这天早晨,泰勒太太五点钟就下了床。这比平日提早了一个钟头。她蹑手蹑脚地在阁楼里走来走去,一边在电炉上温茶点,一边小心翼翼地穿上衣服,以免惊动楼下的房东康奈尔太太。 她认真打扮了一下自己纤小的身躯:内穿一件干净的白背心,外套那件黑色的节日礼服。她喝完茶,吃过一片薄薄的抹着人造黄 Mrs. Taylor got out of bed at five o’clock this morning. This is an hour earlier than usual. She crept walked in the attic while warming up on the hot plate and wore clothes carefully to avoid disturbing Mrs Cornell, the landlord downstairs. She took a serious look at her tiny body: wearing a clean white vest and a black festive dress over her coat. She drank tea, eaten a thin wipe of man-made yellow