杰克突然意识到酒保那庞大的身躯正笼罩着他们的桌子。
Jake suddenly realized that the enormous bulk of the bartender was shadowing their table.
“你在欺负这位小女士吗？” 酒保愤怒地问道。他放柔了声音，看着海伦说：“好了，好了，好了。”
“Are you picking on the little lady?” the bartender demanded indignantly. He gentled his voice, looked at Helene, and said, “There, there, there.”
“走开。” 杰克含糊不清、无力地说。
“Go away,” Jake said vaguely and inadequately.
海伦把脸埋在手帕里嚎啕大哭。酒保同情地咂着嘴，安慰道：“别难过了，别难过了。怎么了，他在欺负你吗？”
Helene buried her face in her handkerchief and howled. The bartender made a sympathetic, clucking noise with his teeth, and said soothingly, “Never mind now, never mind. What’s the matter, is he picking on you?”
“是的，他是。” 海伦从手帕里说，“我哭是因为他不给我再买一杯喝的。”
“Yes he is,” Helene said from the handkerchief. “I’m crying because he won’t buy me another drink.”
“这个大笨蛋。” 酒保责备地说。他又轻声说了句 “好了，好了”，拿起杯子，接着说，“如果他不给你买一杯，我来买。” 看到她不再流泪了，他又瞪了杰克一眼，然后离开了。
“The big palooka,” the bartender said reproachfully. He murmured, “There, there,” again, gathered up the glasses, and added, “If he won’t buy you a drink, I will.” Seeing that the tears had stopped, he scowled once more at Jake and went away.
“等你闹完，我的名声可就毁了。” 杰克生气地说，“这里离《先驱美国人报》只有半个街区，而且这里全是我的朋友。”
“A fine reputation I’ll have when you get through with me,” Jake said irately. “This place is half a block from the Herald-American and it’s full of my friends.”
“我只是要确保他们永远不会忘记你。” 她擦去脸上最后一丝泪痕，拿出粉盒，开始精心而巧妙地补妆。
“I’m just making sure they’ll never forget you.” She removed the last traces of tears from her face, took out her pact, and began powdering it carefully and artistically.
酒保回来把重新倒满的杯子放在桌上。他把一杯推到杰克面前，说：“你不配喝这个，杰克?贾斯特。”
The bartender returned to set the refilled glasses on the table. He shoved one in front of Jake and said “You don’t deserve this, Jake Justus.”
“现在不再是杰克?贾斯特了。” 杰克心不在焉地说，“我结婚了。” 他想了一会儿又说，“我是说，这是我妻子。这是贾斯特夫人。”
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