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The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.
两个女孩子截然相反。个头高的那一个体型犹如雕像般的匀称。她身材优美，就像《体育画报》泳装专刊封面上的那种，就像每个女孩子只要跟她袋在同一间屋子里自尊心就会备受打击的那种。她有一头金色的齐腰长发，飘逸地披在背后。矮个子女孩则像个小精灵，奇瘦，五官很小。她留着一头深黑色修剪得参差不齐的短发，指着每一个方向。
And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes------- purplish, bruiselike shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleeples night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.
可是，他们又都有完全相似之处。他们每个人的皮肤都有一种近似病态的苍白，天底下所有的学生中最苍白的都生活在这个没有阳光的小镇。比我这个白化病患者还要苍白。尽管他们头发的色阶范围不一,可他们都有如同黑曜石般的眼眸,并且在他们的眼睛下都有深暗的阴影——瘀伤那样的紫色，好像都失眠了一宿似的，或者好像鼻子尚未痊愈似的。尽管他们的鼻子，也是他们的共同特征之一，全都是直直的无可挑剔的尖鼻子。
But all this is not why I couldn't look away.
但所有这一切都不是我不能把目光移开的原因。
I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronzehaired boy.
我之所以盯着他们瞧，是因为他们如此不同、又如此相似的脸都美极了，美到了人间不觅的程度。这是一些或许只有在时装杂志的喷绘页上才有希望看到的脸。或者说是技术娴熟的画家描绘出的天使的脸。很难说谁最美——也许是那个无可挑剔的金发女孩儿，或者是那个古铜色头发的男孩子。
They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.
他们全都望着一边——没有看着对方，没有看着其他的同学，也没有看着我所知道的任何某样特别的东西。我注意到，小个子女孩端着盘子站起来了——苏打水原封未动，苹果一口没咬——用一种轻灵而优雅的，仅属于T 型台走秀的步伐，大步走开了。我吃惊地看着她那柔软灵活的舞步，直到她把自己的盘子倒掉，然后悄悄地从后门溜了出去，速度快得超出了我的想象。我把目光迅速移回到了其余的几个身上，他们仍坐在那里，没有丝毫改变。
"Who are they ?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten.
"他们是谁？"我问西班牙语课上的那个女孩儿，她的名字我记不起来了。
As she looked up to see who I meant — though already knowing, probably, from my tone — suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine.她抬起头来，想看看我所说的他们是谁——尽管可能早就从我的语气中听出来了——突然那个瘦一点儿的，孩子气重点儿的，可能也是他们中最小的那一个男孩转过来看着她。但他的视线只在她身上停留了不到一秒，然后他的黑眼睛就闪向了我。
He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. In that brief flash of a glance, his face held nothing of interest — it was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.
他迅速把视线移开了，比我还要快，虽然我窘得立即低下了头。那匆匆的一瞥，他脸上没有任何感兴趣的表情——就仿佛她叫了他的名字，他本能地抬了一下头，心里早就决定了不理睬一样。
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.
我旁边的女孩不好意思得咯咯直笑，和我一样看着桌子。
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said this under her breath.
"那是爱德华·卡伦和埃美特·卡伦兄弟俩跟罗莎莉·黑尔和贾斯帕·黑尔姐弟俩。走了的那个是爱丽丝·卡伦；他们全都跟卡伦大夫夫妇住在一起。"她低声地说到。
词汇拓展:
1.take a hit：遭受打击；受到影响
