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说罢，拍马便要出阵，我大惊，撕杀了近三个时辰，太史慈竟还有这般博杀的勇气，实非我所能及。只是如今孙策以逸待劳，我恐太史慈力有不敌，便拦道：“子义将军，今敌众我寡，非持勇之时，宜速避之，何能久战。”
　　太史慈见我回马与他并肩而战，敢情也是一个重情重义的热血男儿，心中也存下了敬重，这时听我言之在理，凛然道：“幸得少冲提醒，差一点中了孙策小儿激将之计。”
　　孙策那边周瑜、程普等人知太史慈之勇，这时见胜券在手，恐横生枝节，万一孙策与太史慈交战有失，又当如何是好，忙在一旁劝得孙策息了火气。
　　得了这片刻的喘息，我加紧时间调息了一下胸中翻涌不定的气血，方才一阵被程普震伤的内脏隐隐作痛，现在总算是稍稍恢复了些力气。待看周围，见孙策大军已四下相围，要突出重围实难上加难。
　　天近黄昏，只要再挨过一段时间，等天色完全黑下来，也许能够乘乱杀将出去，我暗忖道。
　　只是不知道孙策给不给我们这个机会。
　　时间在一点点的流逝。
　　孙策没有动。
　　我们则不能动。
　　北风吹动孙策军的旗帜，猎猎作响。我瞧着敌方“孙”字的帅旗，灵机一动，道：“子义将军，可曾听说摧其坚、夺其魁，可解其体之理。”

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十二月初二, 一队缅甸士兵突然来到永历住地，口称：“中国有 兵来近城，我国发兵由此抵敌，宜速移去。”说完，七手八脚把朱由榔连同座椅抬起就走，另外备轿供太后、皇后乘用，太子朱慈烺和其他随从一并起行。在缅兵押 送下陆行五里即抵河岸，戌时渡河，只听见对岸兵马往来，人声嘈杂，也不知道是谁家兵马。清军先锋噶喇昂邦担心永历帝室得知实情可能在渡河时投水自尽，事先 安排了不久前降清的铁骑前营武功伯王会到河边等候，永历座船抵岸时，他即上前拜见，自称奉晋王李定国之命特来迎驾。朱由榔还蒙在鼓里，对王会慰劳有加。直 到王会把永历一行人送入清军营中，朱由榔才发觉上当，愤慨不已，斥责王会的叛卖行径。王会内心有愧，无言而退。
　　 十二月初三,吴三桂往见永历帝,史料记载: 三桂送王及宫眷于公所。王南面坐，达旦。三桂标下旧官相继入见，或拜，或叩首而返。少顷，三桂进见，初甚倔傲，见王长揖。王问为谁？三桂噤不敢对。再问 之。遂伏地不能起。及问之数至，始称名应。王切责曰：‘汝非汉人乎？汝非大明臣子乎，何甘为汉奸叛国负君若此？汝自问汝之良心安在？’三桂缄口伏地若死 人。王卒曰：‘今亦已矣，我本北京人，欲还见十二陵而死，尔能任之乎？’对曰：‘某能任之。’王令之去，三桂伏不能起，左右扶之出，则色如死灰，汗浃背， 自后不复敢见。”我觉得这些记载有些

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not by equality of merit that you can be won. That is out of the question. It is he who sees and worships your merit the strongest, who loves you most devotedly, that has the best right to a return. There I build my confidence. By that right I do and will deserve you; and when once convinced that my attachment is what I declare it, I know you too well not to entertain the warmest hopes. Yes, dearest, sweetest Fanny. Nay" (seeing her draw back displeased),
"forgive me. Perhaps I have as yet no right; but by what other name can I call you? Do you suppose you are ever present to my imagination under any other? No, it is 'Fanny' that I think of all day, and dream of all night. You have given the name such reality of sweetness, that nothing else can now be descriptive of you."

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Fanny gave a quick negative, and tried to hide her interest in the subject by an eager attention to her brother, who was driving as hard a bargain, and imposing on her as much as he could; but Crawford pursued with "No, no, you must not part with the queen. You have bought her too dearly, and your brother does not offer half her value. No, no, sir, hands off, hands off. Your sister does not part with the queen. She is quite determined. The game will be yours," turning to her again; "it will certainly be yours." ¡¡¡¡ "And Fanny had much rather it were William's,
" said Edmund, smiling at her. "Poor Fanny! not allowed to cheat herself as she wishes!" ¡¡¡¡ "Mr. Bertram," said Miss Crawford, a few minutes afterwards, "you know Henry to be such a capital improver, that you cannot possibly engage in anything of the

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he simplicity of your taste; but, at any rate, I know you will be kind to my intentions, and consider it, as it really is, a token of the love of one of your oldest friends." ¡¡¡¡ And so saying, he was hurrying away, before Fanny, overpowered by a thousand feelings of pain and pleasure, could attempt to speak; but quickened by one sovereign wish, she then called out, "Oh! cousin, stop a moment, pray stop!" ¡
¡¡¡ He turned back. ¡¡¡¡ "I cannot attempt to thank you," she continued, in a very agitated manner; "thanks are out of the question. I feel much more than I can possibly express. Your goodness in thinking of me in such a way is beyond-- " If that is all you have to say, Fanny" smiling and turning away again. ¡¡¡¡ "No, no, it is not. I want to consult you."

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"Thank you; but there is no escaping these little vexations, Mary, live where we may; and when you are settled in town and I come to see you, I dare say I shall find you with yours, in spite of the nurseryman and the poulterer, perhaps on their very account. Their remoteness and unpunctuality, or their exorbitant charges and frauds, will be drawing forth bitter lamentations." ¡¡¡¡ "I mean to be too rich to lament or to feel anything of the sort. A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of. It certainly may secure all the myrtle and turkey part of it." ¡¡¡¡ "You intend to be very rich?" said Edmund, with a look which,
to Fanny's eye, had a great deal of serious meaning. ¡¡¡¡ "To be sure. Do not you? Do not we all?" ¡¡¡¡ "I cannot intend anything which it must be so completely beyond my power to command. Miss Crawford may chuse her degree of wealth. She has only to fix on her number of thousands a year, and there can be no doubt of their coming. My intentions are only not to be poor."

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hearing. It is impossible that your own observation can have given you much knowledge of the clergy. You can have been personally acquainted with very few of a set of men you condemn so conclusively. You are speaking what you have been told at your uncle's table." ¡¡¡¡ "I speak what appears to me the general opinion; and where an opinion is general, it is usually correct. Though _I_ have not seen much of the domestic lives of clergymen, it is seen by too many to leave any deficiency of information." ¡¡¡¡ "Where any one body of educated men, of whatever denomination, are condemned indiscriminately, there must
be a deficiency of information, or (smiling) of something else. Your uncle, and his brother admirals, perhaps knew little of clergymen beyond the chaplains whom, good or bad, they were always wishing away." ¡¡¡¡ "Poor William! He has met with great kindness from the chaplain of the Antwerp," was a tender apostrophe of Fanny's, very much to the purpose of her own feelings if not of the conversation.

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At another time, sir," he returned, evasively, "the present time is illconwenient for explainin'. What I stand to, is, that he knows well wot that there Cly was never in that there coffin. Let him say he was, in so much as a word of one syllable, and I'll either catch hold of his throat and choke him for half a guinea;" Mr. Cruncher dwelt upon this as quite a liberal offer; "or I'll out and announce him." ¡¡¡¡"Humph! I see one thing," said Carton.
"I hold another card, Mr. Barsad. Impossible, here in raging Paris, with Suspicion filling the air, for you to outlive denunciation, when you are in communication with another aristocratic spy of the same antecedents as yourself, who, moreover, has the mystery about him of having feigned death and come to life again! A plot in the prisons, of the foreigner against the Republic. A strong card- a certain Guillotine card! Do you play?"

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which were newly released from the dark obscurity of one of Mr. Lorry's pockets. They returned home to breakfast, and all went well, and in due course the golden hair that had mingled with the poor shoemaker's white locks in the Paris garret, were mingled with them again in the morning sunlight, on the threshold of the door at parting. ¡¡¡¡It was a hard parting, though it was not for long. But her father cheered her, and said at last, gently disengaging himself from her enfolding arms, "Take her, Charles! She is yours!" ¡¡¡
¡And her agitated hand waved to them from a chaise window, and she was gone. ¡¡¡¡The corner being out of the way of the idle and curious, and the preparations having been very simple and few, the Doctor, Mr. Lorry, and Miss Pross, were left quite alone. It was when they turned into the welcome shade of the cool old hall, that Mr. Lorry observed a great change to have come over the Doctor; as if the golden arm uplifted there, had struck him a poisoned blow.

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It is frightful, messieurs. How can the women and the children draw water! Who can gossip of an evening, under that shadow! Under it, have I said? When I left the village, Monday evening as the sun was going to bed, and looked back from the hill, the shadow struck across the church, across the mill, across the prison- seemed to strike across the earth,
messieurs, to where the sky rests upon it!" ¡¡¡¡The hungry man gnawed one of his fingers as he looked at the other three, and his finger quivered with the craving that was on him. ¡¡¡¡"That's all, messieurs. I left at sunset (as I had been warned to do), and I walked on, that night and half next day, until I met (as I was warned I should) this comrade. With him, I came on, now riding and now walking, through the rest of yesterday and through last night. And here you see me!"

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¡¡¡¡"I cannot undertake to say that he was." ¡¡¡¡"Does he resemble either of these two passengers?" ¡¡¡¡"Both were so wrapped up, and the night was so dark, and we were all so reserved, that I cannot undertake to say even that." ¡¡¡¡"Mr. Lorry, look again upon the prisoner. Supposing him wrapped up as those two passengers were, is there anything in his bulk and stature to render it unlikely that he was one of them?" ¡¡¡¡"No." ¡¡¡¡"You will not swear,
Mr. Lorry, that he was not one of them?" ¡¡¡¡"No." ¡¡¡¡"So at least you say he may have been one of them?" ¡¡¡¡"Yes. Except that I remember them both to have been- like myself -timorous of highwaymen, and the prisoner has not a timorous air." ¡¡¡¡"Did you ever see a counterfeit of timidity, Mr. Lorry?" ¡¡¡¡"I certainly have seen that."

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He drew his hand across his face, and with a half-suppressed sigh looked up from the fire. ¡¡¡¡'Is Martha with you yet?' I asked. ¡¡¡¡'Martha,' he replied, 'got married, Mas'r Davy, in the second year. A young man, a farm-labourer, as come by us on his way to market with his mas'r's drays - a journey of over five hundred mile, theer and back - made offers fur to take her fur his wife (wives is very scarce theer), and then to set up fur their two selves in the Bush. She spoke to me fur to tell him her trew story. I did.
They was married, and they live fower hundred mile away from any voices but their own and the singing birds.' ¡¡¡¡'Mrs. Gummidge?' I suggested. ¡¡¡¡It was a pleasant key to touch, for Mr. Peggotty suddenly burst into a roar of laughter, and rubbed his hands up and down his legs, as he had been accustomed to do when he enjoyed himself in the long-shipwrecked boat.

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became a prey to the keenest apprehensions. In particular, it was clear to me, that she thought Shakespeare a terrible fellow. The formation went on very slowly. ¡¡¡¡I pressed Traddles into the service without his knowledge; and whenever he came to see us, exploded my mines upon him for the edification of Dora at second hand. The amount of practical wisdom I bestowed upon Traddles in this manner was immense, and of the best quality; but it had no other effect upon Dora than to depress her spirits, and make her always nervous with the dread that it would be her turn next. I found myself in the condition of a schoolmaster, a trap,
a pitfall; of always playing spider to Dora's fly, and always pouncing out of my hole to her infinite disturbance. Still, looking forward through this intermediate stage, to the time when there should be a perfect sympathy between Dora and me, and when I should have 'formed her mind' to my entire satisfaction, I persevered, even for months. Finding at last, however, that, although I had been all this time a very porcupine or hedgehog, bristling all over with determination, I had effected nothing, it began to occur to me that perhaps Dora's mind was already formed.

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'Well! But my dearest life!' said I, 'you might be very happy, and yet be treated rationally.' ¡¡¡¡Dora gave me a reproachful look - the prettiest look! - and then began to sob, saying, if I didn't like her, why had I ever wanted so much to be engaged to her? And why didn't I go away, now, if I couldn't bear her? ¡¡¡¡What could I do, but kiss away her tears, and tell her how I doted on her, after that! ¡¡¡¡'I am sure I am very affectionate,' said Dora; 'you oughtn't to be cruel to me, Doady!' ¡¡¡¡'Cruel, my precious love! As if I would - or could - be cruel to you, for the world!' ¡¡¡¡'Then don't find fault with me,' said Dora, making a rosebud of her mouth;
'and I'll be good.' ¡¡¡¡I was charmed by her presently asking me, of her own accord, to give her that cookery-book I had once spoken of, and to show her how to keep accounts as I had once promised I would. I brought the volume with me on my next visit (I got it prettily bound, first, to make it look less dry and more inviting); and as we strolled about the Common, I showed her an old housekeeping-book of my aunt's, and gave her a set of tablets, and a pretty little pencil-case and box of leads, to practise housekeeping with.

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'You are probably aware, Mr. Copperfield, that I am not altogether destitute of worldly possessions, and that my daughter is my nearest and dearest relative?' ¡¡¡¡I hurriedly made him a reply to the effect, that I hoped the error into which I had been betrayed by the desperate nature of my love, did not induce him to think me mercenary too? ¡¡¡¡'I don't allude to the matter in that light,' said Mr. Spenlow. 'It would be better for yourself, and all of us, if you WERE mercenary, Mr. Copperfield - I mean, if you were more discreet and less influenced by all this youthful nonsense. No. I merely say, with quite another view, you are probably aware I have some property to bequeath to my child?' ¡
¡¡¡I certainly supposed so. ¡¡¡¡'And you can hardly think,' said Mr. Spenlow, 'having experience of what we see, in the Commons here, every day, of the various unaccountable and negligent proceedings of men, in respect of their testamentary arrangements - of all subjects, the one on which perhaps the strangest revelations of human inconsistency are to be met with - but that mine are made?'

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'Holloa!' said my aunt to Peggotty, who quailed before her awful presence. 'How are YOU?' ¡¡¡¡'You remember my aunt, Peggotty?' said I. ¡¡¡¡'For the love of goodness, child,' exclaimed my aunt, 'don't call the woman by that South Sea Island name! If she married and got rid of it, which was the best thing she could do, why don't you give her the benefit of the change? What's your name now, - P?' said my aunt, as a compromise for the obnoxious appellation. ¡¡¡¡'Barkis, ma'am,' said Peggotty, with a curtsey. ¡¡¡¡'Well! That's human,' said my aunt.
It sounds less as if you wanted a missionary. How d'ye do, Barkis? I hope you're well?' ¡¡¡¡Encouraged by these gracious words, and by my aunt's extending her hand, Barkis came forward, and took the hand, and curtseyed her acknowledgements. ¡¡¡¡'We are older than we were, I see,' said my aunt. 'We have only met each other once before, you know. A nice business we made of it then! Trot, my dear, another cup.' ¡¡¡¡I handed it dutifully to my aunt, who was in her usual inflexible state of figure; and ventured a remonstrance with her on the subject of her sitting on a box.

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'Exactly so!' said Mrs. Micawber, preserving the same logical air. 'Quite true, my dear Mr. Copperfield! I have made the identical observation to Mr. Micawber. It is for that reason especially, that I think Mr. Micawber ought (as I have already said, in justice to himself, in justice to his family, and in justice to society) to raise a certain sum of money - on a bill.' ¡¡¡¡Mr. Micawber, leaning back in his chair, trifled with his eye-glass and cast his eyes up at the ceiling; but I thought him observant of Traddles, too, who was looking at the fire. ¡¡¡¡'If no member of my family,'
possessed of sufficient natural feeling to negotiate that bill - I believe there is a better business-term to express what I mean -' ¡¡¡¡Mr. Micawber, with his eyes still cast up at the ceiling, suggested 'Discount.' ¡¡¡¡'To discount that bill,' said Mrs. Micawber, 'then my opinion is, that Mr. Micawber should go into the City, should take that bill into the Money Market, and should dispose of it for what he can get. If the individuals in the Money Market oblige Mr. Micawber to sustain a great sacrifice, that is between themselves and their

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“那你说派谁去？我是赤河市委书记，是这里最大的官了，只有我去才可以表示我们是有诚意的！退一步说，派别人去就不危险了吗？你的家是家，你的孩子是孩子，那别人的家就不是家，别人的孩子就不是孩子了？亏你还在延安学习过，还是个老共产党员，就这么点觉悟？”
　　“我只不过说了一句嘛，你干吗要扯那么多？我说过不让你去吗？从晋察冀到延安，又到赤河来，我什么时候拖过你的后腿？共产党怎么了？共产党也是人，我唠叨两句就不行了？”
　　“那好！”甄一然转着圈看着，找到一张自己的照片，往惠文面前一放：“你慢慢说，说个够！”起身向外走去。
　　深夜，甄一然独自做在一块石头上，轻轻揉着有些湿润的眼睛。忽然，一个酒葫芦出现在他的脸前，晃来晃去……甄一然一看就知道是谁，沉声道：“你干什么？”
喝两口吧，这玩意儿又驱寒，又壮胆！”
　　“壮胆？壮什么胆？壮谁的胆？”
　　常发索性坐在甄一然身边，像个平起平坐的哥们儿：“我看得出来，其实你的心里比谁都紧张！”
　　甄一然望着常发，像是在看一个不认识的人。
　　常发道：“刚才你和大姐在屋里吵架，我都听到了！你不想听她唠叨，就是因为你也很紧张，很……害怕……”