“这不是你说了算的，女士。” 冯?弗拉纳根的语气缓和了一些，“这是陪审团该决定的事。”
“That ain’t for you to say, lady,” von Flanagan said in a milder tone. “That’s what they have juries for.”
“你不能把那样一个孩子送进监狱。” 伊迪莎?文宁说。她正不雅地用一块借来的手帕擦着眼泪。她那对大而忧伤的眼睛周围的睫毛膏开始花了。杰克不明白为什么她花钱雇来的同伴卢埃拉?怀特没有试图安慰她。
“You can’t take a child like that off to jail,” Editha Venning said. She was weeping unbeingly into a borrowed handkerchief. The mascara around her big tragic eyes was beginning to run. Jake wondered why her paid panion, Louella White, was making no attempt to console her.
迈克尔?文宁清了清嗓子。“说真的，警官，你不能这么做。” 他用一种居高临下、简短的语气说道，“你忽略了一个事实，艾伦小姐绝不是会杀人的那种人。”
Michael Venning cleared his throat. “Really, officer, you can’t do this sort of thing,” he said in a patronizing, clipped voice. “You’re overlooking the fact that Miss Allen is hardly the type of person who’d mit murder.”
冯?弗拉纳根似乎在抑制自己也去杀人的冲动。“如果你是指她是位女士这一事实，” 他用一种几乎压抑到要爆发的声音说道，“我只想说，我上次见到的真正有教养的女士用斧头杀了三个人。”
Von Flanagan appeared to be subduing an impulse to mit a murder of his own. “If you’re referring to the fact that she’s a lady,” he said in a voice that was restrained almost to the exploding point, “I just want to say that the last real refined lady I met had murdered three people with an ax.”
伊迪莎?文宁轻轻尖叫了一声，打了个哆嗦。
Editha Venning gave a little scream and shuddered.
在这整个过程中，讨论的焦点人物洛特斯本人一句话也没说。她一动不动地站在房间中央，脸色煞白，毫无表情，脊背像木板一样笔直僵硬。在她那双形状优美的棕色眼睛里，没有一丝恐惧、惊骇、悲伤或其他任何情感。
Through it all, the center of discussion, Lotus herself, had said nothing. She stood stock-still in the middle of the room, her face dead white and expressionless, her back as straight and stiff as a board. There was not a trace of fear or horror or sorrow or any other feeling in her well-shaped brown eyes.
莫娜?麦克莱恩心不在焉地用纤细的手指拂了拂遮住额头的黑色刘海。“这完全是个愚蠢的错误，亲爱的洛特斯，但很快就会弄清楚的。在此期间，你会得到最好的法律援助。” 她满怀期待地看着马龙。“你会接这个案子，对吗？”
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