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VI,Vera Claythorne lay in bed, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling.,The light beside her was on. She was frightened of the dark.,She was thinking:,“Hugo … Hugo … Why do I feel you’re so near to me tonight? … Somewhere quite,close….,out of my life.”,It was no good trying not to think of Hugo. He was close to her. She had to think of him—,to remember….,Cornwall….,The black rocks, the smooth yellow sand. Mrs. Hamilton, stout ¹, good-humoured. Cyril,,The stout old man waddled across the road.那肥胖的老人一�J一�J地穿过马路。,That's the way with you whining, puny, pitiful players. 你们这种又爱哭 、又软弱、又可怜的赌棍就是这样 。