迈克尔?文宁，马龙想。这个名字似乎有点熟悉。他在记忆中搜索。哦，对了，老迈克尔?文宁在世纪之交靠房地产发了大财，然后娶了北岸一个更富有的家庭的独生女。这是他们的独生子。
Michael Venning, Malone thought. The name seemed familiar. He searched his memory. Oh yes, old Michael Venning had made a great fortune in real estate at the turn of the century, and then married the only daughter of one of the wealthier North Shore families. This was their one child.
他带着新的兴趣看着迈克尔?文宁。他是个高个子男人，骨架大，肩膀很宽，显然刚开始发福。他的黑发在太阳穴处开始有点变灰，而且晒得很黑。在马龙看来，他是那种在美国人在东方生活了二十年后，回到家乡比任何英国人都更像英国人的人，显然只专注于养成那些更令人讨厌的习惯。
He looked at Michael Venning with a new interest. He was a tall man, big-boned, heavy around the shoulders, and evidently just beginning to put on weight. His dark hair was starting to gray a little above the temples, and he was deeply tanned. To Malone he seemed to be one of the Americans who, after spending twenty years in the Orient, e home far more British than any of the British themselves, having apparently concentrated on adopting only the more objectionable habits.
文宁夫人喝了一口饮料说：“可怜的迈克尔确实非常怕冷。”
Mrs. Venning took a drink and said, “Poor Michael does feel the cold so badly.”
马龙转过头看着她。她也很高，有点瘦长。马龙觉得大多数人都会被她吸引，尤其是那些喜欢马的人。她有着那种身材健美的结实感，穿什么衣服或者不穿衣服都好看，而且行动起来带着一些运动型女性所具有的那种无意识且自然的优雅。不过，她的脸布满深深的皱纹，显得憔悴；她的黑眼睛看起来不开心，几乎带着恐惧。有一道很宽的纯白色条纹从她额头的一侧开始，向后穿过她深棕色的头发。
Malone turned to look at her. She too was tall, a trifle rangy. Malone thought most people would be attracted to her, especially those who liked horses. She had that kind of well-built muscular solidity that looked well in any kind of clothes or without them, and moved with the unconscious and unstudied grace that some athletic women develop. Her face, though, was deeply lined, haggard; her dark eyes seemed unhappy and almost frightened. There was one wide streak of pure white that began at one side of her forehead and waved back through her darkbrown hair.
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