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and she had to go to the one next to the church or else she had met some friend of hers in the street and would never return. A fourfold smell—tobacco, sweat, rum and bad teeth—emanated from poor old harmless Mr Hubert, it was all very pathetic. His fat porous nose with red nostrils full of hair nearly touched her bare throat as he helped to prop the pillows behind her shoulders, and the muddy road was again, was for ever a short cut between her and school, between school and death,

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她只得去了教堂旁边的那家药店，要么就是在大街上遇到了她昔日的朋友，再也不会回来。一种混合着烟草、汗渍、朗姆酒，还有坏牙的腥臭这四种味道的气息，从可怜而又无害的老休伯特身上散发出来，这一切太可悲了。他肥大的鼻子上满是粗大的汗毛孔，红红的鼻孔里长满鼻毛，在为她支起背后的枕头时，他的鼻子几乎都要碰到了她裸露的前颈了；泥泞小路又出现了，它永远是一条捷径，在她与学校之间、学校与死亡之间，