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突然间，远处传来了一阵如同巨兽咆哮般的吼叫声，低沉的声音由远而近，室内的空气仿佛也为之在颤抖，“侨立”舰水平发射的1颗340mm毫米口径的大倍径穿甲弹以雷霆万钧之势击穿了“击远”舰左舷中部的装甲堡，射入舰内。紧接着是一声雷鸣般的爆炸声，碎片、硝烟、被炸碎的肢体……，“击远”舰的内部成了恐怖的地狱。“击远”舰的军官餐厅受损严重，室内一片狼藉，海军大军医、少军医、护理员等19人当场炸死。轮机室被弹片击中，动力立刻由1万7千马力降为7500马力。速度也降为15节。大部分速射炮被剧烈的冲击损坏。唯一幸运的是，司令塔安然无恙，而且前面的两联装250mm火炮还能使用，不过由于传动装置轻微变形，只能在舰首方向正负30度射击。后面的两联装250mm火炮自动供弹系统出现故障，暂时无法使用。
　　还没等联合舰队的士兵欢呼，在众目睽睽之下，侨立号竟然开始慢慢倾斜，就像放映幻灯一样，缓慢而坚定的倾覆在水中。（日后调查，侨立的倾覆是因为三景舰采用最为法制舰特色的舰壳内倾（“桥立”的中段尤为明显）。因为这三舰仅各得主炮一门，又不是中央炮台式的舰只，没有利用舰壳内倾去把主炮横伸出舷边以求可以直射的必要，所以采此法是为了减低舰壳上段的重量，助增速度，和增加外海航行的平稳。然而得不偿失，转向时会令舰身极度倾斜。桥立就是在转向时导致倾覆的，当然，这也和桥立舰刚下水就参战，没有训练接收时间有关，一般的巡洋舰都需要一年以上的训练时间才具备战斗力。）

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Both Mr. Lorry and Defarge were rather disinclined to this course, and in favour of one of them remaining. But, as there were not only carriage and horses to be seen to, but travelling papers; and as time pressed, for the day was drawing to an end, it came at last to their hastily dividing the business that was necessary to be done, and hurrying away to do it. ¡¡¡¡Then, as the darkness closed in, the daughter laid her head down on the hard ground close at the father's side, and watched him. The darkness deepened and deepened, and they both lay quiet,
until a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Lorry and Monsieur Defarge had made all ready for the journey, and had brought with them, besides travelling cloaks and wrappers, bread and meat, wine, and hot coffee. Monsieur Defarge put this provender, and the lamp he carried, on the shoemaker's bench (there was nothing else in the garret but a pallet bed), and he and Mr. Lorry roused the captive, and assisted him to his feet.

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nd drew a line with her pencil down the middle of my nose; but I couldn't dine off that, though it was very agreeable. ¡¡¡¡'Don't you think, my dear,' said I, 'it would be better for you to remonstrate with Mary Anne?' ¡¡¡¡'Oh no, please! I couldn't, Doady!' said Dora. ¡¡¡¡'Why not, my love?' I gently asked. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, because I am such a little goose,' said Dora, 'and she knows I am!' ¡¡¡¡I thought this sentiment so incompatible with the establishment of any system of check on Mary Anne,
that I frowned a little. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, what ugly wrinkles in my bad boy's forehead!' said Dora, and still being on my knee, she traced them with her pencil; putting it to her rosy lips to make it mark blacker, and working at my forehead with a quaint little mockery of being industrious, that quite delighted me in spite of myself. ¡¡¡¡'There's a good child,' said Dora, 'it makes its face so much prettier to laugh.' 'But, my love,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'No, no! please!' cried Dora, with a kiss, 'don't be a naughty Blue Beard! Don't be serious!'

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question that I knew of in the world, and only Dora could give the answer to it. I passed three days in a luxury of wretchedness, torturing myself by putting every conceivable variety of discouraging construction on all that ever had taken place between Dora and me. At last, arrayed for the purpose at a vast expense, I went to Miss Mills's, fraught with a declaration.
¡¡How many times I went up and down the street, and round the square - painfully aware of being a much better answer to the old riddle than the original one - before I could persuade myself to go up the steps and knock, is no matter now. Even when, at last, I had knocked, and was waiting at the door, I had some flurried thought of asking if that were Mr. Blackboy's (in imitation of poor Barkis), begging pardon, and retreating. But I kept my ground. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Mills was not at home. I did not expect he would be. Nobody wanted HIM. Miss Mills was at home. Miss Mills would do.

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own feelings!' But, in the end, a compromise was effected; and Mrs. Crupp consented to achieve this feat, on condition that I dined from home for a fortnight afterwards. ¡¡¡¡And here I may remark, that what I underwent from Mrs. Crupp, in consequence of the tyranny she established over me, was dreadful. I never was so much afraid of anyone. We made a compromise of everything. If I hesitated, she was taken with that wonderful disorder which was always lying in ambush in her system, ready, at the shortest notice, to prey upon her vitals.
If I rang the bell impatiently, after half-a-dozen unavailing modest pulls, and she appeared at last - which was not by any means to be relied upon - she would appear with a reproachful aspect, sink breathless on a chair near the door, lay her hand upon her nankeen bosom, and become so ill, that I was glad, at any sacrifice of brandy or anything else, to get rid of her. If I objected to having my bed made at five o'clock in the afternoon - which I do still

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I was now recover'd from my Surprize, and began to look round me, when I found the Cave was but very small, that is to say, it might be about twelve Foot over, but in no manner of Shape, either round or square, no Hands having ever been employ'd in making it, but those of meer Nature: I observ'd also, that there was a Place at the farther Side of it, that went in farther, but was so low, that it requir'd me to creep upon my Hands and Knees to go into it, and whither I went I knew not; so having no Candle, I gave it over for some Time; but resolv'd to come again the next Day, provided with Candles, and a Tinder-box, which I had made of the Lock of one of the Muskets, with some wild-fire in the Pan.
Accordingly the next Day, I came provided with six large Candles of my own making; for I made very good Candles now of Goat's Tallow; and going into this low Place, I was oblig'd to creep upon all Fours, as I have said, almost ten Yards; which by the way

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I had been now in this unhappy Island above 10 Months, all Possibility of Deliverance from this Condition, seem'd to be entirely taken from me; and I firmly believed, that no humane Shape had ever set Foot upon that Place: Having now secur'd my Habitation, as I thought, fully to my Mind, I had a great Desire to make a more perfect Discovery of the Island, and to see what other Productions I might find, which I yet knew nothing of.
It was the 15th of July that I began to take a more particular Survey of the Island it self: I went up the Creek first, where, as I hinted, I brought my Rafts on Shore; I found after I came about two Miles up, that the Tide did not flow any higher, and that it was no more than a little Brook of running Water, and very fresh and good; but this being the dry Season, there was hardly any Water in some Parts of it, at
On the Bank of this Brook I found many pleasant Savana's, or Meadows; plain, smooth, and cover'd with Grass; and on the rising Parts of them next to the higher Grounds, where the Water, as it might be supposed, never overflow'd I found a great deal of Tobacco, green, and growing to great and very strong Stalk; there were divers other Plants which I had no Notion of, or Understanding about, and might perhaps have Vertues of their own, which I could find out.

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This was the only Voyage which I may say was successful in all my Adventures, and which I owe to the Integrity and Honesty of my Friend the Captain, under whom also I got a competent Knowledge of the Mathematicks and the Rules of Navigation, learn'd how to keep an Account of the Ship's Course, take an Observation; and in short, to understand some things that were needful to be understood by a Sailor: For, as he took Delight to introduce me, I took Delight to learn; and, in a word, this Voyage made me both a Sailor and a Merchant: for I brought Home L. 5. 9 Ounces of Gold Dust for my Adventure, which yielded me in London at my Return, almost 300 l. and this fill'd me with those aspiring Thoughts which have since so compleated my Ruin.et even in this Voyage I had my Misfortunes too; particularly, that I was continually sick, being thrown into a violent Calenture by the excessive Heat of the Climate; our principal Trading being upon the Coast, from the Latitude of 15 Degrees, North even to the Line it self.
I was now set up for a Guiney Trader; and my Friend, to my great Misfortune, dying soon after his Arrival, I resolved to go the same Voyage again, and I embark'd in the same Vessel with one who was his Mate in the former Voyage, and had now got the Command of the Ship. This was the unhappiest Voyage that ever Man made; for tho' I did not carry quite 100 l. of my new gain'd Wealth, so that I had 200 left, and which I lodg'd with my Friend's Widow, who was very just to me, yet I fell into terrible Misfortunes in this Voyage; and the first was this, viz. Our Ship making her Course towards the Canary Islands, or rather between those Islands and the

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On the fifth morning, or rather afternoon, a different step approached--lighter and shorter; and, this time, the person entered the room. It was Zillah; donned in her scarlet shawl, with a black silk bonnet on her head, and a willow basket swung to her arm.
`Eh, dear! Mrs Dean!' she exclaimed. `Well! there is a talk about you at Gimmerton. I never thought but you were sunk in the Blackhorse marsh, and missy with you, till master told me you'd been found, and he'd lodged you here! What! and you must have got on an island, sure? And how long were you in the hole? Did master save you, Mrs Dean? But you're not so thin--you've not been so poorly, have you?'
`Your master is a true scoundrel!' I replied. `But he shall answer for it. He
`What do you mean?' asked zillah. `It's not his tale: they tell that in the village--about your being lost in the marsh: and I calls to Earnshaw, when I come in--"Eh, they's queer things, Mr Hareton, happened since I went off. It's a sad pity of that likely young lass, and cant Nelly Dean.'' He stared. I thought he had not heard aught, so I told him the rumour. The master listened, and he just smiled to himself, and said, ``If they have been in the marsh, they are out now, Zillah. Nelly Dean is lodged, at this minute, in your room. You can tell her to flit, when you go up; here is the key. The bog water got into her head, and she would have run home quite flighty; but I fixed her till she came round to her senses. You can bid her go to the Grange at once, if she be able, and carry a message from me, that her young lady will follow in time to attend the squire's funeral."'
`Mr Edgar is not dead?' I gasped. `Oh! Zillah, Zillah!

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`Mr Heathcliff,' said I, `this is the talk of a madman, and your wife, most likely, is convinced you are mad; and, for that reason, she has borne with you hitherto: but now that you say she may go, she'll doubtless avail herself of the permission. You are not so bewitched, ma'am, are you, as to remain with him of your own accord?'
`Take care, Ellen!' answered Isabella, her eyes sparkling irefully; there was no misdoubting by their expression the full success of her partner's endeavours to make himself detested. `Don't put faith in a single word he speaks. He's a lying fiend! a monster, and not a human being! I've been told I might leave him before; and I've made the attempt, but I dare not repeat it! Only, Ellen, promise you'll not mention a syllable of his infamous conversation to my brother or Catherine. Whatever he may pretend, he wishes to provoke Edgar to desperation: he says he has married me on purpose to obtain power over him; and he shan't obtain it--I'll die first! I just hope, I pray, that he may forget his diabolical prudence and kill me! The single pleasure I can imagine is to die or see him dead!'
`There--that will do for the present!' said Heathcliff. `If you are called upon in a court of law, you'll remember her language, Nelly! And take a good look at that countenance: she's near the point which would suit me. No; you're not fit to be your own guardian, Isabella, now; and I, being your legal protector, must detain you in my custody, however distasteful the obligation may be. Go upstairs; I have something to say to Ellen Dean in private. That's not the way: upstairs, I tell you! Why, this is the road upstairs, child!'
He seized, and thrust her from the room: and returned muttering:
`I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.'
`Do you understand what the word pity means?' I said, hastening to resume my bonnet. `Did you ever feel a touch of it in your life?'

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`"T' maister nobbut just buried, and Sabbath nut o'ered, und t' sahnd uh t' gospel still i' yer lugs, and yah darr be laiking! Shame on ye! sit ye dahn, ill childer! they's good books eneugh if ye'll read 'em! sit ye dahn, and think uh yer sowls!"
`Saying this, he compelled us so to square our positions that we might receive from the far-off fire a dull ray to show us the text of the lumber thrust upon us. I could not bear the employment. I took my dingy volume by the scroop, and hurled it into the dog kennel, vowing I hated a good book. Heathcliff kicked his to the same place. Then there was a hubbub!
`"Maister Hindley!" shouted our chaplain. "Maister, coom hither! Miss Cathy's riven th' back off `Th' Helmet uh Salvation, un' Heathcliff's pawsed his fit intuh t' first part uh `T' Brooad Way to Destruction!' It's fair flaysome ut yah let 'em goa on this gait. Ech! th' owd man ud uh laced 'em properly--but he's goan!"
`Hindley hurried up from his paradise on the hearth, and seizing one of us by the collar, and the other by the arm, hurled both into the back kitchen; where, Joseph asseverated, "owd Nick" would fetch us as sure as we were living: and, so comforted, we each sought a separate nook to await his advent. I reached this book, and a pot of ink from a shelf, and pushed the house door ajar to give me light, and I have got the time on with writing for twenty minutes; but my companion is impatient, and proposes that we should appropriate the dairywoman's cloak, and have a scamper on the moors, under its shelter. A pleasant suggestion--and then, if the surly old man come in, he may believe his prophecy verified--we cannot be damper, or colder, in the rain than we are here.'

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bidding him good-night, he kissed each of them, as was his custom;
and, as was equally his custom, he gave me his hand. Diana, who
chanced to be in a frolicsome humour (she was not painfully controlled
by his will; for hers, in another way, was as strong), exclaimed-
'St. John! you used to call Jane your third sister, but you don't
treat her as such: you should kiss her too.'
She pushed me towards him. I thought Diana very provoking, and felt
uncomfortably confused; and while I was thus thinking and feeling, St.
John bent his head; his Greek face was brought to a level with mine,
his eyes questioned my eyes piercingly- he kissed me. There are no
such things as marble kisses or ice kisses, or I should say my
ecclesiastical cousin's salute belonged to one of these classes; but
there may be experiment kisses, and his was an experiment kiss. When
given, he viewed me to learn the result; it was not striking: I am
sure I did not blush; perhaps I might have turned a little pale, for I
felt as if this kiss were a seal affixed to my fetters. He never
omitted the ceremony afterwards, and the gravity and quiescence with
which I underwent it, seemed to invest it for him with a certain

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That night I never thought to sleep; but a slumber fell on me as
soon as I lay down in bed. I was transported in thought to the
scenes of childhood: I dreamt I lay in the red-room at Gateshead; that
the night was dark, and my mind impressed with strange fears. The
light that long ago had struck me into syncope, recalled in this
vision, seemed glidingly to mount the wall, and tremblingly to pause
in the centre of the obscured ceiling. I lifted up my head to look:
the roof resolved to clouds, high and dim; the gleam was such as the
moon imparts to vapours she is about to sever. I watched her come-
watched with the strangest anticipation; as though some word of doom
were to be written on her disk. She broke forth as never moon yet
burst from cloud: a hand first penetrated the sable folds and waved
them away; then, not a moon, but a white human form shone in the
azure, inclining a glorious brow earthward. It gazed and gazed on
me. It spoke to my spirit: immeasurably distant was the tone, yet so
near, it whispered in my heart-
'My daughter, flee temptation.'
'Mother, I will.'
So I answered after I had waked from the trancelike dream. It was

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been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense: this new scent is
neither of shrub nor flower; it is- I know it well- it is Mr.
Rochester's cigar. I look round and I listen. I see trees laden with
ripening fruit. I hear a nightingale warbling in a wood half a mile
off; no moving form is visible, no coming step audible; but that
perfume increases: I must flee. I make for the wicket leading to the
shrubbery, and I see Mr. Rochester entering. I step aside into the ivy
recess; he will not stay long: he will soon return whence he came, and
if I sit still he will never see me.
But no- eventide is as pleasant to him as to me, and this antique
garden as attractive; and he strolls on, now lifting the
gooseberry-tree branches to look at the fruit, large as plums, with
which they are laden; now taking a ripe cherry from the wall; now
stooping towards a knot of flowers, either to inhale their fragrance
or to admire the dew-beads on their petals. A great moth goes
humming by me; it alights on a plant at Mr. Rochester's foot: he
sees it, and bends to examine it.
'Now, he has his back towards me,' thought I, 'and he is occupied
too; perhaps, if I walk softly, I can slip away unnoticed.'

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morality (I say former, for now he seemed corrected of them) had their
source in some cruel cross of fate. I believed he was naturally a
man of better tendencies, higher principles, and purer tastes than
such as circumstances had developed, education instilled, or destiny
encouraged. I thought there were excellent materials in him; though
for the present they hung together somewhat spoiled and tangled. I
cannot deny that I grieved for his grief, whatever that was, and would
have given much to assuage it.
Though I had now extinguished my candle and was laid down in bed, I
could not sleep for thinking of his look when he paused in the avenue,
and told how his destiny had risen up before him, and dared him to
be happy at Thornfield.
'Why not?' I asked myself. 'What alienates him from the house? Will
he leave it again soon? Mrs. Fairfax said he seldom stayed here longer
than a fortnight at a time; and he has now been resident eight
weeks. If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be
absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine

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If even this stranger had smiled and been good-humoured to me
when I addressed him; if he had put off my offer of assistance gaily
and with thanks, I should have gone on my way and not felt any
vocation to renew inquiries: but the frown, the roughness of the
traveller, set me at my ease: I retained my station when he waved to
me to go, and announced-
'I cannot think of leaving you, sir, at so late an hour, in this
solitary lane, till I see you are fit to mount your horse.'
He looked at me when I said this; he had hardly turned his eyes
in my direction before.'I should think you ought to be at home yourself,' said he, 'if you
have a home in this neighbourhood: where do you come from?'
'From just below; and I am not at all afraid of being out late when
it is moonlight: I will run over to Hay for you with pleasure, if
you wish it: indeed, I am going there to post a letter.'
'You live just below- do you mean at that house with the

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woollen stockings and country-made shoes, fastened with brass buckles.
Above twenty of those clad in this costume were full-grown girls, or
rather young women; it suited them ill, and gave an air of oddity even
to the prettiest.
I was still looking at them, and also at intervals examining the
teachers- none of whom precisely pleased me; for the stout one was a
little coarse, the dark one not a little fierce, the foreigner harsh
and 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; for there was a fire at
each end; she surveyed the two rows of girls silently and gravely.
Miss Miller, approaching, seemed to ask her a question, and having

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佟志问:那你管你想怎么着啊？
　　文丽瞪着眼睛说:不能再让她见那个小痞子！你跟我明天去趟刘强的单位，找那小痞子谈谈。
　　佟志说:还是我去吧，你就甭搀和了。
　　文丽说:这小痞子……
　　这几天，佟志总想燕妮的事，也找燕妮聊过，知道燕妮是爱上刘强了。这刘强的单位他就不好找了。而这天文丽也找燕妮谈过，结果母女俩大吵了一架，把燕妮吵得跑出家门了。这天下班晚了些，佟志回家时已经天黑了。佟志走在路上，不经意地在前边一棵树下看到一对青年男女搂在一起，那女孩在哭，听哭声却是燕妮。那男孩就是刘强了，他搂着燕妮在一个劲地安慰。
　佟志就走过来，猛地咳嗽一声。刘强惊了一下，赶紧回头，看见佟志，立刻松开手。燕妮转过头，满眼是泪，却瞪着佟志。
　　燕妮哭着说:还找我干吗，还想恶心我是不是？我以后再不回家了，你们没我这女儿了！
　　刘强赶紧说:哎哎哎，别瞎说呀！
　　佟志盯住刘强说:我们谈谈吧！
　　刘强吓住了，忘了点头，只是呆站着。
　　佟志对燕妮说:你先回家去，我跟刘强谈谈。
　　燕妮冷着脸说:谈什么，要谈一起谈，我可不能让你欺负刘强。我才不回家呢，看我妈那脸子，听她那话，恨不得我赶紧死了才高兴呢！

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庄嫂说:大妈，几年不见，你这普通话可见长进，说得比我这东北人都标准。
　　南方说:我奶奶在重庆的时候跟着中央广播电台学普通话哪，还教我呢。
　　佟志看一眼文丽。文丽不能没有表情，但不是好表情……
　　暂时的不愉快叫庄嫂给冲淡了，一家人吃了饭，就各自休息了。可是，在快天亮的时候，文丽被一阵声音弄醒了。文丽起来，出了房门就愣一下，原来佟母在用拖把拖地。文丽说:妈，你起这么早啊。这地不用这么早拖的，一会儿燕妮她们起床会踩脏的，等她们走了……
　　佟母用川普话打断文丽的话，说:所以我要起得早一点啊，就是等地板干了，孩子们踩上去才不会留下脚印子。
　　文丽说:妈，你说你腰也不好，别干这些事儿了，我和孩子们做就成了。
　　文丽和佟志搀着老太太进了自己的房间。佟母躺在床上。文丽说:我去叫辆车吧。
　　佟母说:不用啦，我就是高血压，刚才弯腰急了一点，吃点药就好，把那个药箱拿给我。
　　佟志赶紧拿药箱，文丽去倒水，佟母吃药。佟志抱怨:听大姐说医生叮嘱过你，不要太累，怎么你就不听劝呢？文丽也是，明明晓得妈有高血压心脏也不好，怎么能让妈做这些事嘛！
　　文丽闻此言瞪住佟志，佟志还想说什么，文丽转身就走了。
　　佟母吃完药，闭上眼睛，声音虚弱地说:怎么就什么也干不了呢？这不成老废物了？要看人脸色了！

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起身就走。“老子自己找地方喝酒去，别影响了你这位大团长！”
　　“上酒上酒！”母猪龙一边吩咐，一边把常发拽回椅子上，“兄弟也是为你着想，你是八路军嘛！”
　　“母猪龙，我老常早就不在八路那儿干了，想到你这儿找碗饭吃，你可千万不要不答应啊！”
　　“可我听说，你在八路军那儿干得很好嘛！”
　　“好个鬼！不能喝酒，不能睡女人，那我老常活着还有什么劲儿？母猪龙，我已经想好了，就在你这儿当个团长，你呢，就做我的副官……你可千万别推辞！”

谈那个女汉奸的事吧？”
　　“什么贵党不贵党，老常现在只代表自己，光杆司令一个！母猪龙，咱们是光棍对光棍，把话说在头里，你他妈的绑了老子的票，我今天是来赎人的！”
　　母猪龙诧然状：“绑票？我怎么敢绑常爷的票？”
　　“你把我的女人抓了，还不算绑票吗？”
　　“你的女人？”母猪龙故作惊讶状，“常爷，那个女汉奸是你的女人？”