“是的,我是个窃贼。”老头伤心地说,“可我一辈子只偷过一次。那是一次最奇特的扒窃。我偷了一个装满钱的钱包。”“这没有什么稀奇的。”我打断他道。“请让我说下去。当我把偷到的钱包装进自己的衣兜时,我身上的钱并没有增加一个子儿。”“那钱包是空的?”“恰恰相反,里面装满了钞票。”我走近那老头,又给他斟了一杯葡萄酒。他开始讲述自己的经历: “Yes, I’m a thief. ” The old man sadly said, “But I only stole once in my life.It was one of the most peculiar pickpockets.I stole a wallet full of money.” “ What a strange thing. ”I interrupted him. “Please let me go. When I put the stolen money into my pocket, the money in my body did not add a child. ” “The wallet is empty? ” “On the contrary, It was filled with banknotes. ”I approached the old man and gave him another glass of wine. He began to tell his own experience: