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The woman sat down in a pew and chafed her hands and rested. After a while she dropped her head and prayed. She looked up as the pastor began to adjust the great gold and ivory cloth across the hole. She rose suddenly and walked up the steps of the chancel. She looked at the tablecloth. The pastor smiled and started to tell her about the storm damage but she didn’t seem to listen. She took up a fold of the cloth and rubbed it between her fingers. “It is mine!” she said, “It is my banquet cloth!” She lifted up a corner and showed the surprised pastor that there were initials monogrammed on it. “My husband had the cloth made especially for me in Brussels! There could not be another like it.” 去书内
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    女人坐在教堂的长凳上，边搓手边休息。过了一会儿，她低下头祷告。牧师动手去整理那块罩在大洞上的金色象牙色相间的桌布时，她抬起了头。她突然站了起来，走上圣坛的台阶，看着那块桌布。牧师微笑着给她讲起那场暴风雨造成的破坏，她却似乎没听见一样。她捏起桌布上的一道褶儿，用手指摩挲着。“这是我的！”她说，“这是我的宴会桌布！”她掀起桌布一角，给惊讶的牧师看上面的姓名首字母组合图案。“我丈夫在布鲁塞尔给我特制的桌布！不可能有和它一样的桌布！”

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