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多米尼克坐在熄灭的炉火旁边等待他宴请的宾客。每天晚上,他都要邀请几位爵爷和一些风趣的人跟他共进晚餐。由于出身高贵,富裕而且好客,他从来不会孤单。火把尚未点燃,屋子里的日光已经颓然消逝。突然间,他听到一个声音,一个遥远而又贴近的声音对他说:“多米尼克。”———他分明听到那声音在呼唤,在很远又很近的地方呼唤:“多米尼克。”他吓得浑身冰凉。他从未听见过这种声音,可这声音多么熟悉,他清楚地分辨出那是一个受害者,一个已经死去、出身高贵的受害者的声音。他寻思自己究竟犯下了哪条旧时罪孽却又想不起来。然而这声音的语调分明在谴责一种罪恶,一种无疑是
Dominique sat next to the extinguished fire waiting for his feast. Every night, he invited several Sir Alex and some humorous people to have dinner with him. He is never alone because of being noble, rich and hospitable. The torch has not ignited, the sun in the house has slumped. Suddenly, he heard a voice, and a distant, close voice said to him: “Dominique.” He clearly heard the voice calling, calling far and near: “Dominique.” He was scared cold. He had never heard the voice, how familiar the voice was, and he clearly discerned that it was a victim, the voice of a dead, noble victim. He wondered what he had actually committed the sin but can not remember. However, the voice of this voice clearly condemns a kind of evil, one is undoubtedly