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原来是这样，雷看向自己的新同伴，只见他们之中有很多人都在颤抖着，看来新连长给他们带来的恐怖影响太大了。雷大声回道：“对不起，我这就带他们出去洗漱，连长！”，说完，雷向众人摆了一下手，那些新兵们自觉地端着脸盆拿着洗漱用具向门外冲了去，雷也趁机跟在他们身后跑了出去，谁也不敢和这位连长在一起多呆一秒钟（天知道他又会找你什么麻烦呢。）。
　　因为洗漱的水只有一茶缸，所以你一定要学会怎么合理运用这些水。首先你要把茶缸里的水倒出一半在脸盆里面，这一半水你要用来洗脸和手，然后你用剩下的半茶缸水来刷牙，最后要把刷牙水和洗脸水倒在一起用来洗脚，在新兵的日子里面，雷和他的同伴们每天都是这么做的。当做没有发生过一样，接着道：“刚才我说过了，不准浪费一滴水，用过的水要倒入这口大缸里面。”说着，连长指了指左边那口大缸，接着连长大声叫道：“这口缸里的水是用来洗衣服和打扫卫生时用的，但也不是你想什么时候用就什么时候用，每次使用都必须经过批准才行，衣服要一个月洗一次，所以你们最好

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motion. We had been so long upon the moving, rocking sea that the stable land was a shock to us. We expected the beach to lift up this way and that, and the rocky walls to swing back and forth like the sides of a ship; and when we braced ourselves automatically for these various expected movements, their non-occurrence quite overcame our equilibrium. ¡¡¡¡'I really must sit down,' Maud said, with a nervous laugh and a dizzy gesture, and forthwith she sat down on the sand. ¡¡¡¡I attended to making the boat secure and joined her. Thus we landed on Endeavor Island, as we called it, land-sick from long custom of the sea. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡I had unloaded the boat and carried its contents high up on the beach, where I had set about making a camp. There was driftwood, though not much, on the beach, and the sight of a coffee-tin I had taken from the Ghost's larder had given me the idea of a fire. ¡¡¡¡'Blithering idiot!' I was continuing.

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'Will you get a tourniquet, Mr. Van Weyden?' Wolf Larsen called to me. ¡¡¡¡I hesitated. Her lips moved, and though they formed no words, she commanded me with her eyes, plainly as speech, to go to the help of the unfortunate man. 'Please,' she managed to whisper, and I could but obey. ¡¡¡¡By now I had developed such skill at surgery that Wolf Larsen, beyond several words of advice, left me to my task with a couple of sailors for assistants. For his task he elected a vengeance on the shark. ¡¡¡¡A heavy swivel-hook, baited with fat salt pork, was dropped overside; and by the time I had compressed the severed veins and arteries the sailors were singing and heaving in the offending monster. I did not see it myself, but my assistants, first one and then the other, deserted me for a few moments to run amidships and look at

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'Will you get a tourniquet, Mr. Van Weyden?' Wolf Larsen called to me. ¡¡¡¡I hesitated. Her lips moved, and though they formed no words, she commanded me with her eyes, plainly as speech, to go to the help of the unfortunate man. 'Please,' she managed to whisper, and I could but obey. ¡¡¡¡By now I had developed such skill at surgery that Wolf Larsen, beyond several words of advice, left me to my task with a couple of sailors for assistants. For his task he elected a vengeance on the shark. ¡¡¡¡A heavy swivel-hook, baited with fat salt pork, was dropped overside; and by the time I had compressed the severed veins and arteries the sailors were singing and heaving in the offending monster. I did not see it myself, but my assistants, first one and then the other, deserted me for a few moments to run amidships and look at

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Two hours of terrible work followed, in which all hands of us- two hunters, three sailors, Wolf Larsen, and I- reefed, first one and then the other, the jib and mainsail. Hove to under this short canvas, our decks were comparatively free of water, while the Ghost bobbed and ducked among the combers like a cork. ¡¡¡¡I had burst open the ends of my fingers at the very first, and during the reefing I had worked with tears of pain running down my cheeks. And when all was done, I gave up like a woman and rolled. upon the deck in the agony of exhaustion. ¡¡¡¡In the meantime, Thomas Mugridge, like a drowned rat, was being dragged out from under the forecastle head, where he had cravenly ensconced himself. I saw him pulled aft to the cabin, and noted with a shock of surprise that the galley had disappeared. A clean space of deck showed where it had stood. ¡¡¡¡In the cabin I found all hands assembled, sailors as well, and while coffee was being cooked over the small stove we drank whiskey and crunched hardtack. Never in my life had food been so welcome, and never had hot coffee tasted so good. So violently did the Ghost pitch and toss and tumble that it was impossible for even the

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you. What was wrong? Did you lack ambition? Did you fall under temptation? What was the matter? What was the matter?' ¡¡¡¡He had lifted his eyes to me at the beginning of my outburst and followed me complacently until I had done and stood before him breathless and dismayed. He waited a moment, as though seeing where to begin, and then said: ¡¡¡¡'Hump, do you know the parable of the sower who went forth to sow? If you will remember, some of the seed fell upon stony places, where there was not much earth, and forthwith they sprung up because they had no deepness of earth. And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root they withered away. And some fell among thorns, and the thorns sprung up and choked them.' ¡¡¡¡'Well?' I said. ¡¡¡¡'Well?' he queried half petulantly. 'It was not well. I was one of those seeds.' ¡¡¡¡He dropped his head to the scale and resumed the copying. I finished my work, and had opened the door to leave, when he spoke to me.

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The vessels came together before I could follow his advice. We must have been struck squarely amidships, for I saw nothing, the strange steamboat having passed beyond my line of vision. The Martinez heeled over sharply, and there was a crashing and rending of timber. I was thrown flat on the wet deck, and before I could scramble to my feet I heard the screams of the women. This it was, I am certain,- the most indescribable of bloodcurdling sounds,- that threw me into a panic. I remembered the life-preservers stored in the cabin, but was met at the door and swept backward by a wild rush of men and women. What happened in the next few minutes I do not recollect, though I have a clear remembrance of pulling down life-preservers from the overhead racks while the red-faced man fastened them about the bodies of an hysterical group of women. This memory is as distinct and sharp as that of any picture I have seen. It is a picture, and I can see it now- the jagged

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with which I have thrown in my lot, but quite an exception among the Established clergy, the younger of whom are gradually attenuating the true doctrines by their sophistries, till they are but the shadow of what they were. I only differ from him on the question of Church and State - the interpretation of the text, "Come out from among them and be ye separate, saith the Lord" - that's all. He is one who, I firmly believe, has been the humble means of saving more souls in this country than any other man you can name. You have heard of him?' ¡¡¡¡`I have,' she said. ¡¡¡¡`He came to Trantridge two or three years ago to preach on behalf of some missionary society, and I, wretched fellow that I was, insulted him when, in his disinterestedness, he tried to reason with me and show me the way. He did not resent my conduct, he simply said that some day I should receive the first-fruits of the Spirit - that those who came to scoff sometimes remained to pray. There was a strange magic in his words. They sank into my mind. But the loss of my mother hit me

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¡¡¡¡The swift stream raced and gyrated under them, tossing, distorting, and splitting the moon's reflected face. Spots of froth travelled past, and intercepted weeds waved behind the piles. If they could both fall together into the current now, their arms would be so tightly clasped together that they could not be saved; they would go out of the world almost painlessly, and there would be no more reproach to her, or to him for marrying her. His last half-hour with her would have been a loving one, while if they lived till he awoke his daytime aversion would return, and this hour would remain to be contemplated only as a transient dream. ¡¡¡¡The impulse stirred in her, yet she dared not indulge it, to make a movement that would have precipitated them both into the gulf. How she valued her own life had been proved; but his - she had no right to tamper with it. He reached the other side with her in safety.

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They walked later on Sundays, when it was quite dark. Some of the dairy-people, who were also out of doors on the first Sunday evening after their engagement, heard her impulsive speeches, ecstasized to fragments, though they were too far off to hear the words discoursed; noted the spasmodic catch in her remarks, broken into syllables by the leapings of her heart, as she walked leaning on his arm; her contented pauses, the occasional little laugh upon which her soul seemed to ride - the laugh of a woman in company with the man she loves and has won from all other women - unlike anything else in nature. They marked the buoyancy of her tread, like the skim of a bird which has not quite alighted. ¡¡¡¡Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her - doubt, fear, moodiness, care, shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light, but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.

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He leapt up lightly, arranged the reins, and was gone between the tall red-berried hedges. ¡¡¡¡Tess did not look after him, but slowly wound along the crooked lane. It was still early, and though the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet. There was not a human soul near. Sad October and her sadder self seemed the only two existences haunting that lane. ¡¡¡¡As she walked, however, some footsteps approached behind her, the footsteps of a man; and owing to the briskness of his advance he was close at her heels and had said `Good morning' before she had been long aware of his propinquity. He appeared to be an artisan of some sort, and carried a tin pot of red paint in his hand. He asked in a business-like manner if he should take her basket, which she permitted him to do, walking beside him. ¡¡¡¡`It is early to be astir this Sabbath morn!' he said cheerfully. ¡¡¡¡`Yes,' said Tess. ¡¡¡¡`When most people are at rest from their week's work.'

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¡¡¡¡Mrs d'Urberville slept in a large four-post bedstead hung with heavy damask curtains, and the bullfinches occupied the same apartment, where they flitted about freely at certain hours, and made little white spots on the furniture and upholstery. Once while Tess was at the window where the cages were ranged, giving her lesson as usual, she thought she heard a rustling behind the bed. The old lady was not present, and turning round the girl had an impression that the toes of a pair of boots were visible below the fringe of the curtains. Thereupon her whistling became so disjointed that the listener, if such there were, must have discovered her suspicion of his presence. She searched the curtains every morning after that, but never found anybody within them. Alec d'Urberville had evidently thought better of his freak to terrify her by an ambush of that

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The chap took a risk, whoever he was," said Father. "The whole place might have beenpoisoned."
　　"It's absurd,"said Lady Sedgwick sharply. "Utterlyabsurd! I never heard of anything so crude."
　　Chief-Inspector Davy made a slight gesture with hishand. "Please," he said, then hewent on to Elvira: "Now I find that very interesting, MissBlake. And you still didn't tell the Contessa?"
　　"Oh no, we didn't. She'd have made a terrible fuss."
　　"What did you do with the chocolates?"
　　"We threw them away," saidElvira. "They were lovely chocolates," she added, with a tone of slight grief.
　　"You didn't try andfind out who sent them?"
　　Elvira looked embarrassed.
　　"Well, you see, I thought it might have beenGuido."
　　"Yes?" saidChief-Inspector Davy, cheerfully. "And who is Guido?"

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in on them. He looked to Chewbacca for support. But, growling menacingly, Chewbacca conveyed that he knew who was incommand now. "Okay, okay," Lando quietly acquiesced. With all the grace and speed for which the Millennium Falcon was famed, theship banked through the clouds and turned back toward the city. And, as thefreighter continued on what could become a suicide run, the three pursuing TIEfighters matched its turn. Luke Skywalker was unaware of the Millennium Falcon's approach. Barelyconscious, he somehow maintained his hold on the creaking and swaying weathervane. The device bent under the weight of his body, then completely broke off fromits foundation, and sent Luke tumbling helplessly through the sky. And this time, heknew, there would be nothing for him to cling to as he fell. "Look!" Lando exclaimed, indicating a figure plunging in the distance."Someone's falling…"