歐亨利短篇小說集英文

㈠ 歐亨利短篇小說 英文

O. Henry stories are famous for their surprise endings. He was called the American Guy De Maupassant. Both authors wrote twist endings, but O. Henry stories were much more playful and optimistic.

Most of O. Henry's stories are set in his own time, the early years of the 20th century. Many take place in New York City, and deal for the most part with ordinary people: clerks, policemen, waitresses. His stories are also well known for witty narration.

Fundamentally a proct of his time, O. Henry's work provides one of the best English examples of catching the entire flavor of an age. Whether roaming the cattle-lands of Texas, exploring the art of the "gentle grafter", or investigating the tensions of class and wealth in turn-of-the-century New York, O. Henry had an inimitable hand for isolating some element of society and describing it with an incredible economy and grace of language. Some of his best and least-known work resides in the collection Cabbages and Kings, a series of stories which each explore some indivial aspect of life in a paralytically sleepy Central American town while each advancing some aspect of the larger plot and relating back one to another in a complex structure which slowly explicates its own background even as it painstakingly erects a town which is one of the most detailed literary creations of the period.

The Four Million (a collection of stories) opens with a reference to Ward McAllister's "assertion that there were only 'Four Hundred' people in New York City who were really worth noticing. But a wiser man has arisen—the census taker—and his larger estimate of human interest has been preferred in marking out the field of these little stories of the 'Four Million'". To O. Henry, everyone in New York counted. He had an obvious affection for the city, which he called "Bagdad-on-the-Subway,"[1] and many of his stories are set there—but others are set in small towns and in other cities.
"A Municipal Report" opens by quoting Frank Norris: "Fancy a novel about Chicago or Buffalo, let us say, or Nashville, Tennessee! There are just three big cities in the United States that are 'story cities'—New York, of course, New Orleans, and, best of the lot, San Francisco." Thumbing his nose at Norris, O. Henry sets the story in Nashville.
"The Gift of the Magi" concerns a young couple who are short of money but desperately want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknownst to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; unbeknownst to Della, Jim sells his most valuable possession, his watch, to buy jeweled combs for Della's hair. The essential premise of this story has been copied, re-worked, parodied, and otherwise re-told countless times in the century since it was written.
"The Ransom of Red Chief" concerns two men who kidnap a boy of ten. The boy turns out to be so bratty and obnoxious that the desperate men ultimately pay the boy's father two hundred and fifty dollars to take him back.
"The Cop and the Anthem" concerns a New York City hobo named Soapy, who sets out to get arrested so he can spend the cold winter as a guest of the city jail. Despite efforts at petty theft, vandalism, disorderly conct, and "mashing", Soapy fails to draw the attention of the police. Disconsolate, he pauses in front of a church, where an organ anthem inspires him to clean up his life—whereupon he is promptly arrested for loitering.
"A Retrieved Reformation" has safecracker Jimmy Valentine take a job in a small-town bank in order to case it for a planned robbery. Unexpectedly, he falls in love with the banker's daughter, and decides to go straight. Just as he's about to leave to deliver his specialized tools to an old associate, a lawman who recognizes him arrives at the bank, and a child locks herself in the airtight vault. Knowing it will seal his fate, Valentine cracks open the safe to rescue the child—and the lawman lets him go.
"Compliments of the Season" describes several characters' misadventures ring Christmas .

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㈡ 歐亨利的小說中英文對照

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㈢ 歐亨利短篇小說《荊棘絲王子》和《藝術大師》的英文名是什麼

《荊棘絲王子》:"Thorns silk Prince"
《藝術大師》:"Artist"

㈣ 歐亨利著名的作品有哪些

歐亨利著名的作品有《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》、《最後一片葉子》、《二十年後》、《紅毛酋長的贖金》等。

1、《麥琪的禮物》講述的是一個聖誕節里發生在社會下層的小家庭中的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金僅夠維持生活的小職員，女主人公德拉是一位賢惠善良的主婦。他們的生活貧窮，但吉姆和德拉各自擁有一樣極珍貴的寶物。

吉姆有祖傳的一塊金錶，德拉有一頭美麗的瀑布般的秀發。為了能在聖誕節送給對方一件禮物，吉姆賣掉了他的金錶為德拉買了一套「純玳瑁做的，邊上鑲著珠寶」的梳子；德拉賣掉了自己的長發為吉姆買了一條白金錶鏈。

他們都為對方舍棄了自己最寶貴的東西，而換來的禮物卻因此變得毫無作用了。

2、《警察與贊美詩》是美國作家歐·亨利的短篇小說。該短篇小說講述的是一個窮困潦倒，無家可歸的流浪漢蘇比，因為寒冬想去監獄熬過，所以故意犯罪，去飯店吃霸王餐，擾亂治安，偷他人的傘，調戲婦女等，然而這些都沒有讓他如願進監獄。

最後，當他在教堂里被贊美詩所感動，想要從新開始，改邪歸正的時候，警察卻將他送進了監獄。該小說展示了當時美國下層人民無以為生的悲慘命運。

3、《最後一片葉子》是美國作家歐·亨利的作品。該作品描寫一位老畫家為患肺炎而奄奄一息的窮學生畫最後一片長春藤葉的故事。老畫家貝爾曼是一個在社會底層掙扎了一輩子的小人物，一生飽經風霜、窮困潦倒，卻熱愛繪畫藝術，為挽救一個青年畫家的生命而獻出了自己的生命。

4、《二十年後》是美國作家歐·亨利的作品。兩個美國青年——鮑勃和吉米·威爾斯是一對非常要好的朋友，當鮑勃要到西部去創業時，他們相約20年後在紐約大喬勃拉地飯館相會。

然而當在西部闖盪了20年並且正受芝加哥警方輯捕的鮑勃趕到紐約來踐約時，在紐約已當了巡警的吉米以出人意料的手段逮捕了鮑勃。

該小說通過這兩個青年20年後重逢之際所發生的意外變化，反映了美國19世紀後半期到第一次世界大戰前美國社會生活各方面的深刻變遷。

5、文章講述了一個綁架的故事「我」與比爾在一個名叫頂峰鎮的地方，綁架了這個鎮上有名望的居民埃比尼澤∙多塞特的獨子，「我們」原想靠他去敲詐埃比尼澤。

然而「我們」萬萬沒想到，這個孩子捉弄人，一開始，「我們」三個扮印第安人玩，後來這個孩子越來越囂張，越來越捉弄人，還把其中一個人弄傷了，讓比爾差點成了精神崩潰者。

最後「我」把勒索信送到埃比尼澤的家，可後來「我們」卻被埃比尼澤給敲詐，實在是因為「我們」無法忍受著個孩子，最後的結果，「我們」把孩子送回去，並且給了他父親250元。

㈤ 歐亨利的短篇小說有哪些

1、《麥琪的禮物》

《麥琪的禮物》講述的是一個聖誕節里發生在社會下層的小家庭中的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金僅夠維持生活的小職員，女主人公德拉是一位賢惠善良的主婦。他們的生活貧窮，但吉姆和德拉各自擁有一樣極珍貴的寶物。吉姆有祖傳的一塊金錶，德拉有一頭美麗的瀑布般的秀發。

為了能在聖誕節送給對方一件禮物，吉姆賣掉了他的金錶為德拉買了一套「純玳瑁做的，邊上鑲著珠寶」的梳子；德拉賣掉了自己的長發為吉姆買了一條白金錶鏈。他們都為對方舍棄了自己最寶貴的東西，而換來的禮物卻因此變得毫無作用了。

2、《警察與贊美詩》

該短篇小說講述的是一個窮困潦倒，無家可歸的流浪漢蘇比，因為寒冬想去監獄熬過，所以故意犯罪，去飯店吃霸王餐，擾亂治安，偷他人的傘，調戲婦女等，然而這些都沒有讓他如願進監獄；最後，當他在教堂里被贊美詩所感動，想要從新開始，改邪歸正的時候，警察卻將他送進了監獄。該小說展示了當時美國下層人民無以為生的悲慘命運。

3、《最後一片常春藤葉》

是美國著名短篇小說家歐·亨利創作於1907年的作品。小說講述了老畫家費曼為了使患肺炎的年輕女畫家蓮安獲得生的希望，在一個夜晚冒著暴風雨在牆上畫上了最後一片常春藤葉，因而不幸罹患肺炎去世的故事。全文語言幽默，結構巧妙，特別是結尾出人意料，給人以極大的震撼。

4、《帶傢具出租的房間》

《帶傢具出租的房間》中的男主人公和他找尋的女孩不僅死在了同一個房間中，甚至選擇了相同的方式，也許有人會說，在這樣的房間中，煤氣自殺最為方便，是自殺的首選。但是，我們仍不能排除其他的可能。這樣的一種看似偶然的巧合在歐·亨利的安排下，似乎處於意料之外，又處於情理之中。而在小說中導致悲劇的結局的重要因素，我想女房東起著一定的作用。女房東為了出租房間，不惜欺騙男主人公，這不得不看做是資產階級自私的丑惡嘴臉的一種體現。

5、《愛的犧牲》

該小說中，主人公們用彼此純潔的心靈、真摯的情感和崇高的犧牲精神給予了愛情最美麗的詮釋，盡管他們的努力無法從根本上改變生活和藝術之間的矛盾，但卻讓對方看到了相互為愛的付出，看到了彼此愛情的忠貞。生活的貧窮和捉襟見肘並沒有磨滅他們對愛情的堅貞和信仰，表面上看，夫妻雙方雖然都放棄了自己的摯愛追求，但彼此之間純真、炙熱的愛情卻得以進一步升華。

㈥ 《最後一片長春藤葉》（歐亨利）全文

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在華盛頓廣場西面的一個小區里，街道彷彿發了狂似地，分成了許多叫做「巷子」的小胡同。這些「巷子」形成許多奇特的角度和曲線。一條街本身往往交叉一兩回。

有一次，一個藝術家發現這條街有它可貴之處。如果一個商人去收顏料、紙張和畫布的賬款，在這條街上轉彎抹角、大兜圈子的時候，突然碰上一文錢也沒收到，空手而回的他自己，那才有意思呢！

因此，搞藝術的人不久都到這個古色天香的格林威治村來了。他們逛來逛去，尋找朝北的窗戶，18世紀的三角牆，荷蘭式的閣樓，以及低廉的房租。接著，他們又從六馬路買來了一些錫蠟杯子和一兩只烘鍋，組成了一個「藝術區」。

蘇艾和瓊珊在一座矮墩墩的三層磚屋的頂樓設立了她們的畫室。「瓊珊」是瓊娜的昵稱。兩人一個是從緬因州來的；另一個的家鄉是加利福尼亞州。她們是在八馬路上一家「德爾蒙尼戈飯館」里吃客飯時碰到的，彼此一談，發現她們對於藝術、飲食、衣著的口味十分相投，結果便聯合租下那間畫室。

那是五月間的事。到了十一月，一個冷酷無情，肉眼看不見，醫生管他叫「肺炎」的不速之客，在藝術區里潛躡著，用他的冰冷的手指這兒碰碰那兒摸摸。

在廣場的東面，這個壞傢伙明目張膽地走動著，每闖一次禍，受害的人總有幾十個。但是，在這錯綜復雜，狹窄而苔蘚遍地的「巷子」里，他的腳步卻放慢了。

「肺炎先生」並不是你們所謂的扶弱濟困的老紳士。一個弱小的女人，已經被加利福尼亞的西風吹得沒有什麼血色了，當然經不起那個有著紅拳關，氣吁吁的老傢伙的常識。但他竟然打擊了瓊珊；她躺在那張漆過的鐵床上，一動也不動，望著荷蘭式小窗外對面磚屋的牆壁。

出處：出自美國作家歐·亨利的《最後一片葉子》。

(6)歐亨利短篇小說集英文擴展閱讀：

創作背景：

18世紀末19世紀初，美國社會生活方面的發展變化，對本國文學產生了深刻的影響，南北戰爭以前的文學，由於受資本主義民主、博愛、自由等理想的鼓舞，作家們大多用浪漫主義手法進行文學創作。

而在年南北之戰後，由於生活理想的破滅，作家們大多轉以現實主義手法來表現時代社會生活，歐·亨利就是這些理想破滅的作家中的一個。1900年到1920年期間，是美國歷史發展的黃金時期。歐·亨利的大部分素材來自其在紐約所接觸的各層人士及所見所聞。

他在作品中生動刻畫了社會各個階層的世態人情，留下了那個時代美國社會大動盪、大變遷的深刻烙印。他的整個創作，都在揭露社會生活的不公平、不合理、不正常和同情下層社會人民悲慘命運，但歌頌人性美，是歐·亨利文學創作的主流，表現了作家對人性理想的執著追求。

特別是著力挖掘和贊美小人物的偉大人格和高尚品德，塑造個性鮮明的人性基督形象，展示他們嚮往人性世界的美好願望。這樣的作品基調契合了當時美國社會總體上呈上升趨勢的景象，反映了普通民眾雖際遇叵測卻不乏信心和希望。

歐亨利最多的小說題材是有關美國城市生活的篇目，而其中最負盛名的故事大都發生在紐約的大街小巷，這類題材的小說與西部題材小說相比，大多灰暗、陰郁，充滿城市生活的無奈與辛酸。歐·亨利對於美國下層的社會生活是非常熟悉的，一生的艱難坎坷。

使他深切地感受了底層社會的痛苦與不幸，也看透了美國豺狼社會的罪惡本質。歐亨利是個人道主義者，在此類城市題材的作品中，除了對普通小人物的關注和同情之外，也描寫了城市中的上流社會，展現社會生活的不公平、不合理、不正常。

㈦ 《歐亨利短篇小說》英文讀後感

《歐·亨利短篇小說選》是美國短篇小說大師歐·亨利作品的選集。書中，社會上那些巧取豪奪，坑蒙拐騙，利慾熏心，爾虞我詐的「上流人物」，「得意之徒」們的丑惡行徑，被揭露無遺。通過他們的種種表現，形象逼真，不拘一格地向讀者展現了「文明社會」的黑暗與滑稽本質，弱肉強食與天良喪盡的現實，並喻示在金錢萬能，唯利是圖的生存環境中，人性的異化和畸變。
然而在眾多對丑惡人性的描寫之中，也不乏許多使人肅然起敬的「小人物」，讓人對荒誕，滑稽的故事漠然一笑之後，感慨萬千。留給我印象最深的是《兩位感恩節的紳士》這篇文章，它讓我真正領略到了人性的魅力。
故事講了兩位美國紳士——其中一人根本不能稱之為紳士，他只能說是一個常年受飢餓折磨的窮人。在他們之間有個奇怪的約定——每年感恩節，窮人便會坐在聯邦廣場噴水池對面人行道旁邊東入口右面的第三條長凳上，等待著老紳士的到來。老紳士來了之後，會帶這位飢腸轆轆的窮人飽餐一頓。這就是他們之間神聖的約定。對老紳士而言，一頓飯錢簡直微不足道，但是，他卻從其中找到了助人的樂趣。而窮人的目的也並不完全是在於那頓豐盛的飯菜，更重要的是能使一位老人如自己所願。
這個傳統延續了九年之久，第十年的感恩節，窮人照慣例走在去約會地點的路上。可出乎意料的事發生了。半路上，窮人被一幢住宅的管家請進了門，並可以享受一頓豐盛的大餐。原來住宅的主人——兩位老太太，也有一個奇怪的傳統——在正午把第一個飢餓的路人請進門，讓他大吃大喝，飽餐一頓。飢餓的窮人抵擋不住事物的誘惑，暢開肚子，吃了起來。當他心滿意足地走出住宅時，才想起了和老紳士的約定。但他還是如約與老紳士碰了面。老紳士將他帶到了一處餐廳，窮人為了不掃老紳士的興，只能裝作飢餓難奈地狼吞虎咽起來。盡管窮人那時只剩下挪動身子和呼吸的確力氣了。窮人吃完後，老紳士付了帳，兩人便道了別。
《最後一片葉子》，一譯《最後的長春藤》，他描寫患肺炎的窮學生瓊西看著窗外對面情上的爬山虎葉子不斷被風吹落，他說，最後一片葉子代表她，它的飄落，代表自己的死亡。貝爾曼，一個偉大的畫家，在聽完蘇講述完同學瓊西的故事後，在最後一片葉子飄落，下著暴雨的夜裡，用心靈的畫筆畫出了一片「永不凋落」的長春藤葉，編造了一個善良且真實的謊言，而自己卻從此患上肺炎，一病不起。
如今，最後一片常春藤葉依然留在古老的牆面；瓊西也綻放出了往日的笑容；偉大的畫家貝爾曼永遠留在人們的心中。讀完《最後一片葉子》我很感動，為一種平實的感情，希望你也會。但面對自己的未來，我們不應像瓊西那樣等待別人來為自己畫上「最後一片葉子」，讓我們對自己說：「永不放棄，在任何時刻！」
《警察與聖歌》寫一位年輕人因感人生無希望而做盡壞事，希望能在獄中了結一生，可是警察總是沒有拘捕他。後來到他終於覺悟自由的寶貴時，卻被警察因游盪罪而拘捕，反映出人生無常，很多事情也是在我們的意料之外。這樣的結局令人驚奇之餘，玩味不已，讓作品結束得言有盡而意無窮，使我在合卷之後仍思索回味。

突破事物發展的常態，以一個意料不到的轉折作結局固然是一種成功的小說寫作方法，但也不宜每篇套用，否則會傷害作品本身的內容，失去作品的內涵。濫用意外的結尾，會使人覺得煩厭，要適當地使用方能收出人意表之效，所以歐亨利不是在每篇的作品中都有明顯的意外式結局，他所寫的故事雖在意料之外，卻在情理之中，令我再三回味，經久耐讀。

㈧ 如何把《歐亨利短篇小說集》譯成英語

selected short stories of O.Henry
我的書上就是這樣寫的

㈨ 求歐亨利的英文短篇小說，越全越好

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling-- something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value-- the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice--what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

http://www.readbookonline.net/stories/Henry/108/ 歐亨利的全在裡面了，只要你能找到題目就行，給分吧，樓主