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Barthol'mew my page,And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber;And call him 'madam,' do him obeisance.Tell him from me, as he will win my love,He bear himself with honourable action,Such as he hath observed in noble ladiesUnto their lords, by them accomplished:Such duty to the drunkard let him doWith soft low tongue and lowly courtesy,And say 'What is't your honour will command,Wherein your lady and your humble wifeMay show her duty and make known her love?'And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,And with declining head into his bosom,Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'dTo see her noble lord restored to health,Who for this seven years hath esteem'd himNo better than a poor and loathsome beggar:And if the boy have not a woman's giftTo rain a shower of commanded tears,An onion will do well for such a shift,Which in a napkin being close convey'dShall in despite enforce a watery eye.See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst:Anon I'll give thee more instructions.
[Exit a Servingman]
I know the boy will well usurp the grace,Voice, gait and action of a gentlewoman:I long to hear him call the drunkard husband

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Esmeralda blanched and swayed as she descended the steps of the pillory, the voice of the recluse pursuing her as she went: “Come down! come down! Ah, thou Egyptian thief, thou shalt yet return there again!”
“The sachette is in one of her tantrums,” murmured the people; but they went no further, for these women were feared, which made them sacred. In those days they were shy of attacking a person who prayed day and night.
The hour had now arrived for releasing Quasimodo. They unfastened him from the pillory, and the crowd dispersed.Near the Grand-Pont, Mahiette, who was going away with her companions, suddenly stopped. “Eustache,” she said, “what hast thou done with the cake?”
“Mother,” answered the child, “while you were talking to the dame in the hole a great dog came and took a bite of my cake, and so then I too had a bite.”

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"Have you never been taught to pray, Heidi; do you not know even what it means?"
"I used to say prayers with the first grandmother, but that is a long time ago, and I have forgotten them."
"That is the reason, Heidi, that you are so unhappy, because you know no one who can help you. Think what a comfort it is when the heart is heavy
-153-with grief to be able at any moment to go and tell everything to God, and pray Him for the help that no one else can give us. And He can help us and give us everything that will make us happy again."
A sudden gleam of joy came into Heidi's eyes. "May I tell Him everything, everything?"
"Yes, everything, Heidi, everything." Heidi drew her hand away, which the grandmother was holding affectionately between her own, and said quickly, "May I go?"
"Yes, of course," was the answer, and Heidi ran out of the room into her own, and sitting herself on a stool, folded her hands together and told God about everything that was making her so sad and unhappy, and begged Him earnestly to help her and to let her go home to her grandfather.

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我抬起头，双眼紧盯着孙策的身形，左手握紧缰绳，双腿一夹马腹，俯身做出前冲的姿态，随后，藏在胁下的短戟猛得拔出，我的右手此时已蓄满劲道，在全力一掷下，短戟顿如一支张弓离弦的利箭向孙策而去。
　　短戟划过尖锐的破空声，夹杂着强烈的劲风疾射向孙策的面门，事起突然，孙策眼前只觉得劲风扑面，寒光摇动，要想再举枪格挡已是不及，遂急中生智一个后仰侧身，戟尖快速的从他的左耳根处插过，削落几缕发丝。
　　“你不是太史慈？”借着寒光的反射，孙策已然看清我的脸庞。
　　“殄寇将军可还记得神亭岭上一无名小卒乎！”未等孙策在马上坐稳，我早就擒矟在手，奋起一矟直刺孙策胸膛，此时两马已是跑到马头相对，那孙策端是好生了得，一拧身躯，闪过长矟的急刺，遂后用臂膀夹住矟身，用力一扯，试图要把我生生从马上拉下来。
　　同时，孙策的枪也已抬起，横扫我的腰腹软胁。
　　霸王枪终于出鞘！
　　这一次它的对手是我——高宠。既然无法抵御，那我何不就以身相祭。
　　我冷笑一声，毫不理会孙策的枪招，果断的弃矟拔刀，全力一刀劈下。

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马其诺防线可不是什么废物防线，工事南起地中海沿岸、北至北海之滨的法比边境，漫长的防线完成了建造时所期望它的价值，因为从始至终都没有一名德国士兵在正面逾越过它，比起法国的马其诺防线，日本人建造的“东方马其诺防线”伪满国境要塞群那才叫一个不值一提，从1919年关东军占据东北以来就开始修筑所谓的“东方马其诺”伪满国境要塞群，惨淡经营了20余年。。。可是苏军用了不到十天就挺进东北腹地400-800公里，从东面挺进200-300公里，从北面挺进200-300公里。。。，所以我认为伪满国境要塞群才是二战中最废物的工程。马其诺防线的目的是保卫整个法国，出于这个目的，法国才投入巨量的人力、物力修建马其诺防线，并且挤占了很多原本用于更新装备，研制武器的资源。从马其诺防线的任务和它的实际效果比较，马其诺防线确实是条废物，因为它没有做到它应该做到的事情。说到荷兰和比利时，搞笑的是在修建马其诺防线时他们都宣布中立，结果导致马其诺防线实际是条半截子工程。

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ad on no Cloaths, but a Seaman's Wastcoat, a pair of open knee'd Linnen Drawers, and a blew Linnen Shirt; but nothing to direct me so much as to guess what Nation he was of: He had nothing in his Pocket, but two Pieces of Eight, and a Tobacco Pipe; the last was to me of ten times more value than the first.
It was now calm, and I had a great mind to venture out in my Boat, to this Wreck; not
did not altogether press me so much, as the Possibility that there might be yet some living Creature on board, whose Life I might not only save, but might by saving that Life, comfort my own to the last Degree; and this Thought clung so to my Heart, that I could not be quiet, Night or Day, but I must venture out in my Boat on board this Wreck; and committing the rest to God's Providence, I thought the Impression was so strong upon my Mind, that it could not be resisted, that it must come from some invisible Direction, and that I should be wanting to my self if I did not go.

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I confess this Side of the Country was much pleasanter than mine, but yet I had not the least Inclination to remove; for as I was fix'd in my Habitation, it became natural to me, and I seem'd all the while I was here, to be as it were upon a Journey, and from Home: However, I travell'd along the Shore of the Sea, towards the East, I suppose about twelve Miles; and the setting up a great Pole upon the Shore for a Mark, I concluded I would go Home again; and that the next Journey I took should be on the other Side of the Island, East from my Dwelling, and so round till I came to my Post again: Of which in its Place.
I took another Way to come back than that I went, thinking I could easily keep all the Island so much in my View, that I could not miss finding my first Dwelling by viewing the Country; but I found my self mistaken; for being come about two or three Miles, I found my self descended into a very large Valley; but so surrounded with Hills, and those Hills cover'd with Wood, that I could not see which was my Way by any Direction but that of the Sun, nor even then, unless I knew very well the Position of the Sun at that Time of the Day.
It happen'd to my farther Misfortune, That the Weather prov'd hazey for three or four Days, while was in this Valley; and not being able to see the Sun, I wander'd about very uncomfortably, and at last was oblig'd to find out the Sea Side, look for my Post, and come back the same Way I went; and then by easy Journies I turn'd Homeward, the Weather being exceeding hot, and my Gun, Ammunition, Hatchet, and other Things very heavy.

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that ever I heard; I was a little suppriz'd that I had not hit him on the Head; however I took up the second Piece immediately, and tho' he began to move off fir'd again, and shot him into the Head, and had the Pleasure to see him drop, and make but little Noise, but lay struggling for Life, Then Xury took Heart, and would have me let him go on Shoar: Well, go said I, so the Boy jump'd into the Water, and taking a little Gin in one Hand swam to Shoar with the other Hand, and coming close to the Creature, put the Muzzle of the Piece to his Ear, and shot him into the Head again which dispatch'd him quite.
This was Game indeed to us, but this was no Food, and I was very sorry to lose three Charges of Powder and Shot upon a Creature that was good for nothing to us. However Xury said he would have some of him; so he comes on board, and ask'd me to give him the Hatchet; for what, Xury, said I? Me cut off his Head, said he. However Xury could not cut off his Head, but he cut off a Foot and brought it with him, and it was a monstrous great one.

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Mr Heathcliff paused and wiped his forehead; his hair clung to it, wet with perspiration; his eyes were fixed on the red embers of the fire, the brows not contracted, but raised next the temples; diminishing the grim aspect of his countenance, but imparting a peculiar look of trouble, and a painful appearance of mental tension towards one absorbing subject. He only half addressed me, and I maintained silence. I didn't like to hear him talk! After a short period he resumed his meditation on the picture, took it down and leant it against the sofa to contemplate it at better advantage; and while so occupied Catherine entered, announcing that she was ready, when her pony should be saddled.
`Send that over tomorrow,' said Heathcliff to me; then turning to her, he added--`You may do without your pony: it is a fine evening, and you'll need no ponies at Wuthering Heights; for what journeys you take, your own feet will serve you. Come
Goodbye, Ellen!' whispered my dear little mistress. As she kissed me, her lips felt like ice. `Come and see me, Ellen; don't forget.'
`Take care you do no such thing, Mrs Dean!' said her new father. `When I wish to speak to you I'll come here. I want none of your prying at my house!'
He signed her to precede him; and casting back a look that cut my heart, she obeyed. I watched them from the window, walk down the garden. Heathcliff fixed Catherine's arm under his: though she disputed the act at first evidently; and with rapid strides he hurried her into the alley, whose trees concealed them.

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he lights flitting to and fro, and the opening and shutting of the outer doors, that all was not right within. I wished, yet feared, to find him. I felt the terrible news must be told, and I longed to get it over; but how to do it, I did not know. He was there--at least a few yards farther in the park; leant against an old ash tree, his hat off, and his hair soaked with the dew that had gathered on the budded branches, and fell pattering round him. He had been standing a long time in that position, for I saw a pair of ousels passing and repassing scarcely three feet from him, busy in building their nest, and regarding his proximity no more than that of a piece of timber. They flew off at my approach, and he raised his eyes and spoke--
`She's dead!' he said; `I've not waited for you to learn that. Put your handkerchief away--don't snivel before me. Damn you all! she wants none of your tears!'
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others; and when I first looked into his face, I perceived that he had got intelligence of the catastrophe; and a foolish notion struck me that his heart was quelled and he prayed, because his lips moved and his gaze was bent on the ground.
`Yes, she's dead!' I answered, checking my sobs and drying my cheeks. `Gone to heaven, I hope; where we may, everyone, join her, if we take due warning and leave our evil ways to follow good!'
`Did she take due warning,then?' asked Heathcliff, attempting a sneer. `Did she die like a saint? Come, give me a true history of the event. How did--'

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Oh, I'll turn the talk on my landlord's family!' I thought to myself. `A good subject to start--and that pretty girl-widow, I should like to know her history: whether she be a native of the country, or, as is more probable, an exotic that the surly indigenae will not recognize for kin.' With this intention I asked Mrs Dean why Heathcliff let Thrushcross Grange, and preferred living in a situation and residence so much inferior. `Is he not rich enough to keep the estate in good order?' I inquired.
`Rich, sir!' she returned. `He has, nobody knows what money, and every year it increases. Yes, yes, he's rich enough to live in a finer house than this: but he's very near--close-handed; and, if he had meant to flit to Thrushcross Grange, as soon as he heard of a good tenant he could not have borne to miss the chance of getting a few hundreds more. It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!'
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`And, that young lady, Mrs Heathcliff, is his widow?'
`Yes.
`Where did she come from originally?'
`Why, sir, she is my late master's daughter: Catherine Linton was her maiden name. I nursed her, poor thing! I did wish Mr Heathcliff would remove here, and then we might have been together again.'
`What! Catherine Linton?' I exclaimed, astonished. But a minute's reflection convinced me it was not my ghostly Catherine.
`Then,' I continued, `my predecessor's name was Linton?'

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coolly put into practice his plans- go through the wedding ceremony?
Can I receive from him the bridal ring, endure all the forms of love
(which I doubt not he would scrupulously observe) and know that the
spirit was quite absent? Can I bear the consciousness that every
endearment he bestows is a sacrifice made on principle? No: such a
martyrdom would be monstrous. I will never undergo it. As his
sister, I might accompany him- not as his wife: I will tell him so.'
I looked towards the knoll: there he lay, still as a prostrate
column; his face turned to me: his eye beaming watchful and keen. He
started to his feet and approached me.
'I am ready to go to India, if I may go free.'
'Your answer requires a commentary,' he said; 'it is not clear.'
'You have hitherto been my adopted brother- I, your adopted sister:
let us continue as such: you and I had better not marry.'
He shook his head. 'Adopted fraternity will not do in this case. If
you were my real sister it would be different: I should take you,
and seek no wife. But as it is, either our union must be consecrated
and sealed by marriage, or it cannot exist: practical obstacles oppose
themselves to any other plan. Do you not see it, Jane? Consider a
moment- your strong sense will guide you.'

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absurd. I only begged permission to sit down a moment, as I was tired.
Disappointed in the expectation of a customer, she coolly acceded to
my request. She pointed to a seat; I sank into it. I felt sorely urged
to weep; but conscious how unseasonable such a manifestation would be,
I restrained it. Soon I asked her 'if there were any dressmaker or
plain-workwoman in the village?'
'Yes; two or three. Quite as many as there was employment for.'
I reflected. I was driven to the point now. I was brought face to
face with Necessity. I stood in the position of one without a
'Did she know of any place in the neighbourhood where a servant was
wanted?'
'Nay; she couldn't say.'
'What was the chief trade in this place? What did most of the
people do?'
'Some were farm labourers; a good deal worked at Mr. Oliver's
needle-factory, and at the foundry.'
'Did Mr. Oliver employ women?'
'Nay; it was men's work.'
'And what do the women do?'

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within, filling trunks, emptying drawers, burning papers, and
holding no communication with any one. She wished me to look after the
house, to see callers, and answer notes of condolence.
One morning she told me I was at liberty. 'And,' she added, 'I am
obliged to you for your valuable services and discreet conduct!
There is some difference between living with such an one as you and
with Georgiana: you perform your own part in life and burden no one.
To-morrow,' she continued, 'I set out for the Continent. I shall
take up my abode in a religious house near Lisle- a nunnery you
myself for a time to the examination of the Roman Catholic dogmas, and
to a careful study of the workings of their system: if I find it to
be, as I half suspect it is, the one best calculated to ensure the
doing of all things decently and in order, I shall embrace the
tenets of Rome and probably take the veil.'
I neither expressed surprise at this resolution nor attempted to
dissuade her from it. 'The vocation will fit you to a hair,' I
thought: 'much good may it do you!'
When we parted, she said: 'Good-bye, cousin Jane Eyre; I wish you
well: you have some sense.'

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when Celine did not expect me, I found her out; but it was a warm
night, and I was tired with strolling through Paris, so I sat down
in her boudoir; happy to breathe the air consecrated so lately by
her presence. No,- I exaggerate; I never thought there was any
consecrating virtue about her: it was rather a sort of pastille
perfume she had left; a scent of musk and amber, than an odour of
sanctity. I was just beginning to stifle with the fumes of
conservatory flowers and sprinkled essences, when I bethought myself
to open the window and step out on to the balcony. It was moonlight
and gaslight besides, and very still and serene. The balcony was
furnished with a chair or two; I sat down, and took out a cigar,- I
will take one now, if you will excuse me.'
Here ensued a pause, filled up by the producing and lighting of a
cigar; having placed it to his lips and breathed a trail of Havannah
incense on the freezing and sunless air, he went on-
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While I paced softly on, the last sound I expected to hear in so
still a region, a laugh, struck my ear. It was a curious laugh;
distinct, formal, mirthless. I stopped: the sound ceased, only for
an instant; it began again, louder: for at first, though distinct,
it was very low. It passed off in a clamorous peal that seemed to wake
an echo in every lonely chamber; though it originated but in one,
and I could have pointed out the door whence the accents issued.
great stairs. 'Did you hear that loud laugh? Who is it?'
'Some of the servants, very likely,' she answered: 'perhaps Grace
Poole.'
'Did you hear it?' I again inquired.
'Yes, plainly: I often hear her: she sews in one of these rooms.
Sometimes Leah is with her; they are frequently noisy together.'
The laugh was repeated in its low, syllabic tone, and terminated in
an odd murmur.

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you'd rather not.'
'I'll kiss you and welcome: bend your head down.' Bessie stooped;
we mutually embraced, and I followed her into the house quite
comforted. That afternoon lapsed in peace and harmony; and in the
evening Bessie told me some of her most enchaining stories, and san
FIVE o'clock had hardly struck on the morning of the 19th of
January, when Bessie brought a candle into my closet and found me
already up and nearly dressed. I had risen half an hour before her
entrance, and had washed my face, and put on my clothes by the light
of a half-moon just setting, whose rays streamed through the narrow
window near my crib. I was to leave Gateshead that day by a coach
which passed the lodge gates at six A.M. Bessie was the only person
yet risen; she had lit a fire in the nursery, where she now

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文丽忽然火起来，声音提高了，说:干吗老跟着我呀？你回自己的家吧，也不是小孩了！
　　文丽这么一喊，小夏的自行车“啪”的一声倒地了。文丽吓了一跳，还没等缓过神来，小夏上前，一把抱住文丽，文丽开始时连挣扎都忘了。文丽试着推开小夏，推了两下，小夏也就松开了，松开手的小夏并不看文丽，文丽也不好意思看小夏，小夏扶起自行车，跟着文丽往前走。
　　两人就这么一言不发，一起走着，路灯下两人阴影拖得很长。到楼梯口了，文丽停下，偏过头，轻声说:回家吧。
　　小夏点点头，骗腿跨上了自行车。
　　而佟志领着大宝从楼梯口出来，一下看到了，佟志愣了愣，看着小夏，说:噢！是小夏啊！
　　小夏机械地说:佟工，文老师，我回去了！小夏骑上自行车骑远了。
　　文丽一句话不说，往家里走。佟志走几步回头看着黑暗处。大宝问:妈！你怎么跟他在一起啊？

文丽说:碰上了呗，他送我回家。
　　进了家门，在灯光下，佟志看一眼文丽那红晕未褪的脸，说:跟小伙子诉苦了？眼圈红红的，哭了？我说你要找诉苦对象也别找个小孩子啊，怎么也得找个大庄那样知疼解意的老爷们儿嘛。
　　文丽说:怎么着，嫉妒了？我还就喜欢跟年轻人来往，瞧大庄那号糟老头子就闹心，你看着不顺眼吧，那不结了，我就要你看着不顺眼！文丽说完趾高气扬开始铺床，又说:就兴你找成吉思汗吗？不见天抓心搔肺想着吗?
　　佟志一听这话就歇菜了……
　　佟志并没忘记这件事，在车间里抓住大庄，说:你说文丽怎么跟小夏搞在一起了，怎么回事儿啊？

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文丽拨拉一下燕妮的脑袋，说:那梨酸得能掉牙，你不喜欢吃才给妹妹吃，这么自私跟谁学的？
　　这一拨拉，燕妮不干了，哭着喊:爸爸，妈妈又打我。
　　文丽说:别老拿爸爸当挡箭牌啊，爸爸没下班呢，没人向着你！
　　燕妮不敢哭了，却掉头瞪着南方……
　　工厂操场边上有条水沟，好多孩子放学了喜欢在那个区域玩。燕妮和几个孩子跑到这里玩，南方像条尾巴似的跟姐姐来到这里，见姐姐又在玩，就在一边羡慕地看着。燕妮玩了一会儿，似乎想起了妹妹，跑过来问南方:南方，我们要去那边放风筝。你去吗？

　燕妮拉着南方就往操场边那条水沟跑。水沟的另一边，一群孩子拽着风筝在放。燕妮拽着嘎嘎笑的南方猛跑到水沟边时，燕妮却突然撒开手，自己踩着石头跳过河去了，不管南方了。南方带着惯性往前冲，年纪小平衡保持不住，跳不上石头，一下子栽到水沟里了。
　　燕妮跑过水沟回头看，想了想才害怕了，才喊叫救命。几名工人跑来，跳下去，抱起南方，赶紧往医务室跑……
　　文丽得到消息赶紧去了
医院，南方在发高烧，在昏睡。文丽守在女儿床边，突然听到南方在梦话里叫妈妈！她抓住女儿滚烫的小手，流下泪来……
　　庄嫂坐在床上发愣。大庄过来上了床，在庄嫂身边躺下，看着庄嫂问:干吗呢？发什么愣？吃饱了撑的？
　　庄嫂说:我去医院了，看那三个闺女心里这叫一个窝心哪，你说小燕妮真够坏的，怎么那么对妹妹啊！

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佟志笑着说:妈，找老婆又不是找厨子。
　　佟母说:姚爱伦嘴巴也甜得很啊，声音也温柔，特别会做人，把你爸爸姐姐姐夫都哄得特别高兴。你这个文丽，说她一句，嘴巴噘那么高，能拴一头驴子。
　　佟志听得不耐烦，说:得！妈！我先走了，我上班去了。
　　佟母追着喊:中午回来吃饭啊！
　　文丽听佟志走了，也起来了，饭也没吃，就去上班了。在走出门时，就愣了，看到佟母在拖楼道走廊，整条走廊像被水洗过，湿漉漉的。佟母仍在勤奋地擦着地板，这头拖到那头，那头拖回来，不停地忙碌。庄嫂看了直感叹，还说：大妈，你可真勤快，这走廊有一年没人收拾了，你一来跟过节一样。佟母却说，你们北方人就是不太爱干净，北京风沙
文丽想一想对佟母说:妈，明天礼拜天，我们一起去我妈家看看吧，我妈听说你来了，直说要我陪你家里去呢。
　　佟母一听不乐意了，说:我认不得路。
　　文丽说:我陪你去呀。
　　佟母皱着眉头说:我坐不得汽车，晕车。
　　文丽讨好说:那就坐三轮。
　　佟母说:那得好多钱。
　　文丽赶紧说:我出钱。
　　佟母说:你的钱不也是大志的钱吗？大方啥子。
　　文丽郁闷了，想一想，就不再说什么，出门去了。
　　下班后，文丽没回家，直接去了娘家，把佟母来的事和家里人说了