新编大学英语第一册unit8 Text C: Thief
UNIT 8 AFTER-CLASS READING 2; New College English (I)
Thief
1 He is waiting at the airline ticket counter when he first notices the young woman. She has glossy black hair pulled tightly into a knot at the back of her head the man imagines it loosened and falling to the small of her back and carries over the shoulder of her leather coat a heavy black purse. She wears black boots of soft leather. He struggles to see her face she is ahead of him in line but it is not until she has bought her ticket and turns to walk away that he realizes her beauty, which is pale and dark-eyed and full-mouthed, and which quickens his heartbeat. She seems aware that he is staring at her and lowers her gaze abruptly.
2 The airline clerk interrupts. The man gives up looking at the woman he thinks she may be about twenty-five and buys a round-trip, coach class ticket to an eastern city.
3 His flight leaves in an hour. To kill time, the man steps into one of the airport cocktail bars and orders a Scotch and water. While he sips it he watches the flow of travelers through the terminal including a remarkable number, he thinks, of unmarried pretty women dressed in fashion magazine clothes until he catches sight of the black-haired girl in the leather coat. She is standing near a Travelers Aid counter, deep in conversation with a second girl, a blonde in a cloth coat trimmed with gray fur. He wants somehow to attract the brunette's attention, to invite her to have a drink with him before her own flight leaves for wherever she is traveling, but even though he believes for a moment she is looking his way he cannot catch her eye from out of the shadows of the bar. In another instant the two women separate; neither of their directions is toward him. He orders a second Scotch and water.
4 When next he sees her, he is buying a magazine to read during the flight and he becomes aware that someone is pushing him. At first he is startled that anyone would be so close as to touch him, but when he sees who it is he musters a smile.
5 "Busy place," he says.
6 She looks up at him Is she blushing? and an odd grimace crosses her mouth and vanishes. She moves away from him and joins the crowds in the terminal.
7 The man is at the counter with his magazine, but when he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet the pocket is empty. Where could I have lost it? He thinks. His mind begins enumerating the credit cards, the currency, the membership and identification cards; his stomach churns with something very like fear. The girl who was so near to me, he thinks and all at once he understands that she has picked his pocket. 8 What is he to do? He still has his ticket, safely tucked inside his coat he reaches into the jacket to feel the envelope, to make sure. He can take the flight, call someone to pick him up at his destination since he cannot even afford bus fare conduct his business and fly home. But in the meantime he will have to do something about the lost credit cards call home, have his wife get the numbers out of the top desk drawer, phone the card companies so difficult a process, the whole thing suffocating. What shall he do?
9 First: Find a policeman, tell what has happened, describe the young woman; damn her, he thinks, for seeming to be attentive to him, to let herself stand so close to him, to blush prettily when he spoke and all the time she wanted only to steal from him. And her blush was not shyness but the anxiety of being caught; that was most disturbing of all. Damned deceitful creatures. He will spare the policeman the details just tell what she has done, what is in the wallet. He grits his teeth. He will probably never see his wallet again.
10 He is trying to decide if he should save time by talking to a guard near the X-ray machines when he is appalled and extremely happy to see the black-haired girl. She is seated against a front window of the terminal, taxis and private cars moving slowly beyond her in the gathering darkness she seems interested in a book. A seat beside her is empty, and the man occupies it.
11 "I've been looking for you," he said.
12 She glances at him with no sort of recognition. "I don't know you," she says.
13 "Sure you do."
14 She sighs and puts the book aside. "Is this all you characters think about picking up girls like we were stray animals? What do you think I am?"
15 "You lifted my wallet," he says. He is pleased to have said "lifted," thinking it sounds more worldly than stole or took or even ripped off.
16 "I beg your pardon?" the girl says.
17 "I know you did at the magazine counter. If you'll just give it back, we can forget the whole thing. If you don't, then I'll hand you over to the police."
18 She studies him, her face serious, "All right," she says. She pulls the black bag onto her lap, reaches into it and draws out a wallet.
19 He takes it from her. "Wait a minute," he says. "This isn't mine."
20 The girl runs; he runs after her. It is like a scene in a movie bystanders scattering, the girl zigzagging to avoid collisions, the sound of his own breathing reminding him how old he is until he hears a woman's voice behind him:
21 "Stop, thief! Stop that man!"
22 Ahead of him the brunette disappears around a corner and in the same moment a young man in a marine uniform puts out a foot to trip him up. He falls hard, banging knee and elbow on the tile floor of the terminal, but manages to hang on to the wallet which is not his.
23 The wallet is a woman's, fat with money and credit cards from different stores, and it belongs to the blonde in the fur-trimmed coat the blonde he has earlier seen in conversation with the criminal brunette. She, too, is breathless, as is the policeman with her.
24 "That's him," the blonde girl says. "He lifted my wallet."
25 It occurs to the man that he cannot even prove his own identity to the policeman.
26 Two weeks later the embarrassment and rage have diminished, the family lawyer has been paid, the confusion in his household has receded the wallet turns up without explanation in one morning's mail. It is intact, no money is missing, all the cards are in place. Though he is relieved, the man thinks that for the rest of his life he will feel guilty around policemen, and ashamed in the presence of women.
