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日期:2020-08-04 17:43:20
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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  In the wood everything was motionless, the old leaves on the ground keeping the frost on their underside. A jay called harshly, many little birds fluttered. But there was no game; no pheasants. They had been killed off during the war, and the wood had been left unprotected, till now Clifford had got his game-keeper again.
2.  Clifford sat with a fixed face as the chair slowly mounted. When they came to the top of the rise he stopped; he would not risk the long and very jolty down-slope. He sat looking at the greenish sweep of the riding downwards, a clear way through the bracken and oaks. It swerved at the bottom of the hill and disappeared; but it had such a lovely easy curve, of knights riding and ladies on palfreys.
3.  `Don't you cry then!' she said, bending in front of the child. `See what I've got for you!'
4.  `Quite!' said Clifford. `He thinks too much of himself, that man.'
5.  She wondered very much about him; he seemed so unlike a game-keeper, so unlike a working-man anyhow; although he had something in common with the local people. But also something very uncommon.
6.  She obeyed him. He had that curious kind of protective authority she obeyed at once. So she sat and warmed her hands at the blaze, and dropped logs on the fire, whilst outside he was hammering again. She did not really want to sit, poked in a corner by the fire; she would rather have watched from the door, but she was being looked after, so she had to submit.

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1.  `Well!' he said, `being myself hors de combat, I don't see I've anything to say on the matter.'
2.  The sheep coughed in the rough, sere grass of the park, where frost lay bluish in the sockets of the tufts. Across the park ran a path to the wood-gate, a fine ribbon of pink. Clifford had had it newly gravelled with sifted gravel from the pit-bank. When the rock and refuse of the underworld had burned and given off its sulphur, it turned bright pink, shrimp-coloured on dry days, darker, crab-coloured on wet. Now it was pale shrimp-colour, with a bluish-white hoar of frost. It always pleased Connie, this underfoot of sifted, bright pink. It's an ill wind that brings nobody good.
3.  `Ah, shut it up, tha false little bitch!' came the man's angry voice, and the child sobbed louder.
4.  And the bounders who pretended they did, and started working the sex game, they were worse than ever.
5.  `Oh yes!' said Connie. But, as she said it she heard the eleven-o'clock hooters at Stacks Gate colliery. Clifford was too used to the sound to notice.
6.  She looked at him.

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1.  `Why don't you speak ordinary English?' she said coldly.
2.  Hilda posted off to Dr Shardlow, and on the following Sunday Mrs Bolton drove up in Leiver's cab to Wragby with two trunks. Hilda had talks with her; Mrs Bolton was ready at any moment to talk. And she seemed so young! The way the passion would flush in her rather pale cheek. She was forty-seven.
3.  `All right, your Ladyship.'
4.  `There's a dear!' laughed Connie, and she moved away, saying `Good morning', heartily relieved to get away from the contact.
5.   She plodded on into the wood, knowing he was looking after her; he upset her so much, in spite of herself.
6.  `Thou still unravished bride of quietness,' he quoted. `It seems to fit flowers so much better than Greek vases.'

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1.  `But don't you think there is something special about him?' she asked.
2.  `I don't think we're altogether so spiteful,' protested Clifford.
3.  She was silent. Logic might be unanswerable because it was so absolutely wrong.
4、  `But until life turns a new face on it all, you do agree?'
5、  She rose and went slowly towards home. As she went she heard a faint tapping away on the right, and stood still to listen. Was it hammering, or a woodpecker? It was surely hammering.

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  • 张宏生 08-03

      L'amour avait possé par là, as somebody puts it. But he was a man of experience himself, and let life take its course. As for the mot a nervous invalid in the last few months of her life, she wanted her girls to be `free', and to `fulfil themselves'. She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her. Heaven knows why, for she was a woman who had her own income and her own way. She blamed her husband. But as a matter of fact, it was some old impression of authority on her own mind or soul that she could not get rid of. It had nothing to do with Sir Malcolm, who left his nervously hostile, high-spirited wife to rule her own roost, while he went his own way.

  • 柯老大 08-03

      `But your mother...?'

  • 左璞 08-03

       `Certainly nothing but the spirit in us is worth having,' said Winterslow.

  • 杜慧 08-03

      `And here are the addresses of two women; I saw one of them, she would do very well; a woman of about fifty, quiet, strong, kind, and in her way cultured...'

  • 张淼 08-02

    {  `But what about the other man?' she asked.

  • 王杭 08-01

      `Yes, but where did he come from?'}

  • 张忠谋 08-01

      `My God! "If they be not nice to me What care I how nice they be?"

  • 周毓秋 08-01

      `Walked and sat in a sheltered place. Do you know there are still berries on the big holly-tree?'

  • 梅轩 07-31

       Connie was not keen on chains, but she said nothing. She was thinking of the curious impersonality of his desire for a son.

  • 杉本一夫 07-29

    {  `I consider this is really the heart of England,' said Clifford to Connie, as he sat there in the dim February sunshine.

  • 林玉梅 07-29

      She obeyed him. He had that curious kind of protective authority she obeyed at once. So she sat and warmed her hands at the blaze, and dropped logs on the fire, whilst outside he was hammering again. She did not really want to sit, poked in a corner by the fire; she would rather have watched from the door, but she was being looked after, so she had to submit.

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