One Summer Night夏夜异闻

The fact that Henry Armstrong was buried did not seem to him to prove that he was dead： he had always been a hard man to convince. That he really was buried， the testimony1 of his senses compelled him to admit. His posture—flat upon his back， with his hands crossed upon his stomach and tied with something that he easily broke without profitably altering the situation—the strict confinement of his entire person， the black darkness and profound silence， made a body of evidence impossible to controvert and he accepted it without cavil2.

亨利·阿姆斯特朗一向固执己见：在他看来，入土的事实似乎并不能证明他已逝去。（剩余4159字）