“给我拿一份全熟的来，” 律师坚定地说。“我说全熟，是要煎得脆脆的。”
“Bring it to me well done,” the lawyer said firmly. “And when I say well done, it means crisp.”
她盯着他，拿起牛排。
She stared at him and picked up the steak.
“我等的时候再给我拿一杯黑麦威士忌。”
“And bring another rye while I’m waiting.”
杰克倾过身子，满脸焦虑的表情。“马龙，你最近感觉怎么样？”
Jake leaned across the table, his face wrinkled with anxiety. “Malone, how have you been feeling lately?”
“我这辈子从没感觉这么好过。” 马龙向他保证。
“Never felt better in my life,” Malone assured him.
杰克张了张嘴又闭上了。
Jake opened his mouth and closed it again.
牛排终于又送回来了。马龙厌恶地看着它。显然，里基特酒吧不想让任何人饿着肚子离开。他惋惜地想起晚上早些时候他和冯?弗拉纳根一起吃的咸牛肉、炸土豆和苹果派，然后遗憾地叹了口气。
The steak returned at last. Malone eyed it distastefully. Rickett’s evidently didn’t want anyone to go away hungry. He thought regretfully of the corned beef he had shared earlier in the evening with von Flanagan, the corned beef and fried potatoes and apple pie, and sighed regretfully.
“你刚才说什么了吗？” 杰克问。
“Did you say something?” Jake asked.
“我说如果我们饿死了，那也不是因为没食物。”
“I said if we starve to death, it won’t + 断句不一致，已修正为 “I said if we starve to death, it won’t be for lack of food.”
三十分钟后，他只吃了正好三平方英寸的牛排。然后他把盘子推开，摇了摇头。真爱的事业是伟大的，值得巨大的自我牺牲，但他实在吃不下一口了。
Thirty minutes later he had consumed exactly three square inches of the steak. Then he pushed the plate away from him and shook his head. The cause of true love was a good one, and deserved great self-sacrifice, but he was damned if he could manage another mouthful.
杰克说：“你不再吃点了吗？”
Jake said. “Don’t you want any more?”
律师摇了摇头。“我不知道我怎么了。我最近胃口不好。也许我们再喝一杯，然后就走。”
The lawyer shook his head. “Don’t know what’s the matter with me. I’ve been off my feed lately. Maybe we’d deetter have one more drink, and then go.”
当他们走到门口的时候，刚好差二十分钟到十一点。
By the time they were at the door, it was just twenty minutes to eleven.
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