我呆呆地看着太阳光定格在我劫后的小店(我毕生的心血)上。除了等待警方到来外,我别无他计。我将告诉他们些什么?我百思不得其解:这些好事怎么都找到了我? 我做梦都想拥有一家杂货店——或更专精一点——一家熟食店。 我15岁开始学徒,每周挣一先令。我的老经理教会我有关本行业的诈术。他也知道哪些人爱顺手牵羊,所以每晚都站在门口伸出一只手要他们留下赃物。他从不许更夫与 I stare at the sun fixed in my shop after the robbery (my life’s efforts) on. In addition to waiting for the arrival of the police, I have no alternative. What would I tell them? I puzzled: how did all these goodies find me? I dreamed of having a grocery store - or a little more specialized - a delicatessen. I started apprenticeship at the age of 15 and earn a shilling a week. My old manager taught me about fraud in my industry. He also knows which people love to be sheepish, so they stand in front of the door every night holding a hand to keep them stolen goods. He never allowed to be more husband and wife