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When the next generation, with its more modern ideas, became mayors and aldermen, this arrangement created some little dissatisfaction. On the first of the year they mailed her a tax notice. February came, and there was no reply. They wrote her a formal letter, asking her to call at the sheriff's office at her convenience. A week later the mayor wrote her himself, offering to call or to send his car for her, and received in reply a note on paper of an archaic shape, in a thin, flowing calligraphy in faded ink, to the effect that she no longer went out at all. The tax notice was also enclosed, without comment.
到了第二代人，他们当上了镇长和议员，思想更加前卫，便对这种免税约定产生了一丝不满。那年元旦，他们寄给她一张纳税通知单，可是到了二月，依然没有回信。他们给她发了一封公函，要她方便时到镇治安办公室去一趟。一周后，镇长亲自书函一封给她，表示愿意登门拜访，或派车接她；镇长得到的回信却是一张便条，字是写在一张古香古色的信笺土，书法流利，字迹纤细，墨迹已干，大意是说，她根本不再外出。随信附还的还有纳税通知单，但不见任何评述。
They called a special meeting of the board of aldermen. A deputation waited upon her, knocked at the door through which no visitor had passed since she ceased giving china-painting lessons eight or ten years earlier. They were admitted by the old Negro into a dim hall from which a stairway mounted into still more shadow. It smelled of dust and disuse--a close, dank smell. The Negro led them into the parlor. It was furnished in heavy, leather-covered furniture. When the Negro opened the blinds of one window, they could see that the leather was cracked; and when they sat down, a faint dust rose sluggishly about their thighs, spinning with slow motes in the single sunray. On a tarnished gilt easel before the fireplace stood a crayon portrait of Miss Emily's father.
镇政府官员们召开了参议院委员会特别会议，派了一个代表团拜访艾米莉。他们敲了敲门。这扇门自从八年或十年前艾米莉停授瓷器彩绘课以来，谁都没有从这里进出过。接待他们的是那个黑人男仆，他们来到阴暗的门厅，再沿楼梯而上，光线变得更加阴暗了。屋子里发出一股尘封的气味，阴冷潮湿，密不透气，这里长久没有人住了。黑人领着他们来到客厅，客厅里陈设着笨重、包着皮套的家具。黑人打开一扇百叶窗，只见皮套子已经开裂了；他们坐了下来，大腿两边，顿时尘粒飞扬，在百叶窗射进的一缕阳光中，缓缓旋转着。壁炉前是一张早已失去了昔日的光泽的画架；画架上屹立着艾米莉父亲的炭笔画像。
They rose when she entered--a small, fat woman in black, with a thin gold chain descending to her waist and vanishing into her belt, leaning on an ebony cane with a tarnished gold head. Her skeleton was small and spare; perhaps that was why what would have been merely plumpness in another was obesity in her. She looked bloated, like a body long submerged in motionless water, and of that pallid hue. Her eyes, lost in the fatty ridges of her face, looked like two small pieces of coal pressed into a lump of dough as they moved from one face to another while the visitors stated their errand.
代表团成员站了起来，原来进来一个人——一个身材矮小，但腰圆体胖的女人，她身着黑衫，细长的金链直垂腰部，最后插入腰带里；她撑在乌木拐杖上，杖头镶金早已失去了昔日的光泽。她骨架又矮又小，也许正因如此，要是落在别的女人身上，那种胖就是丰满，而落在她身上，就显得臃肿。她看上去肿胀发白，就好像长期浸泡在死水中的死尸一般。当客人说明来意时，她的那两只眼睛不停地转悠着，一会儿瞧瞧这张面孔，一会儿看看那张脸蛋，那眼睛啊，都深陷在脸隆起的赘肉里了，就像掐在生面团中的两个小煤球。
