欧亨利短篇小说集英文自营

『壹』 欧亨利(O.Henry) 短篇小说《饕餮姻缘》的英文原名是什么

Cupid a la Carte

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Title: Cupid a la Carte
Author: O Henry [More Titles by Henry]

"The dispositions of woman," said Jeff Peters, after various opinions on the subject had been advanced, "run, regular, to diversions. What a woman wants is what you're out of. She wants more of a thing when it's scarce. She likes to have souvenirs of things that never happened. She likes to be reminded of things she never heard of. A one-sided view of objects is disjointing to the female composition.
"'Tis a misfortune of mine, begotten by nature and travel," continued Jeff, looking thoughtfully between his elevated feet at the grocery stove, "to look deeper into some subjects than most people do. I've breathed gasoline smoke talking to street crowds in nearly every town in the United States. I've held 'em spellbound with music, oratory, sleight of hand, and prevarications, while I've sold 'em jewelry, medicine, soap, hair tonic, and junk of other nominations. And ring my travels, as a matter of recreation and expiation, I've taken cognisance some of women. It takes a man a lifetime to find out about one particular woman; but if he puts in, say, ten years, instrious and curious, he can acquire the general rudiments of the sex. One lesson I picked up was when I was working the West with a line of Brazilian diamonds and a patent fire kindler just after my trip from Savannah down through the cotton belt with Dalby's Anti-explosive Lamp Oil Powder. 'Twas when the Oklahoma country was in first bloom. Guthrie was rising in the middle of it like a lump of self-raising dough. It was a boom town of the regular kind--you stood in line to get a chance to wash your face; if you ate over ten minutes you had a lodging bill added on; if you slept on a plank at night they charged it to you as board the next morning.

『贰』 求欧亨利的The Count and the Wedding Guest的译文

转载：欧亨利短篇小说《伯爵与婚礼上的来客》
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一天晚上，安迪·多拉万在其寄宿处第二大街进餐时，司各特夫人给他介绍了一位新来的寄宿者。她是位年轻的女人，名叫康韦。康韦属于小个儿，没什么引人注目之处。她穿一套素淡的棕黄色衣服，无精打彩地埋头盯着自己的菜盘。她抬起头，朝多拉万先投去清楚的审视的一瞥，目光中带着羞怯。她十分礼貌地小声地询问他尊姓大名。之后她又埋头吃自己的羊肉。多拉万先生斯文地点点头，脸上露出微笑。这一举动立即使他的社会、政治身份抬高了许多，而把那位穿棕黄色套服的姑娘拒之千里之外。
两周后，安迪正坐在门前石级上悠然自得地抽着烟。他身后高处传来一阵柔和的沙沙声，安迪转过头去——把头调了过去。是康韦，刚刚出门。她身着黑色套装——薄薄的黑纱。她的帽子也是黑色的。帽子上搭一块乌黑的面纱，薄如蜘蛛网。她站在最高的石级上，戴上一双黑色的手套。她的衣服上没有一点白色或任何别的颜色。
她那浓密的金发笔直梳下，没有一点卷纹，在脖子上打一个结，光滑、润泽、发亮。她容貌平平，说不上美丽。但现在她那双大眼睛凝视着街对面房子的上空，脸上表情忧郁感人；这表情使那张面孔几乎接近美丽动人了。
总的印象是，姑娘——着一身黑纱，你知道，喜欢黑色——噢，黑纱——就这个。着一身黑衣，还有那极目远望，忧郁悲伤的神情；还有那黑面纱下乌黑发亮的头发（你当然该是位金发女郎罗。）；而且似乎在极力给别人一种感觉，就是尽管你年轻的生命已饱尝挫折之苦，似乎将象进行三级跳远一样而一越生命之门。
但去公园里散散步会于你有好处，而且就是此时此刻，在户外随便走一走，还有——噢，对她们而言，随时这样做都有好处的。然而这太残忍了，看我，多么庸俗世故，是吗？居然这样谈论服丧。多拉万先生突然又把康韦小姐列入了他心中考虑之列。
他扔掉手上那仍还有1英寸的香烟。这烟本来还可供他足4够地享受八分钟。他迅速地把注意重心转到他低开口的膝皮鞋。
“真是一个美丽、晴朗的傍晚，康韦小姐。”他说，而且如果气象局能听到他那语调中的那信心十足的强调口吻，恐怕会绞起那块方的白色的信号旗，并将它钉在柱杆上。
“对于那些有心欣赏的人而言，天气确实不错。多拉万先生。”康韦小姐说道，叹了一口气。
多拉万先生在心里暗暗骂这好天气。真是不解人意的天气呵！应该下冰雹、下雪、刮风、下雨这才与康韦小姐的心情一致呀！
“我希望你的亲戚没有——我希望你没有蒙受任何不幸？”多拉万大着胆子探路。
“死神已经降临，”康韦小姐说，后犹豫了一会——“不是亲戚，而是一个——但我不愿让我的痛苦来打扰你的生活，多拉万先生。”
“打扰？”多拉万反问一句，“为什么这样说呢？康韦小姐，我会很乐意的，我的意思是，我将会很同情——我是想说，没有任何人比我更真心地同情你的遭遇了。”
康韦小姐脸上浮出一丝笑意。哦，这笑比她的沉默更加令人伤心。“你笑，世界与你同笑；你哭，世界也送给你笑。”她引用了一句名言。“我知道这道理，先生。在这个城市，我举目无亲，但你对我真好。我内心十分感激你。”在饭桌上，他曾两次递给她胡椒粉。
“在纽约，举目无亲是寸步难行的——这是肯定的。”多拉万先生说，“但，话说回来——当这个古老的小城友善起来，不再紧张，那恐怕就要完了。你去公园散散步，康韦小姐——难道你不认为这样去散散步会使你感觉好些吗？假如你允许我——”
“谢谢你，多拉万先生。如果你认为一个心情忧郁悲伤的人还能给你一点愉快的话，我十分乐意接受你的陪伴。”他们并肩而行，穿过敞开的，破旧的铁门，步入市中央的公园。这里曾是特权集团游玩之地。在公园里，他们找到了一块幽静之处——一条长凳。青年人的忧伤与老年人的忧伤不同；青年人的忧伤会因别人的分享而减少，而老年人却可尽量分给别人，但那忧伤丝毫不解。
“他是我的未婚夫，”一个小时过去了，康韦终于吐露出心中秘密。“我们打算明年春天结婚。我不想让你认为我在捉弄你。但，多拉万先生，他是一个真正的伯爵。他在意大利有财产和一座城堡。他叫弗兰多·马齐尼伯爵。我从未发现他身上有一点雅味。父亲反对，当然罗，而且我们曾私奔，但父亲把我们截了回来。我暗地想，父亲和弗兰多会发生一场激战。父亲有一个特别的服装公司——在蒲基比，你知道这地方。”
“最终，父亲同意了，好了，他说我们可在明年完婚。弗兰多给父亲出示头衔证明和财产证明，然后他回意大利去为我们完婚打理城堡。父亲心中很高兴。当弗兰多想给我几千美金买嫁妆时，父亲狠狠地责备了他一顿。父亲甚至不允许我接受弗兰多的一枚戒指或其它任何礼物。当他启航回意大利后，我便动身来到这个城市，想找份工作，结果在一家糖果店干出纳。
“三天前，我收到一封意大利来信，由蒲基比转来的。信中说，弗兰多在一次沉船事故中遇难。”
“这便是我穿丧服的原因。我的心，多拉万先生，将永远随他葬入坟墓。我知道自己是位不称职的陪伴，多拉万先生，可我实在无法对任何人产生兴趣。我不应该剥夺你的欢乐，使你离开那些满脸笑容给你愉快的朋友。也许你还是宁愿返回住处去吧？”
告诉你们吧，年轻的姑娘们，如果你想亲眼看看一个青年男子肩扛铁镐铁铲冲锋陷阵的话，请告诉他你的心已在另一个男人的坟墓里。
青年男人是天生的“盗墓者”，不信可随便问一位寡妇。必须得想方设法替那位穿黑丧衣的天使修复那失去的器官才行。无论从那方面讲，死人必然是最倒霉的。
“我万分遗憾。”多拉万先生说，声音很温柔，“不，我们还不该回住处去。康韦小姐，千万别说你在这个城市举目无亲。我非常遗憾。我希望你相信，我就是你的朋友，我内心为你深感遗憾。”
“在我项链下的金属盒里有他的照片。”康韦小姐边说边用手帕擦着眼睛，“我从未给任何人看过，但我愿给你看看，多拉万先生。因为我相信你是真正的朋友。”
康韦打开盒子，多拉万先生怀着极大的兴趣久久地望着那照片。马齐尼伯爵有一张充满魅力的脸，和蔼、机智、聪明，几乎说得上潇洒——这是一张属于强悍，欢乐的男人的面孔。他或许该是个头目。
“我还有一张更大的，镶在镜框里放在家中。”康韦小姐说，“当我们回去时，我拿给你看。这便是我所拥有的能让我记起弗兰多的一切东西。尽管如此，他将永远活在我心中，这一点千真万确。”
多拉万先生面临一个精细而微妙的工作——那便是把不幸的伯爵从康韦小姐心中挤出去。干这个，是出于对康韦小姐的倾慕。但这项巨大的工作并未使他感到沉重。一个充满同情心而又让人愉快的朋友正是他所要扮演的角色；而且他扮演的是如此的成功以致于半小时后他们已经对面而坐，在两盒冰淇淋的陪伴下深情地相互倾吐心里话了，虽然康韦小姐那双灰褐色大眼睛里面的忧郁丝毫未减。
那天晚上，他们在大厅里分手之前，她急步跑上楼去抱下那幅更大的照片。照片镶在镜框里，用一条白色的丝绸围巾精心地裹在镜框周围；多拉万先生仔细看着这照片，眼里露出迷惘的神情。
“这是他去意大利之前的那个晚上留给我的。”康韦小姐说，“我的金盒子里的那张就是由这张缩洗出来的。”
“一位潇洒的男子汉。”多拉万亲切地说道，“康韦小姐，下星期天下午陪我去趟康莱怎样？”
一个月后，他们向司各特太太和其它寄宿者宣布他们已定婚。康韦小姐仍然穿着一身黑色衣服。这是他们宣布定婚一周后，两人坐在城市中央公园那一条长凳上。月光下，摇曳的树叶在地上投下昏暗不清的影子。多拉万脸上整天都挂着一副莫名其妙的沮丧像。今夜他是一言不发，弄得他的情人实在憋不住涌上心头的疑问：“怎啦？安迪？你今晚怎么这样严肃？怎么这样多怨气呢？”
“没事儿，玛吉。”
“骗不了我，我难道这都看不出来吗？你以前从来都不像这个样子。到底怎么回事？”
“无关紧要的，玛吉。”
“有关紧要。不管什么，我都想知道。我敢打赌你一定在想其它女孩子。不过没关系。如果你想她，你为什么不去找她？如果你愿意，请把手臂拿开。”“好吧，我讲给你听。”安迪机灵一动，说道，“但我猜你是不会完全明白的。你一定听说过麦克·萨利万，是吗？‘大麦克’·萨利万。大家都这样称他。”“没有，我从没听说过，”玛吉说，“我也不愿意听到这个名字，如果是它使你变得这样的话。他是谁？”“他是整个纽约市最魁梧的男人。”安迪说道，口气几乎接近恭敬。和坦慕尼协会①或政界的任何一个古老势力一起，他想干什么就可干什么。他身材高大，肩宽若伊斯特河。你如果说了他的坏话，两秒钟之内你就会遭到百万人的攻击。不是么，他访问了一个古老的部落，片刻回来，首领们就像兔子一样乖乖地躲进了自己的洞里。
[坦慕尼协会：纽约市有实力的民主党组织。]
“告诉你吧，大麦克是鄙人的一个朋友。虽然我个头小，也没什么影响，但麦克对小个头或穷人与对大个头或富人完全一样。今天我在波法立碰见他。你猜他干啥？走过来与我紧紧握手！‘安迪’，他说，‘我一直都在打听你的情况，你现在已四处都有些影响了，我为此十分骄傲。你喝点什么？’他摸出一支香烟，我来了一杯威士忌。我告诉他我将在两周后结婚。”“安迪，”他说，“请送一份请柬给我。这样我才会放在心上，不会忘记。我将来参加你的婚礼。”这是麦克对我讲的，而他是一个十分遵守诺言的人。“你不明白的，玛吉，但我愿为麦克来参加我的婚礼而砍下一只手。这必将是我终身最为辉煌的日子。如果麦克去参加一个男人的婚礼，就意味着这个男人结婚成家后该过平静的生活。哦，这就是为什么今晚或许我显得有些沮丧的缘故……。”
“那你为什么不请他呢？如果他对于今后的家庭平静生活是这般重要。”玛吉说，声音很轻很轻。
“我不请他，有原因的。”安迪伤心地说，“他绝对不能参加我们的婚礼是有缘由的，别再追问了，实在无可奉告。”
“噢，我不会介意的，”玛吉说，“那肯定是一些与政治相关的事。但这不是你对我板着面孔的理由。”
安迪脱口而出：“玛吉，在你的心目中，我和你的——和马齐尼伯爵有同等重要吗？”
他等了好长一段时间。然而，玛吉却没有回答。突然，她仰头靠着他的肩膀，放声大哭起来——哭得整个身体都在抽痉、不停地颤抖。她紧紧地抓住他的胳膊，泪水淌下双颊，湿透了她的黑丧服。
“好啦！好啦！别这样。”安迪安慰道，把自己的苦恼抛在一边。“现在好些了吗？”
“安迪，”玛吉抽泣着说，“我在你面前撒了谎，你永远也不会娶我的了，也不会再爱我了。但是，我想我该把事情给你讲清楚。其实，安迪，伯爵是根本连一根小指头都没有的事。在我一生中也从没有过相好的异性，而其它女孩子都有过；并且她们都常常把那些事挂在嘴边；
好像这样会使男人更加爱她们。还有，安迪，我穿着黑衣服看上去有些气派——这你是很清楚的。因此我去了一家照像馆，买了那张照片；又专门为了小金盒缩制了那张小的。自己又编造了一个关于一位伯爵以及他被害的故事。这样我才可全身穿黑色套服。我知道，没有人会爱一个撒谎者，你一定会抛弃我。安迪，我会为此耻辱而去死。上帝，在这世上，我唯有曾经爱过你一个男人——就这些。”
但是，她发现不但没被摊开，反而被安迪的手臂搂得更紧了。她抬起头来，望着他。只见他脸上疑云已散，堆满笑容了。
“你，你能原谅我吗，安迪？”
“当然能，”安迪毫不含糊。“这是完全可以理解的。身穿黑衣为纪念去世的伯爵，你已解决了一切问题，玛吉。我满怀希望。希望你在婚礼前把一切都处理好，宝贝。”
“安迪，”玛吉说，笑得有些腼腆，她已完全确信对方原谅了她。“你还相信关于伯爵的全部故事吗？”
“噢，在很大程度上是可信的。”安迪边说边伸手去摸烟盒，“因为你那小金盒子里的照片正是大麦克·萨利万的。”

『叁』 欧亨利短篇小说 英文

O. Henry stories are famous for their surprise endings. He was called the American Guy De Maupassant. Both authors wrote twist endings, but O. Henry stories were much more playful and optimistic.

Most of O. Henry's stories are set in his own time, the early years of the 20th century. Many take place in New York City, and deal for the most part with ordinary people: clerks, policemen, waitresses. His stories are also well known for witty narration.

Fundamentally a proct of his time, O. Henry's work provides one of the best English examples of catching the entire flavor of an age. Whether roaming the cattle-lands of Texas, exploring the art of the "gentle grafter", or investigating the tensions of class and wealth in turn-of-the-century New York, O. Henry had an inimitable hand for isolating some element of society and describing it with an incredible economy and grace of language. Some of his best and least-known work resides in the collection Cabbages and Kings, a series of stories which each explore some indivial aspect of life in a paralytically sleepy Central American town while each advancing some aspect of the larger plot and relating back one to another in a complex structure which slowly explicates its own background even as it painstakingly erects a town which is one of the most detailed literary creations of the period.

The Four Million (a collection of stories) opens with a reference to Ward McAllister's "assertion that there were only 'Four Hundred' people in New York City who were really worth noticing. But a wiser man has arisen—the census taker—and his larger estimate of human interest has been preferred in marking out the field of these little stories of the 'Four Million'". To O. Henry, everyone in New York counted. He had an obvious affection for the city, which he called "Bagdad-on-the-Subway,"[1] and many of his stories are set there—but others are set in small towns and in other cities.
"A Municipal Report" opens by quoting Frank Norris: "Fancy a novel about Chicago or Buffalo, let us say, or Nashville, Tennessee! There are just three big cities in the United States that are 'story cities'—New York, of course, New Orleans, and, best of the lot, San Francisco." Thumbing his nose at Norris, O. Henry sets the story in Nashville.
"The Gift of the Magi" concerns a young couple who are short of money but desperately want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknownst to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; unbeknownst to Della, Jim sells his most valuable possession, his watch, to buy jeweled combs for Della's hair. The essential premise of this story has been copied, re-worked, parodied, and otherwise re-told countless times in the century since it was written.
"The Ransom of Red Chief" concerns two men who kidnap a boy of ten. The boy turns out to be so bratty and obnoxious that the desperate men ultimately pay the boy's father two hundred and fifty dollars to take him back.
"The Cop and the Anthem" concerns a New York City hobo named Soapy, who sets out to get arrested so he can spend the cold winter as a guest of the city jail. Despite efforts at petty theft, vandalism, disorderly conct, and "mashing", Soapy fails to draw the attention of the police. Disconsolate, he pauses in front of a church, where an organ anthem inspires him to clean up his life—whereupon he is promptly arrested for loitering.
"A Retrieved Reformation" has safecracker Jimmy Valentine take a job in a small-town bank in order to case it for a planned robbery. Unexpectedly, he falls in love with the banker's daughter, and decides to go straight. Just as he's about to leave to deliver his specialized tools to an old associate, a lawman who recognizes him arrives at the bank, and a child locks herself in the airtight vault. Knowing it will seal his fate, Valentine cracks open the safe to rescue the child—and the lawman lets him go.
"Compliments of the Season" describes several characters' misadventures ring Christmas .

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『肆』 欧亨利 短篇小说

欧·亨利（O·Henry，1862～1910），原名威廉·西德尼·波特（WilliamsydneyPorter），是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一，曾被评论界誉为曼哈顿桂冠散文作家和美国现代短篇小说之父。他出身于美国北卡罗来纳州格林斯波罗镇一个医师家庭。他的一生富于传奇性，当过药房学徒、牧牛人、会计员、土地局办事员、新闻记者、银行出纳员。当银行出纳员时，因银行短缺了一笔现金，为避免审讯，离家流亡中美的洪都拉斯。后因回家探视病危的妻子被捕入狱，并在监狱医务室任药剂师。他在银行工作时，曾有过写作的经历，担任监狱医务室的药剂师后开始认真写作。1901年提前获释后，迁居纽约，专门从事写作。

欧·亨利善于描写美国社会尤其是纽约百姓的生活。他的作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意外；又因描写了众多的人物，富于生活情趣，被誉为"美国生活的幽默网络全书"。代表作有小说集《白菜与国王》、《四百万》、《命运之路》等。其中一些名篇如《爱的牺牲》、《警察与赞美诗》、《带家具出租的房间》、《麦琪的礼物》、《最后一片藤叶》等使他获得了世界声誉。
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『伍』 欧亨利的小说中英文对照

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『陆』 欧亨利中英文短篇小说集

爱洋葱有很多欧亨利中英文短篇小说，而且还是中英双语的，下面的只是一部分，如果你感兴趣可以去网站看看。

《三叶草和棕榈树》Shamrock and the Palm
借主人公之口，回忆了克兰西从一位暴君的魔掌中逃脱的故事。

《失语漫游》A Ramble in Aphasia
如果有一天，你一觉醒来发现自己失忆了，你会怎么办？欧·亨利的《失语漫游》讲述的正是一个失忆者的故事。一位成天钻研法律的名律师，几乎与娱乐绝缘，他的生活可谓了无生趣。有一天他的生活突然有趣了起来：他带着巨款，在客车上失忆了！接下来他该何去何从？且看欧·亨利如何将一个成功男士失忆后的心理、生活状态写得惟妙惟肖！

《黄狗自传》Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
动物会写文章？动物会用语言表达自己？一只黄狗会有怎样的倾诉欲。欧·亨利短篇小说《黄狗自传》，以一只黄狗为第一人称，讲述一只狗的日常生活

《恭贺佳节》Compliments of the Season
流浪汉、布娃娃、百元大钞、百万富翁、圣诞佳节这看似风马牛不相及的一切到底有何关联？走进欧·亨利千回百转、光怪陆离、惊奇不断的奇妙小说世界，《恭贺佳节》即将向您揭晓满意的答案。

《巴格达之鸡》A Bird of Bagdad
一个谜语引发了一群人的思考，欧·亨利似的结尾总能在最后让读者恍然大悟，又或者哑然失笑。奎格在路上偶遇一个小伙，小伙子为了取得参加心上人生日宴会的资格，正在为一个谜语而困惑不已。

《没有结局的故事》An Unfinished Story
描写了一位每周只挣五美圆的贫穷女工达尔西在阔佬的诱惑下，虽一时动摇但最终拒绝。她复杂的内心世界被真实的表现出来。

《鞋》Shoes
《鞋》是由一个玩笑引发的故事，读来诙谐幽默又意味深长。小说的结尾是典型的“欧·亨利式
的结尾”，既在意料之外，又在情理之中。美国驻科拉里奥领事约翰收到了来自家乡的一封信，咨询关于来科拉里奥开鞋店是否可行。出于消遣，他回信说这里急需一家鞋店。实际情况则是，这个三千多人的小镇没有几个人愿受穿鞋之苦。没想到，真的有人变卖了家产，满怀希望载着鞋子来了，而这个人竟然还是约翰心上人的父亲……

《闪光的金子》The Gold That Glittered
自以为是的骗子自作聪明却弄巧成拙，有勇无谋的将军无心插柳却误打误撞狠狠地捉弄了骗子。世事难料，往往事与愿违，是造化弄人，还是万事皆有因？欧·亨利的短篇小说《闪光的金子》向我们讲述了这样一个荒谬的幽默讽喻故事。

『柒』 求欧亨利的英文短篇小说，越全越好

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling-- something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value-- the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice--what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

http://www.readbookonline.net/stories/Henry/108/ 欧亨利的全在里面了，只要你能找到题目就行，给分吧，楼主

『捌』 欧亨利的短篇小说片名 用英文怎么翻译

尽力了 乔治亚的规定
艺术品与牧场烈马
找不到……
《人生的波澜》The Whirligig Of Life
《酒吧里的世界公民》A Cosmopolite in a Cafe
《歌声与警察》The Cop and the Anthem
《浪子回头》The Gentle Grafter
《公主与美洲狮》 The Princess and the Puma
《艺术品与牧场烈马》Hygeia at the Solito
《人生道路的选择》The Road We Take
《感恩节的两位绅士》Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen
《乔治亚的规定》Babes In The Jungle
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有中文翻译的只有如下几篇：

"Girl" “姑娘”
“Next To Reading Matter”“醉翁之意”
After Twenty Years 二十年以后
The Atavism Of John Tom Little Bear 小熊约翰·汤姆的返祖现象
Babes In The Jungle 丛林中的孩子
Between Rounds 闹剧
The Chair Of Philanthromathematics 慈善事业数学讲座
Conscience In Art 艺术良心
The Cop and the Anthem 警察与赞美诗
A Cosmopolite in a Cafe 咖啡馆里的世界公民
The Detective Detector 几位侦探
A Double-dyed Deceiver 双料骗子
The Furnished Room 带家具出租的房间
The Gift of the Magi 麦琪的礼物
The Green Door 绿色门
The Handbook of Hymen 婚姻手册
Hearts and Hands 心与手
The Hiding of Black Bill 布莱克·比尔藏身记
Hygeia at the Solito 索利托牧场的卫生学
Jimmy Hayes And Muriel 吉米·海斯和缪里尔
Jeff Peters As A Personal Magnet 催眠术家杰甫·彼得斯
The Last Leaf 最后一片叶子
Lost on Dress Parade 华而不实
Mammon and the Archer 爱神与财神
The Man Higher Up 黄雀在后
The Marionettes 提线木偶
The Marry Month of May 五月是个结婚月
A Municipal Report 市政报告
The Pimienta Pancakes 比绵塔薄饼
The Princess and the Puma 公主与美洲狮
Psyche And The Pskyscraper 心理分析与摩天大楼
The Red Roses of Tonia 托尼娅的红玫瑰
The Roads We Take 我们选择的道路
The Romance of a Busy Broker 证券经纪人的浪漫故事
A Service of Love 爱的牺牲
Shearing The Wolf 虎口拔牙
Telemachus, Friend 刎颈之交
Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 两位感恩节的绅士
An Unfinished Story 没说完的故事
While The Auto Waits 汽车等待的时候
The Whirligig of Life 生活的波折
Withes' Loaves 女巫的面包

以上就是有公开发表的翻译版本的文章

schools and schools不在之列
欧亨利短篇小说集里也没有。

就像《百年孤独》一样，也没合法的翻译版本，貌似马尔克斯没有卖给中国它所有作品的翻译版权。

schools and schools可能也是这样。

这个阿，很难找...可以看英文原版阿，读起来可能会很麻烦。
写论文，知道大意就可以了。
参考资料：http://ke..com/view/88041.htm
http://tieba..com/f?kz=69139525
这里都有，以后就方便了哦