春天,爱玛·格雷来找我时,冬日风暴肆掠留下的痕迹仍残留在大地。当那个老女人踏着残雪匆匆而来时,早春的花儿,如苜蓿、酢浆草和罂粟,都在风中弯下了腰。母亲和我看向窗外。“一周后你就要结婚了。”她说。我微笑起来,想起杰拉德·马林斯在树林里对我许下的诺言:即使我的腿有残疾他也会娶我过门。我把柺杖抱到身侧。“爱玛是为这事来的吗?”我问,“或 In spring, when Emma Gray came to see me, traces of the winter storm raged still remained on the earth. As the old woman hurried through the snow, early spring flowers, such as alfalfa, oxalis and poppies, all bowed in the wind. Mother and I looked out the window. ”You’re getting married in a week.“ ”She said. I smiled and remembered Gerald Malins’s promise to me in the woods that he would marry me even though my leg was disabled. I held my crutches to my side. “Is Emma coming for this?” “I ask,” or