She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and catching her by the arm, held her tightly.
"What are you going to do?" he whispered hoarsely.
"It's my boy; it's Herbert!" she cried, struggling mechanically. "I forgot it was two miles away. What are you holding me for? Let go. I must open the door."
"For God's sake, don't let it in," cried the old man trembling.
"You're afraid of your own son," she cried, struggling. "Let me go. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming."
There was another knock, and another. The old woman with a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room.
"The bolt," she cried loudly. "Come down. I can't reach it."But her husband was on his hands and knees groping wildly on the floor in search of the paw. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkey's paw, and franticallybreathed his third and last wish.
The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long loud wail of disappointment and miseryfrom his wife gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street lamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road.
(The End)
孙老师个别地方失音。
老师阅读时个别单词失音,可能是录音问题吧
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