原文 (英語)

Produced by Eve Sobol THE REVERBERATOR By Henry James I “I guess my daughter’s in here,” the old man said leading the way into the little salon de lecture. He was not of the most advanced age, but that is the way George Flack considered him, and indeed he looked older than he was. George Flack had found him sitting in the court of the hotel--he sat a great deal in the court of the hotel--and had gone up to him with characteristic directness and asked him for Miss Francina. Poor Mr. Dosson had wi