A picture suddenly appeared in his mind: A rifle bullet ricocheting off the cobbled street hits a servant standing beside a stone vat. The servant clutches his wound, utters a piercing cry, falls writhing to the ground and dies in a pool of blood.

• 他的眼前马上现出了一幅图画：一颗枪弹落在街心，在石板上碰了一下，飞起来，钻进了那个站在石缸旁边的仆人的身体，他用手按着伤口，尖锐地叫了一声，便倒在地上，身子搐动了一下，就死了，地上剩了一滩血。