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据清真寺街多名老人回忆，在1944 年4月至1945年8月的一年多时间里，日本酒井特务队每天都在杀人，在特务队里每天夜里都传出受刑人的惨叫声，周围老百姓心惊肉跳，彻夜难眠，整天在刀尖上过日子，许多人实在受不下去，只好背井离乡，外出逃生,一些人外逃后至今杳无音信。
恶有恶报。1945年8月中旬，日寇宣布投降，酒井勇一向开封逃跑，至中牟县冉庄被当地自卫团捕获，送交郑州专员公署转解武汉军法总监狱，于1946年被处决。树倒猢狲散，看到酒井勇一逃跑，喽罗们亦如丧家之犬，东窜西奔，各找门路。其中有36人也向开封逃跑。到中牟境内得知酒井勇一落网，自觉东逃无路，又拉回郑州北郊。由张伯钧（特务队班长）等2人与当时苏民乡乡长陈效孔联系，妄图与陈一同上山打游击，被拒绝。陈又和祭伯乡乡长宋先舟商议，经宋作说服工作后，连同这两个乡的原有武装，一同送交郑县县政府（当时县政府在西南郊红花寺村）。经县政府县长崔国庆①批准接收后，将酒井特务队的原有人、枪原封不动的编为郑县县政府特务队。当时很多人对这种作法不大理解。可是没过10天，在郑县县政府进城前夕，转移到城南25里小刘村时，乘这批特务熟睡，以迅雷不及掩耳之势，一举拿获，当夜即将张伯钧等22人全部处决（活埋）。队长岳清江等，未予处理。

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虽然针对那条新闻攻击中国的留言不少，但澳大利亚网友中也不乏理性的声音，他们不仅对这个“新闻”的真实性表示怀疑，而且还对这样的报道进行了“调侃”。澳洲广播公司网站上就有位名为“William”的网友这样写道：“如果中国没有正式要求，你又不能确定你的消息来源，那么这就是一个谣言，而不是新闻。这样的报道目的何在？”名为“Holden”的网友写道：“澳洲广播公司什么时候也变成福克斯新闻了？不弄清消息来源，捏造这是（中国）官方的要求，等着中国人的怒火吧。”一位名为“Mine”的网友针对澳大利亚官方对这件事的回应很值得玩味：“也许澳大利亚对这个谣言的回应才真的算得上是‘新闻’。”
向外派军队根本不可能
看到这条新闻后，《环球时报》记者就立刻联系了中国驻澳大利亚使馆，使馆官员表示，目前使馆方面并没有得到相关消息，现在还无法证实消息的真实性。该官员表示，使馆方面会就此事进行进一步的核实。随后，《环球时报》记者又联系了北京奥组委火炬接力中心，中心的一位工作人员明确地说：“根本没有这样的消息。”他说，这样的报道是不真实的，甚至是很荒唐的，“试想中国的军队如何能在海外领土执行任务，奥运火炬接力中心的职责只是协助当地的相关负责部门顺利完成火炬传递，本身并不负责实质性的工作，更没有调动军队的权力。”

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马英九青涩照曝光，当年曾参加保钓运动。马英九指出，那时保钓运动在海外学界风起云涌。他访美回台后，也因此立刻投入了台大学生的保钓运动，到美、日“大使馆”抗议。他至今对钓鱼岛没有忘情，对钓鱼岛的主张也和当年一样。去年访问日本时因此还被日本一些人质疑是“反日派”。
学界：有的深感担忧 有的视为良机
据记者了解，对于马英九的当选，日本《朝日新闻》、《读卖新闻》以及《日本经济新闻》等日本主流媒体在评论的部分都不约而同地引用了日本台湾问题专家若林正丈的分析。若林正丈是日本东京大学教授，长期以来从事台湾政治以及台湾近代史的研究，是日本比较有影响的台湾问题专家。对于马英九以压倒性优势赢得“大选”，若林正丈总的分析基调就是“深感担忧”。其实，早在台湾“大选”前，若林正丈在接受媒体采访时就表示，“以‘总统‘的权力，若再加上3/4的‘国会’，这会是很大的诱惑，台湾将来会走得很快，可能向这里，也可能向那里，站在日本的立场，并不希望台湾未来转变得太快，否则日本会比较不容易适应”。当时若林正丈对目前台湾的政治局势的担忧就溢于言表：“如果马先生当选，什么都可以做，因为3/4嘛，可以禁止民进党，可以禁止台湾主张独立，以取得中国的信任，逻辑上是可以的。”

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嗯，我正努力地在猜。
我的最佳线索就是，楼下的坐位足够地空，中间的坐位能容纳摩门合唱团（注：著名美国合唱团体，成立于1847年，团员超过300名），如果他们就在这附近的话。
街球王无人能阻斯科拉第二次犯规，在6分15秒时将他送上了板凳席。海耶斯登场亮相。
“魔术师”阿尔斯通今晚又回来了，6投5中得分上双的表现。跳投投中，突破也中，现在他就是无法阻挡。
阿泰右肘有伤
在打了前10分钟并且得到6分之后，阿泰斯特离开场上阵容而回到了更衣室。随后他回到了板凳席上，他那疼痛的右肘出了问题。或者也许他有几个松掉的螺丝钉需要拧拧率相当不满，记者布林巴里再度进行了讽刺，称中间的空座位可以容纳下人数过300的摩门合唱团……另外麦蒂的脚踝并无大碍，而阿泰斯特的肘却有恙。

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dusk; I retired into a corner and sat down on the
floor. The spell by which I had been so far supported began to
dissolve; reaction took place, and soon, so overwhelming was the grief
that seized me, I sank prostrate with my face to the ground. Now I
wept: Helen Burns was not here; nothing sustained me; left to myself I
abandoned myself, and my tears watered the boards. I had meant to be
so good, and to do so much at Lowood:
ry morning I had reached the head of my class; Miss Miller had
praised me warmly; Miss Temple had smiled approbation; she had
promised to teach me drawing, and to let me learn French, if I
continued to make similar improvement two months longer: and then I
was well received by my fellow-pupils; treated as an equal by

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and march forward, as she said, 'like
stalwart soldiers.' The other teachers, poor things, were generally
themselves too much dejected to attempt the task of cheering others.
How we longed for the light and heat of a blazing fire when we
got back! But, to the little ones at least, this was denied: each
hearth in the schoolroom was immediately surrounded by a double row of
great girls, and behind them the younger children crouched in
groups, wrapping their starved arms in their pinafores.
A little solace came at tea-time, in the shape of a double ration
of bread- a whole, instead of a half, slice- with the delicious
addition of a thin scrape of butter:

which we all looked forward from Sabbath to Sabbath. I generally
contrived to reserve a moiety of this bounteous repast for myself; but

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THE next day commenced as before, getting up and dressing by
rushlight; but this morning we were obliged to dispense with the
ceremony of washing; the water in the pitchers was frozen. A change
had taken place in the weather the preceding evening, and a keen
north-east wind, whistling through the crevices of our bedroom windows
all night long, had made us shiver in our beds, and turned the
contents of the ewers to ice.
Before the long hour and a half of prayers and Bible-reading was
over, I felt ready to perish with cold. Breakfast-time came at last,
and this morning the porridge was not burnt; the quality was

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grotesque, and Miss Miller, poor thing! looked purple,
weather-beaten, and over-worked- when, as my eye wandered from face to
face, the whole school rose simultaneously, as if moved by a common
spring.
What was the matter? I had heard no order given: I was puzzled. Ere
I had gathered my wits, the classes were again seated: but as all eyes
were now turned to one point, mine followed the general direction, and
encountered the personage who had received me last night. She stood at
the bottom of the long room, on the hearth;
each end; she surveyed the two rows of girls silently and gravely.
Miss Miller, approaching, seemed to ask her a question, and having
received her answer, went back to her place, and said aloud-
'Monitor of the first class, fetch the globes!'

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will send her, then, as soon as possible, Mr. Brocklehurst; for,
I assure you, I feel anxious to be relieved of a responsibility that
was becoming too irksome.'
'No doubt, no doubt, madam; and now I wish you good morning. I
shall return to Brocklehurst Hall in the course of a week or two: my
good friend, the Archdeacon, will not permit me to leave him sooner. I
shall send Miss Temple notice that she is to expect a new girl, so
that there will be no difficulty about receiving her. Good-bye.'
'Good-bye, Mr. Brocklehurst; remember me to Mrs. and Miss
Brocklehurst, and to Augusta and Theodore, and Master Broughton
Brocklehurst.'
'I will, madam. Little girl, here is a book entitled the Child's
Guide; read it with prayer, especially that part containing "An

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Uncle Reed say to you, if he were alive?' was my
scarcely voluntary demand. I say scarcely voluntary, for it seemed
as if my tongue pronounced words, without my will consenting to
their utterance: something spoke out of me over which I had no
control.
'What?' said Mrs. Reed under her breath: her usually cold
composed grey eye became troubled with a look like fear; she took
her hand from my arm, and gazed at me as if she really did not know
whether I were child or fiend. I was now in for it.
'My Uncle Reed is in heaven, and can see all you do and think;
and so can papa and mama: they know how you shut me up all day long,
and how you wish me dead.'

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crossed with thick black bars. I heard voices, too, speaking
with a hollow sound, and as if muffled by a rush of wind or water:
agitation, uncertainty, and an all-predominating sense of terror
confused my faculties. Ere long, I became aware that some one was
handling me; lifting me up and supporting me in a sitting posture, and
that more tenderly than I had ever been raised or upheld before. I
rested my head against a pillow or an arm, and felt easy.
In five minutes more the cloud of bewilderment dissolved: I knew
quite well that I was in my own bed, and that the red glare was the
nursery fire. It was night: a candle burnt on the table; Bessie
stood at the bed-foot with a basin in her hand, and a gentleman sat in
a chair near my pillow, leaning over me.

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the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating
me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the
leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon.
Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet
lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly
before a long and lamentable blast.

I returned to my book- Bewick's History of British Birds: the
letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet
there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could
not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the haunts
of sea-fowl; of 'the solitary rocks and promontories' by them only
inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its

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I've found out, Hareton, that I want--that I'm glad--that I should like you to be my cousin now, if you had not grown so cross to me, and so rough.'
Hareton returned no answer.
`Hareton, Hareton, Hareton! do you hear?' she continued. `Get off wi' ye!' he growled, with uncompromising gruffness.
`Let me take that pipe,' she said, cautiously advancing her hand and abstracting it from his mouth.
Before he could attempt to recover it, it was broken, and behind the fire. He swore at her and seized another.
`Stop,' she cried, `you must listen to me first; and I can't speak while those clouds are floating in my face.'
`Will you go to the devil!' he exclaimed ferociously, `and let me be!'
`No,' she persisted, `I won't: I can't tell what to do to make you talk to me; and you are determined not to understand. When I call you stupid, I don't mean anything: I don't mean that I despise you. Come, you shall take notice of me, Hareton! you are my cousin, and you shall own me.

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Yes, very well,' I replied unhesitatingly.
`You must tell her,' she continued, `that I would answer her letter, but l have no materials for writing: not even a book from which I might tear a leaf.'
`No books!' I exclaimed. `How do you contrive to live here without them? if l may take the liberty to inquire. Though provided with a large library, I'm frequently very dull at the Grange; take my books away, and I should be desperate!'
`I was always reading, when I had them,' said Catherine; `and Mr Heathcliff never reads; so he took it into his head to destroy my books. I have not had a glimpse of one for weeks. Only once, I searched through Joseph's store of theology, to his great irritation; and once, Hareton, I came upon a secret stock in your room--some Latin and Greek, and some tales and poetry: all old friends. I brought the last here--and you gathered them, as a magpie gathers silver spoons, for the mere love of stealing! They are of no use to you; or else you concealed

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He resumed his former occupation, closing his lids, as if he meant to drop asleep.
`Master Heathcliff,' I resumed, `have you forgotten all Catherine's kindness to you last winter, when you affirmed you loved her, and when she brought you books and sung you songs, and came many a time through wind and snow to see you? She wept to miss one evening, because you would be disappointed; and you felt then that she was a hundred times too good to you: and now you believe the lies your father tells, though you know he detests you both. And you join him against her. That's fine gratitude, is it not?'
The corner of Linton's mouth fell, and he took the sugar-candy from his lips. Did she come to Wuthering Heights, because she hated you?' I continued. `Think for yourself! As to your money, she does not even know that you will have any.

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ine, we would fain have deluded yet: but her own quick spirit refused to delude her: it divined in secret, and brooded on the dreadful probability, gradually ripening into certainty. She had not the heart to mention her ride, when Thursday came round; I mentioned it for her, and obtained permission to order her out of doors: for the library, where her father stopped a short time daily--the brief period he could bear to sit up--and his chamber, had become her whole world. She grudged each moment that did not find her bending over his pillow, or seated by his side:
countenance grew wan with watching and sorrow, and my master gladly dismissed her to what he flattered himself would be a happy change of scene and society; drawing comfort from the hope that she would not now be left entirely alone after his death.
He had a fixed idea, I guessed by several observations he let fall, that, as his nephew resembled him in person, he would resemble him in mind; for Linton's letters bore few or no

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indications of his defective character. And I, through pardonable weakness, refrained from correcting the error; asking myself what good there would be in disturbing his last moments with information that he had neither power nor opportunity to turn to account.
We deferred our excursion till the afternoon; a golden afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive. Catherine's face was just like the landscape--shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient; and her poor little heart reproached itself for even that passing forgetfulness of its cares.
We discerned Linton watching at the same spot he had selected before. My young mistress alighted, and told me that, as she was resolved to stay a very little while, I had better hold

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wished to have the C., because that stood for Catherine, and the H. might be for Heathcliff, his name; but the bran came out of H., and Linton didn't like it. I beat him constantly, and he got cross again, and coughed, and returned to his chair. That night, though, he easily recovered his good humour: he was charmed with two or three pretty songs--your songs, Ellen; and when I was obliged to go, he begged and entreated me to come the following evening; and I promised. Minny and I went flying home as light as air; and I dreamt of Wuthering Heights and my sweet, darling cousin, till morning.
`On the morrow I was sad; partly because you were poorly, and partly that I wished my father knew, and approved of my excursions: but it was beautiful moonlight after tea; and, as I rode on, the gloom cleared. I shall have another happy evening, I thought to myself: and what delights me more, my pretty Linton will. I trotted up their garden, and was turning round to the back, when that fellow Earnshaw met me, took my bridle, and bid me go in by the front entrance. He patted Minny's neck, and said she was a bonny beast, and appeared as if he wanted me to speak to him. I only told him to leave my horse alone, or else it would kick him. He answered in his vulgar accent, ``It wouldn't do much hurt if it did"; and surveyed its

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None can tell, whether you won't die before us,' I replied. `It's wrong to anticipate evil. We'll hope there are years and years to come before any of us go: master is young, and I am strong, and hardly forty-five. My mother lived till eighty, a canty dame to the last. And suppose Mr Linton were spared till he saw sixty, that would be more years than you have counted, miss. And would it not be foolish to mourn a calamity above twenty years beforehand?'
`But Aunt Isabella was younger than papa,' she remarked, gazing up with timid hope to seek further consolation.
`Aunt Isabella had not you and me to nurse her,' I replied. `She wasn't as happy as master: she hadn't as much to live for. All you need do, is to wait well on your father, and cheer him by letting him see you cheerful; and avoid giving him anxiety on any subject: mind that, Cathy! I'll not disguise but you might kill him, if you were wild and reckless, and cherished a

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Cathy had been caught in the fact of plundering, or, at least, hunting out the nests of the grouse. The Heights were Heathcliff's land, and he was reproving the poacher.
`I've neither taken any nor found any,' she said, as I toiled to them, expanding her hands in corroboration of the statement. `I didn't mean to take them; but papa told me there were quantities up here, and I wished to see the eggs.'
Heathcliff glanced at me with an ill-meaning smile, expressing his acquaintance with the party, and, consequently, his malevolence towards it, and demanded who `papa' was?
`Mr Linton of Thrushcross Grange,' she replied. `I thought you did not know me, or you wouldn't have spoken in that way.'
`You suppose papa is highly esteemed and respected then?' he said sarcastically.
`And what are you?' inquired Catherine, gazing curiously on the speaker. `That man I've seen before Is he your son?'
She pointed to Hareton, the other individual, who had gained nothing but increased bulk and strength by the addition of two years to his age: he seemed as awkward and rough as ever.
`Miss Cathy,' I interrupted, `it will be three hours instead of one that we are out, presently. We really must go back.'

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I do not know whether it were sorrow for him, but his cousin put on as sad a countenance as himself, and returned to her father. All three entered, and mounted to the library, where tea was laid ready. I proceeded to remove Linton's cap and mantle, and placed him on a chair by the table; but he was no sooner seated than he began to cry afresh. My master inquired what was the matter.
`I can't sit on a chair,' sobbed the boy.
`Go to the sofa, then, and Ellen shall bring you some tea, answered his uncle patiently.
He had been greatly tried during the journey, I felt convinced, by his fretful ailing charge. Linton slowly trailed himself off, and lay down. Cathy carried a footstool and her cup to his side. At first she sat silent; but that could not last: she had resolved to make a pet of her little cousin, as she would have him to be; and she commenced stroking his curls, and kissing his cheek, and offering him tea in her saucer, like a baby. This pleased him, for he was not much better: he dried his eyes, and lightened into a faint smile.