gossip girl 3 英文-第18部分

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Blair。　But　Blair　was　determined　to　make　it　understand；　even　before　aterrisagem；　he　had　made　

a　sad　mistake。　
…　Nothing　…　she　said　without　looking　at　him。　
They　had　to　leave　the　apartment　in　very　bad　time　of　7：45　in　the　morning。　Now　it　was　a　plane　

in　the　afternoon　and　was　still　an　hour　of　St。　Barts。　Aaron　was　asleep；　or　maybe　I　was　only　

pretending　not　to　have　to　see　Miles　on　top　of　giving　Blair。　Serena　was　listening　to　Coldplay　

in　discman；　relieved　to　be　away　from　the　constant　flood　of　gifts　from　Flow。　Tyler　playing　

chess　in　his　Game　Boy　and　was　in　a　bad　mood；　Why　at　the　last　minute　the　mother　of　his　

friend；　the　prince　Rolf　von　Wurtzel；　decided　not　to　let　Rolf　was　St。　Barts　with　Tyler　

because　the　young　German　prince　had　a　problem　embarrassing　to　pee　in　bed。　Blair　moved　the　

ice　cubes　in　your　drink　with　a　brown　plastic　canudinho。　Thank　God　for　small　favors。　
…　I　tried　to　talk　to　you　all　week　…　said　Miles　as　a　reclining　chair　in　an　attempt　to　stretch　

your　legs　long。　To　great　dismay　of　Blair；　all　were　done　squeezed　sardine　in　economy　class。　…　

But　I　have　written　the　wrong　number　or　something。　
Blair　continued　with　eyes　on　the　puter　screen。　No；　she　answered　quietly。　Is　that　I　gave　

you　the　wrong　number。　
Miles　extended　his　arm　and　passed　by　the　fingers　tips　of　hair　from　Blair。　
…　I　missed　you　…　he　whispered。　
She　looked　at　him　without　smiling；　eyes　and　departed　again；　asking　yourself　what　Audrey　

Hepburn　would　do　in　this　situation　unpleasant。
You　know　those　religious　fanatics　who　are　in　the　car　stickers　that　say：　〃What　would　Jesus？〃　

Well；　Blair　had　a　look　that　said：　〃What　would　Audrey　do？〃　
Not　that　she　had　something　wrong　against　Miles。　He　was　not　a　tallowy　Armani　and　wore　

beautiful　clothes。　He　was　nice　and　was　a　friend　of　Aaron；　who　was　also　a　nice　guy；　but　if　

she　could　choose；　would　not　have　any　half…brother。　Blair　should　have　felt　flattered　with　the　

attention　of　Miles；　and　maybe　you　feel　if　you　were　in　the　mood　for　shame　on　man。　But　the　

reality　was　that　one　of　the　afternoon；　squeezed　in　the　economic　class　of　a　small　plane　and　

bum；　with　the　puter　in　the　neck　and　hair…tail　of　a　dirty…horse；　she　was　not　willing　to　

paquerar　anyone。　
…　Excuse　me；　miss；　be　interested　in　a　copy　of　Vogue　brtanica？　…　Asked　the　flight　attendant　

in　first　class。　He　seemed　a　Pierce　Brosnan　newest　and　tallest；　and　if　it　were　not　using　a　

uniform　United　Arlin；　which　could　well　be　a　cat。　
Blair　picked　up　the　magazine。　Realized　that　the　flight　attendant　was　not　going　to　review　all　

the　economy　class；　alone。　
…　I　can　serve　you　a　drink？　Champagne？　…　Offered　him　with　a　twinkling。　
Blair　left　the　magazine　on　the　floor。　Was　not　for　him　to　see　that　she　was　busy？　
…　No；　thanks；　she　replied。　
Miles　delivered　the　empty　glass　of　vodka　with　orange　juice　to　the　missioner。　
…　I'll　have　another　such。　
The　flight　attendant　took　the　glass；　looking　angry　because　Blair　had　specifically　asked　if　

she　wanted　something　and　would　now　have　to　pay　the　waiter　for　the　arrogant　teenager　sitting　

next　to　her。　
Miles　returned　to　move　the　tip　of　the　hair　of　Blair。　
…　It　will　not　read　the　magazine？　
Blair　wanted　to　tell　him　to　put　the　magazine　at　the　tail　of　his　Armani；　but　she　knew　that　in　

this　situation　Audrey　remain　calm　and　continue　to　do　what　it　was　doing　in　the　hope　that　the　

impertinent　understand　the　hint　and　left　in　peace。　
She　turned　its　attention　to　the　test。　What　he　meant　was　that　Audrey　had　all　the　qualities　

that　Blair　believed　that　a　woman　should　have。　Style；　beauty；　grace；　intelligence；　

espirituosidade；　courage　and　a　certain　mystery　which　formed　with　the　men　fall　for　her。　But　

Blair　was　not　stupid。　I　could　not　say　in　its　proposal　for　Yale　that　the　reason　to　admire　

Audrey　Hepbrun　was　qe　she　was　irresistible　to　men；　especially　after　Blair　had　kissed　the　

interviewer。　
The　Miss。　Glos　said　it　was　not　to　be　too　literary。　Blair　put　his　fingers　on　the　keyboard　and　

began　typing　again；　letting　the　words　fluíssem；　without　which　the　plan　would　mean。　

Sometimes　I　dream　that　I　am　Audrey　Hepburn。　Snto　me　lighter　and　more　pure；　and　even　talk　to　

her　elegant　accent。　Audrey　made　everything　look　easy。　She　never　had　evidence　of　advanced　

studies；　nor　had　to　rewrite　a　test　for　a　proposal　for　a　stupid　university。　Never　had　to　

leave　on　vacation　with　her　mother　and　stepfather　with　the　fat　and　irritating；　and　with　the　

annoying　and　excitadinho　friend's　half…brother。　Her　boyfriend　never　switched　to　a　girl　of　

ten　years。　If　they　had　problems；　she　kept　the　same　for　you　and　dealt　with　them　alone；　

instead　of　counting　everyone　in　the　world；　including　the　interviewer　from　Yale。　When　I　am　in　

Audrey　feel　I　can　dominate　the　world。　

Blair　releu　what　he　had　written　and　then　marked　the　entire　paragraph　and　delete。　When　I'm　a　

psycho　Audrey　Eu　was　more　appropriate。　
〃A　beautiful　day　and　ESA　in　the　region；　as　we　began　our　descent　to　St。　Barts；〃　the　deep　

voice　of　the　captain　left　the　voice　system　of　the　plane。　〃I　want　to　thank　all　take　for　

flying　with　us　today。　Especially　want　to　thank　the　beautiful　brunette　in　24B。　Have　great　

parties；　and　I　hope　they　choose　the　United　again　when　traveling。〃　
Twenty…four　B。　Blair　looked　at　the　small　label　on　the　roof。　It　was　the　place　of　it。　She　

imagined　that　the　pilot　was　on　top　of　it　or　he　did？　
Miles　was　still　afagando　the　hair　of　her。　The　flight　attendant　returned　with　the　drink　of　

Miles　and　a　glass　of　champagne　for　Blair；　said　that　although　she　had　not　wanted。　
…　With　the　pliments　of　the　pilot；　said　the　flight　attendant　with　a　malicious　smile。　
Blair　felt　like　Mia　Farrow　in　Alice；　the　film　by　Woody　Allen　that　Mr。　Beckham　did　not　see　

the　class　once；　but　twice。　In　the　film；　Alice's　mother…obtusa　that　Park　Avenue；　it　was　a　

strange　place　in　Chinatown；　where　they　ate　weeds　interesting　Chinese　men　made　it　attracted　

flies。　
As　never　refuse　a　drink　when　it　is　extended；　Blair　took　a　glass　of　champagne　and　closed　his　

laptop；　put　it　in　the　Louis　Vuitton　folder　and　put　under　the　front　seat。　The　plane　was　

starting　to　fall；　and　outside　of　the　window　the　warm　Caribbean　Sea　glowed　promising。　Blair　

turned　the　ruby　ring　on　his　finger　repeatedly；　anxious　to　put　the　new　Gucci　black　bikini　and　

go　to　the　beach；　get　away　from　everything　and　everyone。　
Aaron　opened　his　eyes　and　straight　is　the　seat；　blocking　your　view。　He　smiled　at　her。　
…　Ended　his　essay？　
…　Fuck　you；　Blair　replied。　
d　is　ready　or　not　
…　More　curry！　…　Rufus　Humphrey　growl　for　tomato　sauce　after　you　prove　it　。…　More　rum！　…　It　

was　Friday　afternoon　and　their　annual　holiday　spree　should　begin　in　an　hour。　
…　But；　Dad；　the　lasagna　should　not　be　Italian？　…　Argued　Dan　
His　father　stressed　the　bastas　gray　eyebrows　and　cleaned　their　hands　in　the　sauce　shirt　SAVE　

THE　MIES！　white　and　dirty。　
…　When　did　you　bee　miser？　…　He　waved　a　spoon　to　stick　his　head　above　the　。…　There　are　no　

rules；　only　possibilities！　
Dan　has　to　shoulder　and　put　some　dark　glasses　of　rum　in　the　sauce。　Not　all　that　surprised　

when　the　delirious　with　lasagne　father。　After　a　few　bites；　were　a　plete　drunk。　
…　So；　who　is　the　guy　who　called　his　sister？　…　Rufus　asked。　He　used　words　such　as　face　to　

mock　the　way　Dan　and　Jenny　spoke。　It　was　totally　annoying。　
His　name　is　Nate　said　Da…abstractedly　。…　It　is　very　cool…he　added；　but　had　great　certainty　

that　the　father　desprezaria　Nate；　who　wore　polo　shirt　and　had　a　haircut　expensive。　Wore　

leather　shoes　and　belt；　and　in　general　was　so　stoned　he　could　not　have　a　conversation　

without　erupt　in　a　giggle　mules　in　the　middle　of　it。　But　the　not　bother　to　explain　that　if　

the　father。　I　was　too　distracted　by　the　fact　that　Vanessa　would　e　to　qualuqer　minute　and　

he　almost　be　convinced　to　say　that　she　wanted　sex。　
…　Well；　let's　hope　that　Nate　likes　of　Lasagne　Punjabi…gracejou　Rufus；　chianti　filling　the　

giant　mug　of　coffee　Mets。　
The　doorbell　rang　and　Rufus　went　to　greet　the　old　friend；　Lyle　Gross；　who　he　had　met　in　the　

park　twenty　years　before。　Lyle　was　one　of　those　guys　who　does　not　get　old；　and　when　we　see　

them　sitting　on　a　bench　in　park；　listening　to　a　Mets　game　in　the　p