sk.theshining-第110部分
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and set in motion。
Suddenly he stopped； looked wonderingly at the mallet in his hands； and asked himself with rising horror what it was he had been thinking of doing。 Murder？
Had he been thinking of murder？
For a moment his entire mind seemed filled with an angry； weakly hectoring voice： （Do it！ Do it； you weak…kneed no…balls nigger！ Kill them！ KILL THEM BOTH！） Then he flung the mallet behind him with a whispered； terrified cry。 It clattered into the corner where the horseblankets had been； one of the two heads pointed toward him in an unspeakable invitation。
He fled。
Danny was sitting on the snowmobile seat and Wendy was holding him weakly。 His face was shiny with tears； and he was shaking as if with ague。 Between his clicking teeth he said： 〃Where were you？ We were scared！〃
〃It's a good place to be scared of；〃 Hallorann said slowly。 〃Even if that place burns flat to the foundation； you'll never get me within a hundred miles of here again。 Here； Missus Torrance； wrap these around you。 I'll help。 You too； Danny。 Get yourself looking like an Arab。〃 He swirled two of the blankets around Wendy； fashioning one of them into a hood to cover her head； and helped Danny tie his so they wouldn't fall off。
〃Now hold on for dear life；〃 he said。 〃We got a long way to go； but the worst is behind us now。〃 He circled the equipment shed and then pointed the snowmobile back along their trail。 The Overlook was a torch now； flaming at the sky。 Great holes had been eaten into its sides； and there was a red hell inside； waxing and waning。
Snowmelt ran down the charred gutters in steaming waterfalls。
They purred down the front lawns their way well lit。 The snowdunes glowed scarlet。
〃Look！〃 Danny shouted as Hallorann slowed for the front gate。 He was pointing toward the playground。
The hedge creatures were all in their original positions； but they were denuded； blackened； seared。 Their dead branches were a stark interlacing network in the fireglow； their small leaves scattered around their feet like fallen petals。
〃They're dead！〃 Danny screamed in hysterical triumph。
〃Dead！ They're dead！〃
〃Shhh；〃 Wendy said。 〃All right； honey。 It's all right。〃
〃Hey； doc；〃 Hallorann said。 〃Let's get to someplace warm。 You ready？〃
〃Yes；〃 Danny whispered。 〃I've been ready for so long…〃 Hallorann edged through the gap between gate and post。 A moment later they were on the road； pointed back toward Sidewinder。 The sound of the snowmobile's engine dwindled until it was lost in the ceaseless roar of the wind。 It rattled through the denuded branches of the hedge animals with a low； beating； desolate sound。 The fire waxed and waned。 Sometime after the sound of the snowmobile's engine had disappeared； the Overlooks roof caved in…first the west wing； then the east； and seconds later the central roof。 A huge spiraling gout of sparks and flaming debris rushed up into the howling winter night。
A bundle of flaming shingles and a wad of hot flashing were wafted is through the open equipment shed door by the wind。
After a while the shed began to burn； too。
* * *
They were still twenty miles from Sidewinder when Hallorann stopped to pour the rest of the gas into the snowmobile's tank。 He was getting very worried about Wendy Torrance； who seemed to be drifting away from them。 It was still so far to go。
〃Dick！〃 Danny cried。 He was standing up on the seat； pointing。 〃Dick； look！
Look there！〃 The snow had stopped and a silver…dollar moon had peeked out through the raftering clouds。 Far down the road but ing toward them； ing upward through a series of S…shaped switchbacks； was a pearly chain of lights。 The wind dropped for a moment and Hallorann heard the faraway buzzing snarl of snowmobile engines。
Hallorann and Danny and Wendy reached them fifteen minutes later。 They had brought extra clothes and brandy and Dr。 Edmunds。
And the long darkness was over。
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EPILOGUE/SUMMER
After he had finished checking over the salads his understudy had made and peeked in on the home…baked beans they were using as appetizers this week； Hallorann untied his apron； hung it on a hook； and slipped out the back door。 He had maybe forty…five minutes before he had to crank up for dinner in earnest。
The name of this place was the Red Arrow Lodge； and it was buried in the western Maine mountains； thirty miles from the town of Rangely。 It was a good gig； Hallorann thought。 The trade wasn't too heavy； it tipped well； and so far there hadn't been a single meal sent back。 Not bad at all； considering the season was nearly half over。
He threaded his way between the outdoor bar and the swimming pool （although why anyone would want to use the pool with the lake so handy he would never know）； crossed a greensward where a party of four was playing croquet and laughing； and crested a mild ridge。 Pines took over here； and the wind soughed pleasantly in them； carrying the aroma of fir and sweet resin。
On the other side； a number of cabins with views of the lake were placed discreetly among the trees。 The last one was the nicest； and Hallorann had reserved it for a party of two back in April when he had gotten this gig。
The woman was sitting on the porch in a rocking chair； a book in her hands。
Hallorann was struck again by the change in her。 Part of it was the stiff； almost formal way she sat； in spite of her informal surroundings…that was the back brace； of course。 She'd had a shattered vertebra as well as three broken ribs and some internal injuries。 The back was the slowest healing； and she was still in the brace 。 。 。 hence the formal posture。 But the change was more than that。 She looked older； and some of the laughter had gone out of her face。 Now； as she sat reading her book； Hallorann saw a grave sort of beauty there that had been missing on the day he had first met her； some nine months ago。 Then she had still been mostly girl。 Now she was a woman； a human being who had been dragged around to the dark side of the moon and had e back able to put the pieces back together。 But those pieces； Hallorann thought； they never fit just the same way again。 Never in this world。
She heard his step and looked up； closing her book。 〃Dick！ Hi！〃 She started to rise； and a little grimace of pain crossed her face。
〃hope； don't get up；〃 he said。 〃I don't stand on no ceremony unless it's white tie and tails。〃 She smiled as he came up the steps and sat down next to her on the porch。
〃How is it going？〃
〃Pretty fair；〃 he admitted。 〃You try the shrimp creole tonight。 You gonna like it。〃
〃That's a deal。〃
〃Where's Danny？〃
〃Right down there。〃 She pointed； and Hallorann saw a small figure sitting at the end of the dock。 He was wearing jeans rolled up to the knee and a red… striped shirt。 Further out on the calm water； a bobber floated。 Every now and then Danny would reel it in； examine the sinker and hook below it； and then toss it out again。
〃He's gettin brown；〃 Hallorann said。
〃Yes。 Very brown。〃 She looked at him fondly。
He took out a cigarette； tamped it； lit it。 The smoke raftered away lazily in the sunny afternoon。 〃What about those dreams he's been havin？〃
〃Better；〃 Wendy said。 〃Only one this week。 It used to be every night； sometimes two and three times。 The explosions。 The hedges。 And most of all 。 。 。
you know。〃
〃Yeah。 He's going to be okay； Wendy。〃 She looked at him。 〃Will he？ I wonder。〃 Hallorann nodded。 〃You and him； you're ing back。 Different； maybe； but okay。 You ain't what you were； you two； but that isn't necessarily bad。〃 They were silent for a while； Wendy moving the rocking chair back and forth a little； Hallorann with his feet up on the porch rail； smoking。 A little breeze came up； pushing its secret way through the pines but barely ruffling Wendy's hair。 She had cut it short。
〃I've decided to take Al…Mr。 Shockley…up on his offer；〃 she said。
Hallorann nodded。 〃It sounds like a good job。 Something you could get interested in。 When do you start？〃
〃Right after Labor Day。 When Danny and I leave here； we'll be going right on to Maryland to look for a place。 It was really the
