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  3. Feels like Spring I stop at the comer drugstore for a breakfast

Feels like Spring I stop at the comer drugstore for a breakfast

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问题             Feels like Spring
    I stop at the comer drugstore for a breakfast of doughnuts and coffee, and then I race to the subway station and gallop down the steps to catch my usual train. I hold on to the strap and make believe I’ m reading my newspaper, but I keep glancing at the people crowded in around me. I listen to them talk about their troubles and their friends, and I wish I had someone to talk to, someone to break the monotony, of the long subway ride.
    As we approach the 175th Street station, I begin to get tense again. She usually gets into the train at that station. She slips in gracefully, not pushing or shoving like the rest, and she squeezes into a little space, clinging to the people and holding on to an office envelop that probably contains her lunch. She never carries a newspaper or a book ; I guess there isn’ t much sense in trying to read when you’ re smashed in like that.
    There’s a fresh outdoor look about her and I figure she must live in New Jersey. The Jersey crowd gets in at that stop. She has a sweet face with that scrubbed look that doesn’ t need powder or rouge. She never wears make - up except for lipstick. And her wavy hair is natural ,just a nice light brown. And all she does is hold on to the pole and think her own thoughts, her eyes clear- blue and warm.
    I always like to watch her, but I have to be careful. I’ m afraid she’ d get angry and move away if she catches me at it, and then I won’ t have anyone, because she’s my only real friend, even if she doesn’ t know it. I’ m all alone in New York City and I guess I’ m kind of shy and don’ t make friends easily. The fellows in the bank are all right but they have their own lives to lead, and besides, I can’ t ask anyone to come up to a furnished room; so they go their way and I go mine.
    The city is getting me. It’s too big and noisy--too many people for a fellow who’s all by himself. I can’ t seem to get used to it. I’ m used to the quiet of a small New Hampshire farm but there isn’ t any future on a New Hampshire farm any more: so after I was discharged from the Navy, I got it. I suppose it’s a good break but I’m kind of lonesome.
    As I ride along, awaying to the motion of the car, I like to imagine that I’ m friends with her. Sometimes I’m even tempted to smile at her, and say something like" Nice morning, isn’ t it? " But I’ m scared. She might think I’ m one of those wise guys and she’ d freeze up and look right through me as if I didn’ t exist, and then the next morning she wouldn’ t be there any more and I’ d have no one to think about. I keep dreaming that maybe some day I’ 11 get to know her. You know, in a casual way.
    Like maybe she’ d be coming through the door and someone pushes her and she brushes against me and she’ d say quickly, "Oh, I beg your pardon, "and I’ d lift my hat politely and answer, "That’s perfectly all right," and I’ d smile to show her I meant it, and then she’ d smile back at me and say, "Nice day, isn’ t it? " and I’d say, "Feels like spring. "And we wouldn’t say anything more, but when she’d be ready to get off at 34th Street, she’ d wave her fingers a little at me and say, "Good - bye", and I’ d tip my hat again.
    The next morning when she’ d come in, she’ d see me and say" Hello," or maybe, "Good morning," and I’ d answer and add something to show her I really knew a little about spring. No wise cracks because I wouldn’ t want her to think that I was one of those smooth - talking guys who pick up girls in the subway.
    The train is slowing down and the people are bracing themselves automatically for the stop. It’s the 175th Street station. There’s a big crowd waiting to get in. I look out anxiously for her but I don’ t see her anywhere and my heart sinks, and just then I catch a glimpse of her, way over at the other side. She’s wearing a new hat with little flowers on it.
    The door opens and the people start pushing in. She’ d caught in the rush and there’s nothing she can do about it. She bangs into me and she grabs the strap I’ m holding and hangs on it for dear life.
    "I beg your pardon, "she gasps.
    My hands are pinned down and I can’t tip my hat but I answer politely, "That’s all right. "
    The doors close and the train begins to move. She has to hold on to my strap ; there isn’ t any other place for her.
    "Nice day, isn’ t it? " she says.
    The train swings around a turn and the wheels squealing on the rails sound like the birds singing in New Hampshire. My heart is pounding like mad.
    "Feels like spring, "I say. [br] The female the author is narrating in this text ______.
选项 A、lives in New Jersey
B、gets off at the 175th street station
C、says to him, "Nice day, isn’ t it? "
D、carries a newspaper or a book on the way
答案 C
解析 这个题目看似简单，实际有难度，作者开始只是在想象与那位小姐见面的情形。
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