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They laid themselves down to sleep again, and then the tailor threw a stone down on the second.
"What is the meaning of this?" cried the other. "Why are you pelting me?"
"I am not pelting you," answered the first, growling.
They disputed about it for a time, but as they were weary they let the matter rest, and their eyes closed once more. The little tailor began his game again, picked out the biggest stone, and threw it with all his might on the breast of the first giant.
"That is too bad!" cried he, and sprang up like a madman, and pushed his companion against the tree until it shook. The other paid him back in the same coin, and they got into such a rage that they tore up trees and belabored each other so long, that at last they both fell down dead on the ground at the same time. Then the little tailor leapt down.

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seventy miles up the Yukon, swung to the left into the Stewart River, passed the Mayo and the McQueston, and held on until the Stewart itself became a streamlet, threading the upstanding peaks which marked the backbone of the continent.
John Thornton asked little of man or nature. He was unafraid of the wild. With a handful of salt and a rifle he could plunge into the wilderness and fare wherever he pleased and as long as he pleased. Being in no haste, Indian fashion, he hunted his dinner in the course of the day’s travel; and if he failed to find it, like the Indian, he kept on travelling, secure in the knowledge that sooner or later he would come to it. So, on this great journey into the East, straight meat was the bill of fare, ammuntion and tools principally made up the load on the sled, and the time-card was drawn upon the limitless future.
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此时击远、无畏、致远三舰已经游离于清朝海军本队之外，而面对的是日本联合舰队本队第一群的松岛，桥立，以及高达十艘巡洋舰的日本联合舰队本队第二群。第一游击队已经将清朝舰队的其他舰只牵制到了远处。
　　吨位的对比是2.6万吨对1万吨，火炮对比是649对249，看起来联合舰队是想形成局部优势，先吃掉清朝的这支游击队。双方处于一种奇妙的平衡，无论哪方先消灭掉对方的游击队，哪方就将取得最后的胜利。
　　击远号内，赵刚满意地看到致远号挂起了“本舰无恙，可以参加战斗”的旗语，转过头来命令道：
　　“游击队采用舰首对敌姿态，集中攻击敌舰队旗舰‘松岛号’”
　　“是”
　　温舰长急忙将赵刚的命令布置下去。三艘舰艇迅速的将舰身转了过来，走z字型躲避敌人的炮弹。这样一来，三舰被命中的机率大大降低了。
　　赵刚松了一口气，转头问温舰长：“我舰情况如何？”
　　已经自动降为大副的温舰长看了一下情况通报，回答道：
　　“前甲板中弹两处，造成大火，现在已经控制住了，其他击中装甲堡的炮弹都没有击穿装甲堡，左舷有24门75mm速射炮损坏，其中6门可以替换新炮，剩余18门为不可修复，全舰死亡23人，受伤66人，主炮完好无损。”

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I guessed that this was probably the Miss Rose who had left Mrs Ascherthe small legacy which had enabled her to start in business. The third photograph was a very old one，now faded and yellow.Itrepresented a young man and woman in somewhat old-fashioned clothes standingarm in arm.The man had a button-hole and there was an air of bygonefestivity about the whole pose. "Probably a wedding picture，"said Poirot.
"Regard，Hastings，did I not tell you that she had been a beautifulwoman?" He was right.Disfigured by old-fashioned hairdressing and weird clothes，there was no disguising the handsomeness of the girl in the picture with herclear-cut features and spirited bearing.I looked closely at the second

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The Place I was in, was a most delightful Cavity, or Grotto, of its kind, as could be expected, though perfectly dark; the Floor was dry and level, and had a sort of small lose Gravel upon it, so that there was no nauseous or venemous Creature to be seen, neither was there any damp, or wet, on the Sides or Roof: The only Difficulty in it was the Entrance, which however as it was a Place of Security, and such a Retreat as I wanted, I thought that was a Convenience; so that I was really rejoyc'd at the Discovery, and resolv'd without any Delay, to bring some of those Things which I was most anxious about, to this Place; particularly, I resolv'd to bring hither my Magazine of Powder, and all my spare Arms, viz. Two Fowling-Pieces, for I had three in all; and three Muskets, for of them I had eight in all; so I kept at my Castle only five, which stood ready mounted like Pieces of Cannon, on my out-most Fence; and were ready also to take out upon any Expedition.
Upon this Occasion of removing my Ammunition, I took occasion to open the Barrel of Powder which I took up out of the Sea, and which had been wet; and I found that the Water had penetrated about three or four Inches into the Powder, on every Side, which caking and growing hard, had preserv'd the inside like a Kernel in a Shell; so that I had near sixty Pound of very good Powder in the Center of the Cask, and this was an agreeable Discovery to me at that Time; so I carry'd all away thither, never keeping above two or three Pound of Powder with me in my Castle, for fear of a Surprize of any kind: I also carry'd thither all the Lead I had Belt for Bullets.

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I searched for the Cassava Root, which the Indians in all that climate make their Bread of, but I could find I saw large Plants of Alloes, but did not then understand them. I saw several Sugar Canes, but wild, and for Cultivation, imperfect. I contented my self with these Discoveries for this Time, and came back musing with myself what Course I might take to know the Vertue and Goodness of any of the Fruits or Plants which I should discover; but could bring it to no Conclusion; for in short, I had made so little Observation while I wad in the Brasils, that I knew little of the Plants in the Field, at least very little that might serve me to any Purpose now
The next Day, the 16th, I went up the same Way again, and after going something farther than I had gone the Day before, I found the Brook, and the Savana's began to cease, and the Country became more woody than before; in this Part I found different Fruits, and particularly I found Mellons upon the Ground in great Abundance, and Grapes upon the Trees; the Vines had spread indeed over the Trees, and the Clusters of Grapes were just now in their Prime, very ripe and rich: This was a surprising Discovery, and I was exceeding glad of them; but I was warn'd by my Experience to eat sparingly of them, remembring, that when I was ashore in Barbary, the eating of Grapes kill'd several of our English Men who were Slaves there, by throwing them into Fluxes and Feavers: But I found an excellent Use for these Grapes, and that was to cure or dry them in the Sun, and keep them as dry'd Grapes or Raisins are kept, which I thought would be, as indeed they were, as wholesom as agreeable to eat, when no Grapes might be to be had.

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much Canvas as our Yards would spread, or our Masts carry, to have got clear; but finding the Pirate gain'd upon us, and would certainly come up with us in a few Hours, we prepar'd to fight; our Ship having 12 Guns, and the Rogue 18. About three in the Afternoon he came up with us, and bringing to by Mistake, just athwart our Quarter, instead of athwart our Stern, as he intended, we brought 8 of our Guns to bear on that Side, and pour'd in a Broadside upon him, which made him sheer off again, after returning our Fire, and pouring in also his small Shot from near 200 Men which he had on Board. However, we had not a Man touch'd, all our Men keeping close. He prepar'd to attack us again, and we to defend our selves; but laying us on Board the next time upon our other Quarter, he entred 60 Men upon our Decks, who immediately fell to cutting and hacking the Decks and Rigging. We ply'd them with Small-shot, Half-Pikes, Powder-Chests, and such like, and clear'd our Deck of them twice. However, to cut short this melancholly Part of our Story, our Ship being disabled, and three of our Men kill'd, and eight wounded, we were obliged to yield,
The Usage I had there was not so dreadful as at first I apprehended, nor was I carried up the Country to the Emperor's Court, as the rest of our Men were, but was kept by the Captain of the Rover, as his proper Prize, and made is Slave, being young and nimble, and fit for his Business. At this surprising Change of my Circumstances from a Merchant to a miserable Slave, I was perfectly overwhelmed; and now I look'd back upon my Father's prophetick Disourse to me, that I should be miserable, and have none to relieve me, which I thought was now so effectually brought pass, that it could not be worse; that now the Hand of Heaven had overtaken me, and I was undone without Redemption. But alas! this was but a Taste of the Misery I was to go thro', as will appear in the Sequel of this Story.

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no; sit you down, my good mistress,' she replied, `you're right sickly yet. He's not dead: Doctor Kenneth thinks he may last another day. I met him on the road and asked.'
Instead of sitting down, I snatched my outdoor things, and hastened below, for the way was free. On entering the house, I looked about for someone to give information of Catherine. The place was filled with sunshine, and the door stood wide open; but nobody seemed at hand. As I hesitated whether to go off at once, or return and seek my mistress, a slight cough drew my attention to the hearth. Linton lay on the settle, sole tenant, sucking a stick of sugar-candy, and pursuing my movements with apathetic eyes. `Where is Miss Catherine?' I demanded sternly, supposing I could frighten him into giving intelligence, by catching him thus, alone. He sucked on like an innocent.
`Is she gone?' I said.
No,' he replied; `she's upstairs: she's not to go; we won't let her.'
`You won't let her, little idiot!' I exclaimed. `Direct me to her room immediately, or I'll make you sing out sharply.'
`Papa would make you sing out, if you attempted to get there,' he answered. `He says I'm not to be soft with Catherine: she's my wife, and it's shameful that she should wish to leave me. He says, she hates me and wants me to die, that she may have my money; but she shan't have it: and she shan't go home! She never shall!--she may cry, and be sick as much as she

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Put that down!' he interrupted, perceiving my intention to depart. `You are not going yet. Come here now, Nelly: I must either persuade or compel you to aid me in fulfilling my determination to see Catherine, and that without delay. I swear that I meditate no harm: I don't desire to cause any disturbance, or to exasperate or insult Mr Linton; I only wish to hear from herself how she is, and why she has been ill; and to ask if anything that I could do would be of use to her. Last night, I was in the Grange garden six hours, and I'll return there tonight; and every night I'll haunt the place, and every day, till I find an opportunity of entering. If Edgar Linton meets me, I shall not hesitate to knock him down, and give him enough to insure his quiescence while I stay. If his servants oppose me, I shall threaten them off with these pistols. But wouldn't it be better to prevent my coming in contact with them, or their master? And you could do it so easily. I'd warn you when I came, and then you might let me in unobserved, as soon as she was alone, and watch till I departed, your conscience quite calm: you would be hindering mischief.'
I protested against playing that treacherous part in my employer's house: and, besides, I urged the cruelty and selfishness of his destroying Mrs Linton's tranquillity for his satisfaction. `The commonest occurrence startles her painfully,' I said. `She's all nerves, and she couldn't bear the surprise, I'm positive. Don't persist, sir! or else, I shall be obliged to inform my master of your designs; and he'll take measures to secure his house and its inmates from any such unwarrantable intrusions!'
`In that case, I'll take measures to secure you, woman!' exclaimed Heathcliff; `you shall not leave Wuthering Heights till tomorrow morning. It is a foolish story to assert that Catherine could not bear to see me; and as to surprising her, I don't desire it: you must prepare her ask her if I may come. You say she never mentions my name, and that I am never mentioned to her. To whom should she mention me if I am a forbidden topic in the house? She thinks you are all spies for her husband.

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***I suppose Catherine fulfilled her project, for the next sentence took up another subject: she waxed lachrymose.
`How little did I dream that Hindley would ever make me cry so!' she wrote. `My head aches, till I cannot keep it on the pillow; and still I can't give over. Poor Heathcliff! Hindley calls him a vagabond, and won't let him sit with us, nor eat with us any more; and, he says, he and I must not play together, and threatens to turn him out of the house if we break his orders. He has been blaming our father (how dared he?) for treating H. too liberally; and swears he will reduce him to his right place--'
began to nod drowsily over the dim page: my eye wandered from manuscript to print, I saw a red ornamented title--`Seventy Times Seven, and the First of the Seventy-First. A Pious Discourse delivered by the Reverend Jabes Branderham, in the Chapel of Gimmerden Sough.' And while I was, half consciously, worrying my brain to guess what Jabes Branderham would make of his subject, I sank back in bed, and fell asleep. Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper! what else could it be that made me pass such a terrible night? I don't remember another that I can at all compare with it since I was capable of suffering.
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As for me, I daily wished more to please him; but to do so, I
felt daily more and more that I must disown half my nature, stifle
half my faculties, wrest my tastes from their original bent, force
myself to the adoption of pursuits for which I had no natural
vocation. He wanted to train me to an elevation I could never reach;
it racked me hourly to aspire to the standard he uplifted. The thing
was as impossible as to mould my irregular features to his correct and
classic pattern, to give to my changeable green eyes the sea-blue tint
and solemn lustre of his own.
Not his ascendancy alone, however, held me in thrall at present. Of
late it had been easy enough for me to look sad: a cankering evil
sat in my heart and drained my happiness at its source- the evil of
suspense.
Perhaps you think I had forgotten Mr. Rochester, reader, amidst
these changes of place and fortune. Not for a moment. His idea was
still with me, because it was not a vapour sunshine could disperse,
nor a sand-traced effigy storms could wash away; it was a name
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yet night, but July nights are short: soon after midnight, dawn comes.
'It cannot be too early to commence the task I have to fulfil,'
thought I. I rose: I was dressed; for I had taken off nothing but my
shoes. I knew where to find in my drawers some linen, a locket, a
ring. In seeking these articles, I encountered the beads of a pearl
necklace Mr. Rochester had forced me to accept a few days ago. I
left that; it was not mine: it was the visionary bride's who had
melted in air. The other articles I made up in a parcel; my purse,
containing twenty shillings (it was all I had), I put in my pocket:
I tied on my straw bonnet, pinned my shawl, took the parcel and my
slippers, which I would not put on yet, and stole from my room.
'Farewell, kind Mrs. Fairfax!' I whispered, as I glided past her
door. 'Farewell, my darling Adele! I said, as I glanced towards the
nursery. No thought could be admitted of entering to embrace her. I
had to deceive a fine ear: for aught I knew it might now be listening.
I would have got past Mr. Rochester's chamber without a pause;
but my heart momentarily stopping its beat at that threshold, my
foot was forced to stop also. No sleep was there: the inmate was

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gem, a rising and solitary star: soon it would boast the moon; but she
was yet beneath the horizon.
I walked a while on the pavement; but a subtle, well-known scent-
that of a cigar- stole from some window; I saw the library casement
open a hand-breadth; I knew I might be watched thence; so I went apart
into the orchard. No nook in the grounds more sheltered and more
Eden-like; it was full of trees, it bloomed with flowers: a very
high wall shut it out from the court, on one side; on the other, a
beech avenue screened it from the lawn. At the bottom was a sunk
fence; its sole separation from lonely fields: a winding walk,
bordered with laurels and terminating in a giant horse-chestnut,
circled at the base by a seat, led down to the fence. Here one could
wander unseen. While such honey-dew fell, such silence reigned, such
gloaming gathered, I felt as if I could haunt such shade for ever; but
in threading the flower and fruit parterres at the upper part of the
enclosure, enticed there by the light the now rising moon cast on this
more open quarter, my step is stayed-not by sound, not by sight, but
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mind that; I saw it was his way. So happy, so gratified did I become
with this new interest added to life, that I ceased to pine after
kindred: my thin crescent-destiny seemed to enlarge; the blanks of
existence were filled up; my bodily health improved; I gathered
flesh and strength.
And was Mr. Rochester now ugly in my eyes? No, reader: gratitude,
and many associations, all pleasurable and genial, made his face the

could not, for he brought them frequently before me. He was proud,
sardonic, harsh to inferiority of every description: in my secret soul
I knew that his great kindness to me was balanced by unjust severity
to many others. He was moody, too; unaccountably so; I more than once,
when sent for to read to him, found him sitting in his library
alone, with his head bent on his folded arms; and, when he looked
up, a morose, almost a malignant, scowl blackened his features. But
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bright: I could see him plainly. His figure was enveloped in a
riding cloak, fur collared and steel clasped; its details were not
apparent, but I traced the general points of middle height and
considerable breadth of chest. He had a dark face, with stern features
and a heavy brow; his eyes and gathered eyebrows looked ireful and
thwarted just now; he was past youth, but had not reached
middle-age; perhaps he might be thirty-five. I felt no fear of him,
and but little shyness. Had he been a handsome, heroic-looking young
gentleman, I should not have dared to stand thus questioning him
against his will, and offering my services unasked. I had hardly
ever seen a handsome youth; never in my life spoken to one. I had a
theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry,
fascination; but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine
shape, I should have known instinctively that they neither had nor
could have sympathy with anything in me, and should have shunned
them as one would fire, lightning, or anything else that is bright but
antipathetic.

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'Can I do anything?' I asked again.
'You must just stand on one side,' he answered as he rose, first to
his knees, and then to his feet. I did; whereupon began a heaving,
stamping, clattering process, accompanied by a barking and baying
which removed me effectually some yards' distance; but I would not
be driven quite away till I saw the event. This was finally fortunate;
the horse was re-established, and the dog was silenced with a 'Down,
Pilot!' The traveller now, stooping, felt his foot and leg, as trying whether they were sound; apparently something ailed them, for
he halted to the stile whence I had just risen, and sat down.
I was in the mood for being useful, or at least officious, I think,
for I now drew near him again.
'If you are hurt, and want help, sir, I can fetch some one either
from Thornfield Hall or from Hay.'
'Thank you: I shall do: I have no broken bones,- only a sprain;'
and again he stood up and tried his foot, but the result extorted an
involuntary 'Ugh!'
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sole consolation they had. Miss Miller was now the only teacher in the
room: a group of great girls standing about her spoke with serious and
sullen gestures. I heard the name of Mr. Brocklehurst pronounced by
some lips; at which Miss Miller shook her head disapprovingly; but she
made no great effort to check the general wrath; doubtless she
shared in it.

'Silence! To your seats!'
Discipline prevailed: in five minutes the confused throng was
resolved into order, and comparative silence quelled the Babel clamour
of tongues. The upper teachers now punctually resumed their posts: but
still, all seemed to wait. Ranged on benches down the sides of the
room, the eighty girls sat motionless and erect; a quaint assemblage
they appeared, all with plain locks combed from their faces, not a
curl visible; in brown dresses, made high and surrounded by a narrow
tucker about the throat, with little pockets of holland (shaped
something like a Highlander's purse) tied in front of their frocks

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刘母看着文丽，说:强子要去当兵了。前天晚上，燕妮过二十岁生日，两人商量好啦，把这事儿定下来，强子这才走得踏实嘛。
　　文丽问:前天晚上燕妮在你家过了夜？
　　刘母说:可不是嘛！燕妮经常在我家住啊，要不我怎么说咱得赶紧把这事儿定下来。这孩子都这么大了，这街里街坊的也老问什么时候办事……
　　文丽努力镇定着，说:对不起，这事我一点也不清楚，我得找燕妮谈谈，了解一下情况。文丽说着起身，一副送客的架式。
　　刘母跟着起身，一脸巴结地笑，说:我还当你心里早就有数呢，要不怎么放心让闺女跟我们家住啊。也没啥，俩孩子
文丽忍耐着，一句话也不说，只是用眼睛表达送客之意。刘母装傻，一边往外走一边唠叨着:那这么着，你忙着，过两天啊，我再找你。这可是大事，我家强子秃小子怕什么呀，你闺女可耽误不得。
　　文丽紧闭嘴忍耐着，她看着刘母离开办公室，立刻去工厂车间找了佟志说了这事，然后就要去找燕妮。
　　佟志说:孩子这么大了你不能当小孩管！
　　文丽说:再不管她出了大娄子丢人现眼你负责啊？
　　佟志说:小点声，这是厂里！
　　佟志拽着文丽回了家，屁股接着就顶上了门，文丽转脸就要嚷嚷，佟志赶紧捂上文丽的嘴，拽着她到床头坐下。
　　文丽说:干吗你？

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佟志出来赶紧说:妈，文丽没有恶意的。
　　佟母说:还没有恶意，连话都不让我说，我不说四川话，说啥子话嘛！
　　文丽忍无可忍了，说:妈，我可是一直盼着你来，南方、燕妮、多多都盼着你来，我们一大家人在一起好好过日子。可你不能太由着你的性子来，你知道南方为扳这个话受多大罪啊。到现在还有同学学她说话，笑话她呢！
　　佟母说:这么说她从小不会说普通话是我的错喽？佟母还要往下说，佟志急了，喝一声:妈！
　　文丽已经脸色惨白了。南方呆呆地看看奶奶，再看看妈妈。佟母不说话了，往自己房间走。南方跟着过去。佟志看
　庄嫂说:家里烧了点回锅肉，寻思大妈来了，送点尝尝，都多少年没见了，身子骨还硬朗吧？大妈呢？你别动，我来看你。
　　庄嫂把菜放桌上，自己往佟母房间走。佟母房间门开着，两人对话的声音听得清楚，佟母和庄嫂说话用的是川普话，虽然蹩脚，但能听懂。
　　庄嫂说:哎呀大妈，这都多少年没见了，有十年了吧，佟子结婚头二年你来的吧？你怎么一点变化也没有啊！也没胖，头发也没见白。你瞅着我都胖一圈了，头发都白老些了。四川人皮肤就是好，不显老！
　　佟母说:你真是会说话。坐吧，孩子还好吧？
　　南方也用普通话说:奶奶，高姨家狗子哥可调皮了。
　　佟母说:男孩子调皮一点是正常的。女孩子就不能那样啦。南方上学

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常发跑到母猪龙的大门外，双手叉腰，对着警卫大喊：“告诉母猪龙，就说他哥哥王七蛋来了！”
　　警卫向母猪龙报告了常发的事情，母猪龙奇怪地问着：“王七蛋？”
　　警卫答：“是的！是他亲口说是团座的哥哥王七蛋！”
　　“混蛋！”母猪龙反应过来了，一巴掌打在警卫的脸上，“他是王七蛋，那老子是什么？”
　　齐刷刷的两排枪同时举起，枪口对准了刚刚进门的常发。
　　常发笑着走在枪林中，像是检阅仪仗队：“免礼免礼，都是自己兄弟，用不着这么客气！这位兄弟，你的枪怎么连保
　母猪龙连连拱手地从屋里出来：“常爷，什么风把你吹来了？”
　　常发也笑：“母猪龙就是母猪龙，连迎接客人的方法也和别人不一样，知道的是我老常来了，不知道的，还以为小鬼子兵临城下了！哈哈……”
　　母猪龙喝道：“退下，都给我退下！就凭你们这几杆破枪，也敢和常爷叫板？常爷，兄弟们不懂规矩，还请你多多担待！”
　　一个卫兵端上了两杯茶，准备退去，被常发喝住了。“等等！母猪龙，老子从来不喝水，有酒吗？”