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麦琪的礼物_英文原文
THE GIFT OF THE MAGIby O. HenryOne dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents ofit was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Threetimes Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsidingfrom the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. JamesDillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that hadbeen his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty'sjewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shininglike a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and madeitself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With awhirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie.""Will you buy my hair?" asked Della."I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."Down rippled the brown cascade."Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick," said Della.Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget thehashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all ofthem inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretriciousornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy ofThe Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked atit on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in placeof a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a littleto prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted thegas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lyingcurls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at herreflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically."If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. Butwhat could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and saton the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Thenshe heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered:"Please God, make him think I am still pretty."The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdenedwith a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.Della wriggled off the table and went for him."Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!'Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you.""You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"Jim looked about the room curiously."You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tearsand wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit."Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch.I want to see how it looks on it."Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled."Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of twofoolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.麦琪的礼物1一块八毛七分钱。
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译《麦琪的礼物》是一篇著名的短篇小说，它的原文是英文。
这篇小说描述了一个女孩麦琪如何通过自己的行动和决定，给她的朋友小史蒂文带来了一份珍贵的礼物。
下面我们来仔细分析一下这篇小说的原文及其翻译。
原文：Maggie and Pete were friends. They worked in the samestore and went to the same church. But Maggie and Pete did not see each other very often. Pete lived on the east side and Maggie lived on the west side of town.One Saturday in December, Maggie went shopping. She sawa little boy sitting on the curb. He was crying. Maggie knew the little boy. His name was Steven. She walked over to him."Steven, what's the matter?" she asked."I want a sled for Christmas," he said. "But my parents haveno money for toys."Maggie told him not to cry. "Santa Claus will bring you a sled," she said.But after she left the little boy, Maggie began to worry. Santa Claus would not bring Steven a sled if his parents had no money. Then, Maggie had an idea.She went to the store and found Pete. She asked him tomake a sled for Steven. Pete made sleds, and he had the tools to make one."I will pay you for the sled," Maggie said."No, I will not take any money," Pete said. "But you must do something for me.""What is it?" Maggie asked."Sing in the choir on Sunday," Pete said. "We need more singers."Maggie did not like to sing in the choir. But she wanted Steven to have a sled. On Sunday, she sang in the choir.After the services, Pete brought the sled to Maggie's house. "It's for Steven," he said, "Merry Christmas."On Christmas Day, Maggie went to see Steven. She watched him open his presents. Then, she took him outside. She showed him the sled. The little boy was very happy."Who gave it to me?" Steven asked."Santa Claus," Maggie said.翻译：麦琪和皮特是朋友。
麦琪的礼物 英文版
Jim and Della, though they are live in the lower classes, they never lost their fervency to their lives and love each other deeply, penury is so insignificant when it is in this warm sentiment. At the Christmas' Eve, they were still thinking about the presents they should give to each other, how romantic!
But they were very poor.
• She only have one dollar and eightyseven cents. she knew it was not eห้องสมุดไป่ตู้ough money to buy any good gift, so she cited to be proud of brown hair cut down like a waterfall, sell, and in exchange for the 20 U.S. dollars.
•The next two hours tripped by on rosy wings.
• At 7 o'clock, the door opened and Jim stepped in and clos ed it. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there wa s an expression in them that she could not r ead, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepare d for.
英语短剧(麦琪的礼物)中英文
The Gifts（麦琪的礼物）Mon.：Tomorrow will be Christmas. But Della feels very sad. Because she has no money to buy a present for her husband , Jim . She has only one dollar and eighty-seven cents .They have only 20 dollars a week, it doesn’t leave much for savin g.In fact, Della and Jim have two possessions in which they both take very great pride. One is Jim’s gold watch, which has been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other is Della’s long beautiful hair.旁白：明天是圣诞节，但是德拉觉得很难过，因为她无钱为她丈夫吉姆买一圣诞礼物，她只有1.87美元，他们一个月只有20美元的收入，那很难再从中省钱了。
事实上，德拉和吉姆有两件让他们引以为豪的宝贝，一件是吉姆的金表，那是从他祖父和父亲那里留传下来的，还有一件是德拉那一头棕发，又长又美丽。
D: Life is so hard for me. Though I saved the money for many months , I still have only one dollar and eighty seven cents.德拉：生活对我来说很困难，虽然我很多个月以前就开始存钱了，我仍然只有1.87美元。
D: I—- I—- I have to have my hair cut and sold it . In that way I can get some money and I can buy a beautiful present for Jim.德拉：我……我……我不得不剪了头发去卖掉，那样我就能得到一些钱去买礼物给吉姆了。
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译导语：《麦琪的礼物》欧·亨利创作的短篇小说，讲述了一对穷困的年轻夫妇忍痛割爱互赠圣诞礼物的故事，反映了美国下层人民生活的艰难，赞美了主人公善良的心地和纯真爱情。
下面和小编一起来看麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译，希望有所帮助！原文1 pieces of 8 hair 7, just a bit of money, which is 60 Fen minutes of the coin, a penny a penny in the grocery store owner, the vendors and the butcher Lailai hard, every time a hair with the smell of urine, the transaction is a deeply argue about little details. Della counted it three times, one dollar and seven cents, and the second day was christmas.In addition to flop down on the shabby little couch crying, obviously there is no other way.D do, but spiritual feeling arise spontaneously, life is cry sniffles and smiles withsniffles predominating.As the housewife gradually calmed down, lets take a look at the house. A furnished apartment house, rent eight dollars a week. Although it is difficult to describe, but it is really enough to help the word beggar.There is a mailbox downstairs in the doorway, which no letter, and an electric button from no one finger ring. Moreover, there is a name card, write "James di - Han Lin yang"."Dillingham" this name is the owner of previous brilliance as a whim added, when he earned thirty dollars a week. Now, his income has shrunk to $twenty, "Dillingham" letters appear blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of a modest and unassuming practical letters D. However, when Mr. JamesDillingham Jan, go upstairs, walked into the room upstairs, James de Han Lin - Mrs. Yang is just introduced to you as della is always called him "Kim", and warmly embraced him. Of course, thats the best. Yes, Jim is so lucky!Della finished her cry to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a backyard in a gray cat walking a gray fence in. Tomorrow is Christmas. She has only one dollar and seven cents to buy a gift for Jim. She spent several months, and worked her way through the effort, and got the result. Twenty dollars a week is not long, so always spending more than budget. Only one yuan and seven gifts for Jim. Her Jim. She spent many a happy hour planning to send him a gift Kexin, a fine and rare and precious gift -- at least some match on all things just to Jim.There is a wall mirror between the two windows of the room. Maybe youve seen a wall mirror that costs eight dollars a week.A very small and dexterous person who, by observing himself in a series of longitudinal images, may have an approximate concept of his own appearance. Della slim, had mastered the art.Suddenly, she whirled round the window and stood in front of the wall mirror. Her eyes were sparkling, but in twenty seconds her face lost its luster. She split her hair so fast that she completely scattered it.Now, James Dillingham young couple each have a special pride. One is Jims gold watch, which was handed down by his grandfather to his father, and his father passed it on to Jiabao, while the other was Dellas hair. If the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the courtyard, one day Della would have let her hair hang down, dry out the window, to be cast into the shade of the Queens jewels; if his treasures piled up in the basement, SolomonWang is the gatekeeper, when Jim walked in there, will touch the gold watch. Let the Solomon Wang beard from envy.At this moment, Dellas hair rippled around her, microwave and downs, shine, like the brown waterfall. Her hair is long and, like a piece of her robe. And then she nervously nervously combed her hair. Hesitated for a minute and stood still while splashed on the worn red carpet one or two drops of tears.She put on her old brown jacket, wearing old brown hat, eyes remain with tears, the skirt is placed, then out of the door, down the stairs to the street.She stopped before a sign, and said, "Mrs. Alfonso F Roni, specializing in all kinds of hair."". Della ran up the stairs panting after a pause. The mast, the lady body is too pale, with Sofros stern manner, "the title is irrelevant."Are you going to buy my hair?"" Della asked."I buy my hair," said madame. "Take off your hat, and let me see the hair."."The brown falls down rippled."Twenty dollars," said Madame, grabbing her hair as she was."Give me the money quickly," della said.Ah, the next two hours, like wings, flew happily past. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was rummaging through the shops to buy gifts for Jim.She finally found it. It must have been made for Jim. It was never meant for anybody else. She has searched the stores, where there is no such thing, a simple white gold bracelet with a carved. Just like all good things, it is only a matter of length, not a display of decoration. And its worthy of the gold watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must belong to all of Jim. It is like Jim himself, quiet and value -- the description applied to both. Shebought it for twenty-one dollars, hurried home, leaving only seven cents. The gold watch, the chain, whether on any occasion, Jim can no kuise to look at the time.Even though the watch was gorgeous, because it used the old belt to represent the chain, he sometimes glanced furtively.After della came home, her ecstasy became a little cautious and sensible. She lit the gas and the hair pincers to repair for love and generosity to the destruction, it is always a very difficult task, dear friends -- a mammoth task.Within forty minutes her head was covered with close lying curls that made her look like a schoolboy. She stared at herself in the mirror the old look, carefully and critically according to."If Jim looked at me not to kill my words," she automatic speaking, "hell say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what can I do? - well, only one yuan and seven cents. What can I do?"Seven oclock, she made the coffee, the pan on the hot stove, always do steak.Jim always goes home on time. Della held the silver chain in her hand and sat near the door on the corner of the table. Then she heard his footsteps on the stairs below, and she lost his face for a moment. She had a habit for the simplest everyday things and pray silently, at the moment, she whispered: "please God, make him think I am still pretty."The door opened, and Jim stepped in and closed the door. He looked thin and very serious. Poor man, he was only twenty-two years old, and he was burdened with a family! He needs to buy a new coat, not even a glove.Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed on della, and his face made her unable to understand and make her hair stand on end. It was notanger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, is not an expression of any she had expected. He just stared at della with his face in his face.Della wriggled, jumped down from the table and went over to him."Jim, dear," she cried, "dont stare at me like that.". I cut off my hair and sold it. Because I didnt give you a present, I couldnt spend christmas. Hair will grow again - you dont mind, do you? Im not going to do that. My hair grows very fast. Say Merry Christmas! Jim, lets be happy. You cant guess what a nice gift I bought you - what a beautiful and delicate gift!""Have you cut off your hair?"" Asked Jim slowly, he racked his brains did not seem to realize this obvious fact."Cut it off," della said. "Anyway, dont you like me too?" Without long hair, Im still me, right?"Jim looked at the room curiously four times."Did you say your hair was gone?"" He asked, almost idiotic."Dont look for it," said della. "Tell you, I sold it - sold it, no!". Its Christmas Eve, nice guy. Treat me well, its for you. "Maybe my hair counts," she said, very softly, "but nobody knows how much I love you.". I do steak, Jim?"Jim seemed to wake up from a trance and put della in his arms. Now, dont worry, lets take ten seconds to think carefully about something unimportant from another angle. The rent is $eight a week, or $one million - whats the difference? A mathematician or a wit will give you the wrong answer. Maggie brings precious gifts, but its missing that thing. This obscure statement will be explained later.Jim took a small bag out of his coat pocket and threw it on the table."Dont make any mistake for me, Del," he said, "no matter Haircut or a shave or a shampoo, I think there what can reduce a little bit of love for my wife. However, as long as you open the package you will see why you had me reckless."The white fingers cleverly untied the rope and opened the paper bag. And then there was a scream of rapture, oops! Suddenly became a female neurotic tears and crying, in urgent need of the owner of all the way to comfort.Or because the combs -- the set of combs on the table, side and back, everything. It was a long time ago that Della had seen and envied something in a window in broadway. These beautiful combs, pure tortoiseshell, xiangzhuo jewelry -- just the color of her lost hair match. She knew that the comb was too expensive, and she only admired it, but never thought of it. Now, all this belongs to her, but the beautiful long hair that has the qualifications to wear this coveted ornament has disappeared.However, she still hairbrush to her chest, took a moment to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "my hair grows so fast, Jim!"Then, she looked like a scalded cat jumped up and cried, "oh! Oh!"Jim hasnt seen his beautiful gift yet. She can scarcely wait to open palm, stretched out in front of him, the dull precious metal seemed so bright.Is it beautiful, Jim? I searched all over the city to find it. Now, you can watch it one hundred times a day. Give me the watch, and Ill see what it looks like on the watch."Kim instead of obeying, but fell on the couch, his hands under his head and smiled."Del," he said, "lets put aside the Christmas gifts and save itfor a while. They are so good that they are not suitable for use at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. Now, you do steak."As you all know, Maggie is a clever, intelligent person who brings gifts to Jesus who is born in a manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas gifts. Because they are smart people, there is no doubt that their gifts are smart gifts, and if you meet two things exactly the same, you may also have the right to exchange. Here, I have clumsily introduced you to two silly children living in an apartment suite, not surprisingly, they have unwisely sacrificed their most precious things for each other. But lets say the last word to the wise today, among all the gifts, the two are the wisest. Among all the gifts and gifts received, the two of them are the wisest. Wherever they are, theyre the smartest people.They are sages. .翻译1块8毛7，就这么些钱，其中六毛是一分一分的铜板，一个子儿一个子儿在杂货店老板、菜贩子和肉店老板那儿硬赖来的，每次闹得脸发臊，深感这种掂斤播两的交易实在丢人现眼。
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建议你要找英文的评析可以在谷歌搜索：review of 书本英文名中文~（如果有时间，可以试着自己翻译，试练英文水平哈）《麦琪的礼物》赏析麦琪，是圣子耶稣诞生时前来送礼的三位智慧的贤人。
他们首创了圣诞节馈赠礼物的风俗。
在西方人看来，圣诞礼物是最可珍贵的，因而也希望自己获得的礼物是最有价值的“麦琪的礼物”。
美国著名作家欧·亨利在《麦琪的礼物》这篇小说中，用他笔调幽默又带有淡淡哀伤的艺术语言讲述了一个“没有曲折、不足为奇的故事”。
以圣诞前夜馈赠礼物如此平常的题材创构的小说，在西方文坛并非罕见，其中也不乏精心之作，而欧·亨利的《麦琪的礼物》独自绝响，成为这类题材的杰作，确实是令人深思的。
首先，从内容上看。
全篇以馈赠圣诞礼物为中心线，写了美国一对贫穷而恩爱的夫妇。
这个家庭的主妇为了节省每个铜子儿，不得不“每次一个、两个向杂货铺、菜贩和肉店老板那儿死乞白赖地硬扣下来”。
尽管如此，到圣诞前夕全家只剩下一块八毛七分钱。
作家不用多费笔墨去写这个家庭的拮据困窘，只是简单地用“一块八毛七分钱”引出全篇。
唯其如是，深爱丈夫的主妇德拉把这钱数了三遍，并因为无法为丈夫购得一件称心的“麦琪的礼物”而伤心地哭泣。
欧·亨利最擅长用貌似平淡的话语作素描，去营构一种气氛，让读者沉湎其中，领味和思考人物的命运。
“一块八毛七分钱”为这个“没有曲折、不足为奇的故事”营构的忧郁凄凉的气氛始终贯穿全文，即使写到夫妇看到礼物时的瞬时惊喜和欢乐时也明显地带有这种气氛袒露的伤痛。
“人生是由啜泣、抽噎和微笑组成的，而抽噎占了其中绝大部分”。
这句话似乎折射出欧·亨利对当时美国现实的深沉思考。
作家写出了一对贫穷夫妇的痛苦，也在对人物思想性格和故事情节的描写中，把读者的趣味引向高尚的境界，给人以启迪，让人从中获得美的陶冶。
麦琪的礼物中英文对照2
吉姆⼀贯准时回家。
德拉将表链对叠握在⼿⼼，坐在离他⼀贯进门最近的桌⼦⾓上。
接着，她听见下⾯楼梯上响起了他的脚步声，她紧张得脸⾊失去了⼀会⼉⾎⾊。
她习惯于为了最简单的⽇常事物⽽默默祈祷，此刻，她悄声道：“求求上帝，让他觉得我还是漂亮的吧。
”门开了，吉姆步⼊，随⼿关上了门。
他显得瘦削⽽⼜⾮常严肃。
可怜的⼈⼉，他才⼆⼗⼆岁，就挑起了家庭重担！他需要买件新⼤⾐，连⼿套也没有呀。
吉姆站在屋⾥的门⼝边，纹丝不动地好像猎⽝嗅到了鹌鹑的⽓味似的。
他的两眼固定在德拉⾝上，其神情使她⽆法理解，令她⽑⾻悚然。
既不是愤怒，也不是惊讶，⼜不是不满，更不是嫌恶，根本不是她所预料的任何⼀种神情。
他仅仅是⾯带这种神情死死地盯着德拉。
德拉⼀扭腰，从桌上跳了下来，向他⾛过去。
“吉姆，亲爱的，”她喊道，“别那样盯着我。
我把头发剪掉卖了，因为不送你⼀件礼物，我⽆法过圣诞节。
头发会再长起来——你不会介意，是吗？我⾮这么做不可。
我的头发长得快极了。
说‘恭贺圣诞’吧！吉姆，让我们快快乐乐的。
你肯定猜不着我给你买了⼀件多么好的——多么美丽精致的礼物啊！”“你已经把头发剪掉了？”吉姆吃⼒地问道，似乎他绞尽脑汁也没弄明⽩这明摆着的事实。
“剪掉卖了，”德拉说。
“不管怎么说，你不也同样喜欢我吗？没了长发，我还是我嘛，对吗？”吉姆古怪地四下望望这房间。
“你说你的头发没有了吗？”他差不多是⽩痴似地问道。
“别找啦，”德拉说。
“告诉你，我已经卖了——卖掉了，没有啦。
这是圣诞前夜，好⼈⼉。
好好待我，这是为了你呀。
也许我的头发数得清，”突然她特别温柔地接下去，“可谁也数不清我对你的恩爱啊。
我做⾁排了吗，吉姆？”吉姆好像从恍惚之中醒来，把德拉紧紧地搂在怀⾥。
现在，别着急，先让我们花个⼗秒钟从另⼀⾓度审慎地思索⼀下某些⽆关紧要的事。
房租每周⼋美元，或者⼀百万美元——那有什么差别呢？数学家或才⼦会给你错误的答案。
麦琪②带来了宝贵的礼物，但就是缺少了那件东西。
这句晦涩的话，下⽂将有所交待。
《麦琪的礼物》--欧亨利 (英汉对照)
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI One dollar and eighty-seven cents.That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies.Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied.Three times Della counted it.One dollar and eighty-seven cents.And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.So Della did it.Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs,sniffles,and smiles,with sniffles predominating.While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second,take a look at the home.A furnished flat atper week.It did not exactly beggar description,but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go,and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring.Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name"Mr.James Dillingham Young."The"Dillingham"had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paidper week.Now,when the income was shrunk to,though,they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D.But whenever Mr.James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called"Jim"and greatly麦琪的礼物一元八角七。