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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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她只得去了教堂旁邊的那家藥店，要么就是在大街上遇到了她昔日的朋友，再也不會回來。一種混合著煙草、汗漬、朗姆酒，還有壞牙的腥臭這四種味道的氣息，從可憐而又無害的老休伯特身上散發出來，這一切太可悲了。他肥大的鼻子上滿是粗大的汗毛孔，紅紅的鼻孔里長滿鼻毛，在為她支起背后的枕頭時，他的鼻子幾乎都要碰到了她裸露的前頸了；泥濘小路又出現了，它永遠是一條捷徑，在她與學校之間、學校與死亡之間，