有钱人当导游。我的要价很高。可没人同我闹别扭。我对边界地段了如指掌！所有的边防哨卡的官员都是我的熟人！这次我带了七个人过来，他们需要新护照。”说着她用胳膊肘碰了碰画师说：“老头儿，可以捞一大笑钱呐。”托马斯说：“我也需要一个护照。”
“啊！圣母玛丽亚。”画师叫了起来：“可我没护照了呀！”托马斯急了，他说：“我不是给了您几本旧护照吗？”
“什么时候给我的？六个星期以前的事了！还翻老皇历？您以为我的钱多得没处花是不是？两周之内就都用完了！实在是抱歉得很。可是眼下我确实一个也没啦！我刚才一直就想对您说，嗨，真是！”
在西雅多广场周围有几家以甜食著称的小咖啡馆。一九四零年十一月十六日晚上，卡拉维拉甜食店的壁龛里有两个人在那吃甜食。其中的一个在喝威士忌，另一个吃的是泡沫乳浆冰淇淋。前者是英国间谍彼得·洛弗乔伊，后者是个胖子，一对总是笑眯眯地猪眼睛，长了一张玫瑰红的娃娃脸，他的名字叫路易斯·古茨毛。彼得·洛弗乔伊和路易斯·古茨毛已经认识两年了，他们已经卓有成效地合作过好几次了……“是时候了。”洛弗乔伊说：“我已经得到了情报，说他今天从监狱里跑掉了。”
“那我们得抓紧才行，别让他跑出了里斯本。”古茨毛说。“就是。”洛弗乔伊压低了声音问道：“您打算怎么来了结这件事？”
“我想还是用无声手枪吧。钱呢？带来了吗？”
“带来了。先拿五千埃斯库多。事成之后再来五千。”
一九四零年十一月十七日晨，坐过十一次牢房的阿尔科巴被领去见监狱长。那个又高又瘦的监狱长对他说：“有人给我汇报说您昨天晚上说了不少带威胁性的话，阿尔科巴。”
“监狱长先生，我不过是在为自己辩护。他们说不会释放我，说我与让列布朗逃跑这件事有关系。”拉札鲁斯说。“我可以肯定您与这件事有关系，阿尔科巴，我奉劝您还是别去找检察长的好。”
“监狱长先生，当然我不会随便去找他的。您放了我，我还去找他干嘛？那个列布朗冒了我的名逃走了关我什么事嘛！”
“您听着，阿尔科巴。我们今天就放您走……”阿尔科巴嘿嘿地笑起来：“这就对了。”
“……但是您要明白我们之所以释放您并不是因为害怕您，而是上面的确下了释放您的命令。出狱之后，您不准离开里斯本。”
“我不会离开的，监狱长先生。”
“您笑什么，阿尔科巴！有什么好笑的！您这个人是没治的了，无可救药。我敢肯定您马上又会到我们这儿来报到的。您最好就呆在这里别走算了。您这样的人，还是关在铁笼子里好些。”
老城里有一些因年深日久受到风雨剥蚀的洛可可式宫殿建筑，其余便是镶嵌了五色斑斓瓷砖的居民住宅。中午时分，人们都在午睡，弯弯拐拐的窄巷子里一片静寂。巷子里拉上了数不清的绳子，绳子上晾着洗过的衣物。震裂的石阶上长着一些畸形怪状的树。附近有一条河叫蒂约河。家家的围墙都朝着河的方向开得门道，使人一眼便可望见蒂约河的流水。托马斯也在凝望着河边，他站在他那个好酒贪杯的朋友的画室的一个窗前。桑塔·泰西尔站在他的身旁。这姑娘又到这儿来了，她是来辞行的。她得回马赛去。她极力怂恿托马斯与她同行。桑塔今天显得焦虑不安，她的左鼻翼在微微扇动。她把一只手放到托马斯手臂上说：“同我一道走吧，您和我做伴儿吧。我会有事让您办的，不会是什么导游之类。您在这儿是英雄无用武之地。可是在马赛。天呐，我们可以把我的生意搞得很兴旺的！”
托马斯摇了摇头朝外面的蒂约河望去，这条河里的水缓缓悠悠地一直流进大西洋。在这条河进入大西洋的出海口有一些等待起航的船只。它们将要载着受威胁受迫害的人，载着伤心绝望担心受怕的人驶向远方，驶向遥远的自由的国度。那些船上的乘客既有护照又有入境签证，钱包也是胀鼓鼓的。托马斯没有护照，也没有入境签证了。身上一文不名。除了身上穿的这件旧外套别的什么也没有。他突然感到疲倦得要命。他的生活陷进了魔鬼的圈子，往哪儿逃呀！上天无路入地无门。他对桑塔说：“谢谢您的好意，桑塔。您是个漂亮的女人，您当然也一定会是一个出色的伙伴。”说着他抬起头来笑眯眯地看了桑塔一眼，看得这个脸蛋儿长得像野猫一样的桑塔脸上飞起了红晕。她象这未涉世的女学生一样蹬了蹬脚，嘴里咕哩咕嘟地说：“看您胡说些什么……”可是托马斯还在不停地夸她：“您的心地一定很善良。可是您知道，我过去曾经是银行老板。我还想当银行老板呐！”佩雷拉坐在一张上面堆满了颜料瓶、画笔、烟灰缸和酒瓶的桌子面前。他现在酒已醒了，又开始拿起笔来画画。他说：“让，桑塔的建议我看不错嘛。您同她一道肯定可以到马赛去的。到了马赛比在这更容易搞到一张假护照，这儿的警察要抓您。再说您在马赛还有别的朋友。”
“天呐，可是我是从马赛出来的呀！难道一切都白费工夫了吗？”这时桑塔有点不耐烦了，她说：“您这人真是太优柔寡断了。您倒了霉，没错。可我们大家在生活中都倒过霉！但是目前您最需要的是钱和一个正正经经的护照。”托马斯凄然地说道：“有佩雷拉的帮忙我在里斯本还是会弄到个护照的。至于钱嘛，我在南美洲有个朋友，我可以写信去向他要。算了，算了，我这儿还能对付过去，我……”
话还未说完，一连几声闷沉沉的枪响划破了午间的寂静。桑塔吓得惊叫了一声，佩雷拉一起身，慌忙之中把一个颜料瓶撞翻了。他们三人面面相觑，呼吸都停止了……几秒钟后，街上传来鼎沸的嘈杂声。托马斯冲进厨房，一把拉开窗子朝院子下面望去。只见下面院子里涌来了许多人，男男女女，老老少少，都围着一个躺倒在地上的人。这个人痛苦地蜷缩成一团，又矮又驼。“拉札鲁斯！拉札鲁斯！你听得见我在喊你吗？拉札鲁斯！”托马斯在这个躺在沥青地面上的驼背人身旁跪下来，在他身后，许多陌生人都争先恐后地朝前面挤，都想看看地上躺着的人。鲜血从阿尔科巴的枪伤创口里汩汩地往外涌。他身中数弹，一动不动地躺在那儿，眼睛紧闭着，嘴角也不再抽动了。“拉札鲁斯……”托马斯的声音哽咽起来了。这时，这个矮小的驼背慢慢地启开了眼皮。他的瞳孔已经发灰，然而他还是认出了跪在身边的这个人。他挣扎着一边喘息一边说：“快跑，让，快跑呀。这是冲着你来的……”正说着，他口中涌出一大口鲜血。“别说话，拉札鲁斯。”托马斯恳求他的朋友把嘴闭上。可拉札鲁斯还在用微弱的声音说：“那个家伙喊列布朗这个名字，他把我当成了你。”泪水涌出了托马斯的眼眶，这既是愤怒的泪水又是伤心的泪水：“别讲话了，拉札鲁斯，医生马上就要来了……他们要立刻给你动手术。”
“已经……太……迟了……”驼背人目不转睛地盯着托马斯，突然他那逐渐灰暗的眼光中闪过一丝狡黠的笑意。他用尽力气吐出了最后的几句话：“遗憾呐，娃娃……本来我们还可以一道干些事情……”话还未说完，笑意消隐了。眼光也凝固了。托马斯从他死去的朋友身边站起来，周围的人都给他让开一条路。默默地目送着他从人群中走出去。托马斯被泪水模糊的眼睛看见了远远地站在激动的人群边上的桑塔和佩雷拉。他默默地朝他俩走去，踉跄了几步，要不是画师还扶住他的话，那他一定摔倒在地上了。
这时院子里进来两个警察和一个医生。当医生检查死者的时候，所有围观的人都在同警察讲话。看热闹的人越来越多了，院子里一片尖叫声，托马斯擦干泪水看了看桑塔。他心里明白要是他不马采取行动的话那就悔之晚矣。
庇里尼山中已经很冷了，刺骨的寒风在西班牙的阿拉哥尼地区和法国南部地区分界线的红泥土的山谷间呼啸。一九四零年十一月二十三日清晨，天刚蒙蒙亮一男一女两个孤独的行人向隆塞斯法勒山口走去。他们两人都脚登登山鞋，头戴毡帽，身穿厚厚的防风夹克衫，背着重重的背包。托马斯从来没有爬过这么危险崎岖的山路。他觉得这一切都好象是一场梦，眼前是一片梦幻般的晨雾，到处都是树林和山谷投下的阴影，而他在这清晨追随着一个素昧平生的姑娘，一步一跛地朝法国的边界爬去。他的脚底已经打起了好多血泡。
桑塔·泰西尔，一个了不起的女人，这是托马斯与她认识五天后得出的结论。她的确对葡萄牙和西班牙了如指掌，她认识海关的官员，认识巡逻队的军人，认识慷慨留他们过夜并供应他们吃喝的农户。他们从里斯本乘火车到了法伦西亚。遇上了两次检查哨。两次托马斯都靠了桑塔才得以蒙混过关。夜里他俩步行越过通往西班牙的边界。又走过了维果、莱昂和布尔哥斯。西班牙的检查岗和警察比葡萄牙多得多。不过尽管如此还是一路顺利，完全没有遇到麻烦。多亏了桑塔。现在是最后一个界口了，过了这个界口就到法国了。背包带深深地勒进了托马斯·列文的肩头，全身的每一块骨头都痛得要命。他都要累垮了。他一边跟着桑塔朝上爬一边昏昏沉沉地回忆着往事，心中不时涌起一些疑团。走着走着路平坦一些了，树林子走完了。他俩来到一块空地上。这儿有间破败不堪的烂草屋。托马斯拖着疲乏的步子跟在那不知疲倦的桑塔后面刚好走到这里时，就听到附近接连三声枪响。桑塔猛地转过身跑到托马斯身边。她在托马斯耳边小声地喊了一声：“快，快进去！”她一把拖着托马斯钻到草棚下面，两人都钻进草里去了。他俩急促地喘息着你看着我，我看着你，屏息听外边的动静。
“砰！”又是一声震耳欲聋的枪响。随后一阵风刮过，飘来了男人的说话声，但说的是什么他俩一句也没听懂。“别动！”桑塔悄悄地说：“千万别动，可能是边防军人。”托马斯心想也可能是别的什么人，里斯本那帮人肯定要不了多久就会发现他们上了当。托马斯感觉桑塔就在自己身边。她安安静静地躺在草里，然而托马斯没法安静。同时他察觉到桑塔是故作镇静。她在极力克制自己以免托马斯看出她内心的紧张。就在这时托马斯下了决心。他不愿意再让第二个无辜的人为他而送命了！他知道拉札鲁斯之死就像一块沉重的石头压在他的心上，一直到他的生命结束。完蛋就完蛋，托马斯·列文想道。宁可现在就完蛋总比没完没了地担惊受怕好。你们这些愚蠢的杀人凶手们，不用再追我了，你们这些杀人的蠢货，别再跟踪我了。我出来自首，不过别去找那个无辜的姑娘的麻烦，一人做事一人当……想着想着他一下脱下背包带站起身来。这可把桑塔吓坏了，她那苍白的脸上两只眼睛火辣辣地望着托马斯，她从牙缝里逼出了一句话：“你给我躺着，你疯了……”她用尽全力想把托马斯拉下来躺着。“实在抱歉，桑塔。”托马斯边说边使了一个柔道的招数。他知道这下子桑塔会暂时昏迷几秒钟。桑塔哼了一声便仰面倒了下去。
于是托马斯走出草棚来到了空地上。那边走来了两个人，手里都端着枪。他也走过去，怀着一种莫名其妙的精神胜利感。你们没法朝我背后开枪，至少你们没法说我是在逃跑的时候被打死的吧。这时候那两个人看见了托马斯，一下子举起了枪。托马斯朝前走了一步又走了一步，他们把枪放下，托马斯从来没见过这两个人。他们都头戴帽子，身穿灯芯绒裤子，防风夹克，脚登登山鞋。两个人个头都不高，一个蓄着小胡子，另一个戴着眼镜。现在他俩走到托马斯跟前来了。戴眼镜的那个人摘下帽子用西班牙语很客气地说了一声：“早上好。”
“您看见了吗？”那个蓄小胡子的人问道。托马斯只觉得一阵晕眩，眼前站的这两个人，林中空地，草地树木，全都旋转起来了。他有气无力地问：“看见谁？”
“那只鹿呀！”那个戴眼镜的人说道。“我把它打中了！”小胡子说：“我知道我把它打中了。我看见它滚在地上，后来又拖着身子逃了。”
“肯定就在这儿附近。”眼镜说。“我什么也没看见。”托马斯用结结巴巴的西班牙语回答说。“呵，原来是个外国人！恐怕是那边逃过来的吧。”眼镜说。托马斯只好点了点头。两个西班牙人交换了一个眼色：“就当我们没见着您这个人算了。”小胡子说：“早安，一路平安。”他们揭下帽子道再见。托马斯也摘下了帽子。他们走了，不一会儿便消失在树林的深处。
托马斯在那空地上站了一会儿，做了几次深呼吸才又回到草棚里。桑塔正坐在草堆里揉脖子，脖子都揉红了。托马斯坐到她身边说：“刚才的事情请您原谅我，可我不想……您不能……怎么能让您……”他结巴起来，最后只说了句：“只不过是两个打猎的。”突然桑塔忘情地扑在托马斯身上，两人都倒在草堆里。桑塔俯身在托马斯上面耳语般地说：“你是想保护我，你是怕我出危险，你是为我着想……”他用手轻柔地抚摸着托马斯的脸：“过去没有任何一个男人这么做过，我从未遇到过任何一个男人这么做过……”
"do what?"
“为我着想。”桑塔的声音越来越轻了。桑塔狂热地亲吻起他，托马斯沉浸在这亲吻的甜蜜之中，一切苦难一切恐惧，黑沉沉的往事黑沉沉的未来都统统地消隐了……