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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1Becky had scarcely known what laughter was through all her poor, little hard-driven life. Sara made her laugh, and laughed with her; and, though neither of them quite knew it, the laughter was as "fillin'" as the meat pies.
2.It was a bold thing to do. Miss Minchin was betrayed into something like a slight jump. Then she put her eyeglass up, and gazed at her show pupil disturbedly.
3.He laughed at her old-fashioned speech and kissed her. He was really not at all resigned himself, though he knew he must keep that a secret. His quaint little Sara had been a great companion to him, and he felt he should be a lonely fellow when, on his return to India, he went into his bungalow knowing he need not expect to see the small figure in its white frock come forward to meet him. So he held her very closely in his arms as the cab rolled into the big, dull square in which stood the house which was their destination.
4."It is a strange way of doing the thing," he said. "Who planned it?"
5."Oh, my! Oh, my!" Sara heard her say hoarsely, in wild delight. "OH my>!"
6."I?" panted Miss Amelia. "M-must I go and tell her now?"

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1."I wish she could talk," she said to herself. "If she could speak-- if she could speak!"
2."'T warn't me," wept Becky. "I could 'ave eat a whole un--but I never laid a finger on it."
3."Bless us, no," she answered. "Did you find it?"
4.It was very seldom that Miss Minchin mounted the last flight of stairs. Sara could only remember that she had done it once before. But now she was angry enough to be coming at least part of the way up, and it sounded as if she was driving Becky before her.
5.Sara was opening one book after the other. "What are you going to tell your father?" she asked, a slight doubt dawning in her mind.
6.But Becky was rather inclined to prefer to believe that the new neighbor was "an 'eathen." It sounded so much more romantic than that he should merely be the ordinary kind of gentleman who went to church with a prayer book. She sat and talked long that night of what he would be like, of what his wife would be like if he had one, and of what his children would be like if they had children. Sara saw that privately she could not help hoping very much that they would all be black, and would wear turbans, and, above all, that-- like their parent--they would all be "'eathens."

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1."Well, you wait a minute," said Sara, "and I'll take off my wet things and wrap myself in the coverlet and tell you over again."
2."I stopped," explained Sara, "because I knew it was Lottie-- and I thought, perhaps--just perhaps, I could make her be quiet. May I try, Miss Minchin?"
3.When she was gone Sara sat on her favorite perch on the end of her table. Her feet were on a chair, her elbows on her knees, and her chin in her hands.
4."No, no," said Carmichael. "Try to be calm. Console yourself with the fact that when she is found you have a fortune to hand over to her."
5. So they knew that it was Lavinia who had somehow guessed their secret and had betrayed them. Miss Minchin strode over to Becky and boxed her ears for a second time.
6.The secretary was writing quickly on his tablet. He looked up from it as he tore off a leaf and slipped it into his breast pocket.

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1."I know I shall--if I'm found out." she said. "But I don't care-- I don't care a bit. Oh, Sara, please tell me. What is the matter? Why don't you like me any more?"
2."Neither have I," she said.
3.This was what happened that day on both sides of the wall.
4、Carrisford shook his drooping head.
5、"They are beautiful things," she said; "they look as if they ought to belong to a nice person. All the things look rather grand. I suppose it is a rich family."

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  • 陈春梅 08-03

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  • 大卫-莫耶斯 08-03

    They did not remain very long, to the great relief of Melchisedec, who, as he probably did not comprehend their conversation, felt their movements and whispers ominous. The young secretary seemed interested in everything. He wrote down things about the floor, the fireplace, the broken footstool, the old table, the walls-- which last he touched with his hand again and again, seeming much pleased when he found that a number of old nails had been driven in various places.

  • 赵光霞 08-03

     "Here, miss? Me?"

  • 雷钟哲 08-03

    At night, after her work was done, Becky came in to see her fellow prisoner and bring her news.

  • 马拉西亚 08-02

    {"Yes; a rat, Sahib," answered Ram Dass, also whispering. "There are many in the walls."

  • 金井 08-01

    "Yes," Sara answered. "Papa asked Miss Minchin to let me have one, because--well, it was because when I play I make up stories and tell them to myself, and I don't like people to hear me. It spoils it if I think people listen."}

  • 汤姆奥戈尔曼 08-01

    She had liked to think of that. To keep the house for her father; to ride with him, and sit at the head of his table when he had dinner parties; to talk to him and read his books--that would be what she would like most in the world, and if one must go away to "the place" in England to attain it, she must make up her mind to go. She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself. She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself. Sometimes she had told them to her father, and he had liked them as much as she did.

  • 马克·加布里诺 08-01

    "I had no dinner," she said next, and her voice was quite low. She made it low because she was afraid it would tremble.

  • 巴哈尔古丽 07-31

     "I wish I was as thin as you, Sara," Ermengarde said suddenly. "I believe you are thinner than you used to be. Your eyes look so big, and look at the sharp little bones sticking out of your elbow!"

  • 梅汝璈 07-29

    {"Becky," she said, "weren't you listening to that story?"

  • 郭胜军 07-29

    Miss St. John's chief trouble in life was that she had a clever father. Sometimes this seemed to her a dreadful calamity. If you have a father who knows everything, who speaks seven or eight languages, and has thousands of volumes which he has apparently learned by heart, he frequently expects you to be familiar with the contents of your lesson books at least; and it is not improbable that he will feel you ought to be able to remember a few incidents of history and to write a French exercise. Ermengarde was a severe trial to Mr. St. John. He could not understand how a child of his could be a notably and unmistakably dull creature who never shone in anything.

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