Important Paragraphs for Translation
Paragraph No. 1
They went into the living room and Mr. Steward sat in Norma's chair. He
reached into an inside coat-pocket and withdrew a small sealed
envelope. "Inside here is a key to the bell-unit dome," he said. He set
the envelope on the chair side-table. "The bell is connected to our
office."
Paragraph No. 2
While she was stacking dishes, she turned abruptly, dried her hands,
and took the package from the bottom cabinet. Opening it, she set the
button unit on the table. She stared at it for a long time before taking
the key from its envelope and removing the glass dome. She stared at
the button. How ridiculous, she thought. All this furore over a
meaningless button.
Paragraph No. 3
Only twice did my father stop to wipe the sweat from his eyes as he
climbed the second steep bluff toward the fingers of the pines. We
reached the limbless trunks of these tall straight pines whose branches
reached the blue depth of the sky, or the white cloud was now gone. I
saw a clearing, a small clearing of not more than three-fourth of an
acre in the heart of this wilderness right on the mountain top.
Paragraph No. 4
Paragraph No. 4
"Twenty times in my life," he said, "a doctor has told me to go home
and be with my family as long as I could. Told me not to work. Not to do
anything but to live and enjoy the few days I had left with me. If the
doctors have been right," he said, winking at me, "I have cheated death
many times! Now, I've reached the years the Good Book allows to man in
his lifetime upon this earth! Three score years and ten!"
Paragraph No. 5
Paragraph No. 5
"Oh, yes," he said. "Early last spring, I couldn't climb straight up
the steep path. That was when the doctor didn't give me a week to live. I
made a longer, easier path so I wouldn't have to do so much climbing.
Then, as I got better, he explained. "I made another path that was a
little steeper. And as I continued to get better, I made steeper paths.
That was one way of knowing I was getting better all the time!"
Paragraph No. 6
For a long time there was only the sound of the wind in the late
afternoon. Alone, thought Bittering. Only a thousand of us here. No way
back. No way. No way. Sweat poured out from his face and his hands and
his body; he was drenched in the hotness of his fear. He wanted to
strike Laura, cried, "No, you're lying! The rockets will come back!"
Instead, he stroked Laura's head against him and said, "The rockets will
get through someday."
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