Strike和Robin部分摘录

● 第一次见面，问名字。
What’s your real name?’ ‘Robin.’ ‘Robin,’ he repeated. ‘That’ll be easy to remember.’ He had some notion of making a jocular allusion to Batman and his dependable sidekick, but the feeble jest died on his lips as her face turned brilliantly pink. Too late, he realised that the most unfortunate construction could be put on his innocent words. Robin swung the swivel chair back towards the computer monitor, so that all Strike could see was an edge of a flaming cheek. In one frozen moment of mutual mortification, the room seemed to have shrunk to the size of a telephone kiosk.
● Strike觉得Robin挺漂亮。
Robin might be a pretty girl, but she could not hold a candle to the woman he had just left.
● Strike想到Robin穿绿裙子时的美貌。
his mind drifted, lingering on the memory of Robin as she had looked in the clinging green dress.
● Srike把Robin和他的前女友Charlotte比较。
she was a very sexy girl. Not beautiful; nothing like Charlotte; but attractive, nonetheless.
● Ribin第一次向男朋友Matters描述Strike的外貌(庞然大物，大扁脸，毫无吸引力，40多，毛发重)。
‘Matt, honestly, if you saw him… he’s enormous and he’s got a face like some beaten-up boxer. He is not remotely attractive, I’m sure he’s over forty, and…’ she had cast around for more aspersions to cast upon Strike’s appearance, ‘he’s got that sort of pubey hair.’
● Robin（人美心善的妹妹）关心Strike
She had looked for Strike in the Intrepid Fox, which was nearest to the office, in Molly Moggs, the Spice of Life and the Cambridge. The Tottenham had been the last pub she was planning to try. ‘Whassamatter?’ Strike asked her, when she sat down. ‘Nothing’s the matter,’ said Robin, sipping her half-lager. ‘I just wanted to make sure you’re OK.’
● Robin观察Strike。
Footsteps on the stairwell: Robin thought she recognised the very slight unevenness in Strike’s tread. She waited, glaring towards the stairs, until she was sure that the footfalls were proceeding beyond the first landing; then she turned her chair resolutely back to face the monitor and began pounding at the keys again, while her heart raced. ‘Morning.’ ‘Hi.’ She accorded Strike a fleeting glance while continuing to type. He looked tired, unshaven and unnaturally well dressed. She was instantly confirmed in her view that he had attempted a reconciliation with Charlotte; by the looks of it, successfully. The next two sentences were pockmarked with typos. ‘How’re things?’ asked Strike, noting Robin’s clench-jawed profile, her cold demeanour. ‘Fine,’ said Robin.