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　周泰的坐船并不比其它的船好上多少，唯一不同的是船舱中的那张木板床要大了一号，我现在正美美的躺在这张床上，享受着众多粗俗壮汉扶伺的美好感觉，当然，与以前在主人家见到的那些姣好身材听话可人的小丫鬟来，要差了好多。
　　我轰退周泰那些笨手笨脚的兄弟，解开早已被血水浸得发硬的布条，将污块用清凉的河水简单的擦洗了一下，虽然伤口很深，但这些都不很要紧，休养个一二天就能痊愈了，但是左胁处的疼痛却令我更为担心，如果胁骨折断的话，没有一二个月是好不了的。
　　“贤弟，都怪我出手太重——。”周泰在旁看着，急得直搓手。
　　我忍住痛，脸上挤出一点笑意，道：“这怎能怪得了兄长，若是兄长手下留情，你我又怎可能有股肱相交、同榻而眠之机会。”
　　周泰衷心道：“泰乃粗人，不识文墨，贤弟则不然，虽出身卑微，却能识大体、重礼节，假以时日，必能成就一番大事业。”
　　我问道：“兄长方在巢湖击破雷薄风光得紧，这次因何要率众南来？”

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向北虽然有浩浩奔流的长江，但如果能寻觅到船只的话，就可以顺利避开敌人的巡哨，除了投降外这是我现在唯一的生路。
　　要是能找到一条船就好了，我边想着边往河汊深处寻觅，失去缆绳束缚的船只会顺着水流漂走，驻扎在当利口的水军船只总数有百余艘，我应该能找到一条未及被孙策军缴获的战船。
　　这一路上，我不断的遇上与我有着同样想法的溃兵，他们有的是因为想念家中妻儿而不选择投降，有的是一早就溃散的逃兵，慢慢的，我们这一伙人收拢起来也有十几人了。
　　“看，那是什么？”走在头里的一名士卒叫了起来。
　　我抬眼看去，只见芦苇遮映中的河汊里，静静的躺着一艘斗舰，被砍断的缆绳还有一端浸在水中，士卒们个个欣喜若狂，船对于我们而言，就象北方的马一样重要，有了它，我们一定能安然的回到曲阿。
　　水流哗哗，伴着有节奏的划浆声，这是我自小熟悉的声音，一夜的撕杀拔涉几乎耗尽了我的全部体力，现在我再已支撑不住，一头就倒在船舱中睡去。
　　这一觉也不知睡了多久，最后我是被四周的叫喊声惊醒的，睁开眼看到的是我们这一船人被五六艘渔船围住，每条渔船上更有四五名赤膊的大汉持兵器虎视着。

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age? She must be eight or nine years old.'
'I was knocked down,' was the blunt explanation, jerked out of me
by another pang of mortified pride; 'but that did not make me ill,'
I added; while Mr. Lloyd helped himself to a pinch of snuff.
As he was returning the box to his waistcoat pocket, a loud bell
rang for the servants' dinner; he knew what it was. 'That's for you,
nurse,' said he; 'you can go down; I'll give Miss Jane a lecture
till you come back.'
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Bessie would rather have stayed, but she was obliged to go, because
punctuality at meals was rigidly enforced at Gates-head Hall. not make you ill; what did, then?' pursued Mr.
Lloyd when Bessie was gone.
'I was shut up in a room where there is a ghost till after dark.'
I saw Mr. Lloyd smile and frown at the same time. 'Ghost! What, you
are a baby after all! You are afraid of ghosts

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"It's about as bad as it can be.Sir Carmichael Clarke has been foundwith his head bashed in." Sir Carmichael Clarke，although his name was not very well known to thegeneral public，was a man of some eminence.He had been in his time a verywell-known throat specialist.Retiring from his profession very comfortablyoff，he had been able to indulge what had been one of the chief passions ofhis life-a collection of Chinese pottery and porcelain.A few years later，inheriting a considerable fortune from an elderly uncle，he had been able toindulge his passion to the full，and he was now the possessor of one of thebest-known colletions of Chinese art.He was married but had no children andlived in a house he had built for himself near the Devon coast，
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"Well，sir，I'd better get down to it，"said Crome."There's the cafe andthere's the girl's home.I'd better go to both of them.Kelsey can come withme." "And Mr Poirot?"asked the superintendent. "I will accompany you，"said Poirot to Crome with a little bow. Crome，I thought，looked slightly annoyed.Kelsey，sho had not seenPoirot before，grinned broadly.
oil paintings It was an unfortunate circumstance that the first time people saw myfriend they were always disposed to consider him as a joke of the first water. "What about this belt she was strangled with?"asked Crome."Mr Poirot isinclined to think it's a valuable clue.I expect he'd like to see it." "Du tout，"said Poirot quickly."You misunderstood me." "You'll get nothing from that，"said Carter."It wasn't a leatherbelt-mignt have got fingerprints if it had been.Just a thick sort of knittedsilk-ideal for the purpose." I gave a shiver. "Well，"said Crome，"we'd better be getting along."

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you may feel ready for the duties and worthy of the joy. My dear girls, I am ambitious for you, but not to have you make a dash in the world - marry rich men merely because they are rich, or have splendid houses, which are not homes because love is wanting. Money is a needful and precious thing - and, when well used, a noble thing - but I never want you to think of it as the first or only prize to strive for. I'd rather see you poor men's wives, if you were happy,
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beloved, contented, than queens on thrones, without self-respect and peace.' ¡¡¡¡`Poor girls don't stand any chance, Belle says, unless they put themselves forward,' sighed Meg. ¡¡¡¡`Then we'll be old maids,' said Jo, stoutly. ¡¡¡¡`Right, Jo; better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls, running about to find husbands,' said Mrs. March, decidedly. `Don't be troubled, Meg; poverty seldom daunts a sincere lover. Some of the best and most honoured women I know were poor girls, but so love-worthy that they were not allowed to be old maids. Leave these things to time.

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a squirrel, busy with its harvesting, ran down a pine close beside him, saw him suddenly and skipped back, scolding so shrilly that Beth looked up, espied the wistful face behind the birches, and beckoned with a reassuring smile. ¡¡¡¡`May I come in, please? or shall I be a bother?' he asked, advancing slowly. ¡¡¡¡Meg lifted her eyebrows, but Jo scowled at her defiantly, and said at once, `Of course you may. We should have asked you before, only we thought you wouldn't care for such a girl's game as this.' ¡¡¡¡`I always liked your games; but if Meg doesn't want me, I'll go away.' ¡¡¡¡`I've no objection, if you do something; it's against the rules to be idle here,' replied Meg, gravely but graciously. ¡¡¡¡`Much obliged; I'll
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do anything if you'll let me stop a bit, for it's as dull as the Desert of Sahara down there. Shall I sew, read, cone, draw, or do all at once? Bring on your bears; I'm ready,' and Laurie sat down, with a submissive expression delightful to behold. ¡¡¡¡`Finish this story while I set my heel,' said Jo, handing him the book. ¡¡¡¡`Yes'm,' was the meek answer, as he began, doing his best to prove his gratitude for the favour of an admission into the `Busy Bee Society'. ¡¡¡¡The story was not a long one, and, when it was finished, he ventured to ask a few questions, as a reward of merit.

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Frank was standing by her, but not steadily; there was a restlessness, which shewed a mind not at ease. He was looking about, he was going to the door, he was watching for the sound of other carriages,-- impatient to begin, or afraid of being always near her. 　　 Mrs. Elton was spoken of. "I think she must be here soon," said he. "I have a great curiosity to see Mrs. Elton, I have heard so much of her. It cannot be long, I think, before she comes." 　　
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A carriage was heard. He was on the move immediately; but coming back, said, 　　 "I am forgetting that I am not acquainted with her. I have never seen either Mr. or Mrs. Elton. I have no business to put myself forward." 　　 Mr. and Mrs. Elton appeared; and all the smiles and the proprieties passed.

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Emma perceived that her taste was not the only taste on which Mr. Weston depended, and felt, that to be the favourite and intimate of a man who had so many intimates and confidantes, was not the very first distinction in the scale of vanity. She liked his open manners, but a little less of open-heartedness would have made him a higher character.--General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.-- She could fancy such a
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man. The whole party walked about, and looked, and praised again; and then, having nothing else to do, formed a sort of half-circle round the fire, to observe in their various modes, till other subjects were started, that, though May, a fire in the evening was still very pleasant. 　　 Emma found that it was not Mr. Weston's fault that the number of privy councillors was not yet larger. They had stopped at Mrs. Bates's door to offer the use of their carriage, but the aunt and niece were to be brought by the Eltons.

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have thought highly of me then; and, I dare say, left the house thinking me the best friend and counsellor man ever had. This happened the night before last. Now, as we may fairly suppose, he would not allow much time to pass before he spoke to the lady, and as he does not appear to have spoken yesterday, it is not unlikely that he should be at Mrs. Goddard's to-day; and she may be detained by a visitor, without thinking him at all a tiresome wretch." 　　
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"Pray, Mr. Knightley," said Emma, who had been smiling to herself through a great part of this speech, "how do you know that Mr. Martin did not speak yesterday?"

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It was the morning of the start to Petra. Sarah came down to find a big masterful woman with a rocking-horse nose,whomshe had already noticed in the hotel,outside the main entrance,objectingfiercely to the size of the car. "A great deal too small!Four passengers?And a dragoman?Then,of course,wemust have a much larger saloon.Plcase take that car away and return with one ofan adequate size." In vain did the representative of Messrs Castle's raise his voice inexplanation.That was the size
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of car always provided.It was really a mostcomfortable car.A larger car was not suitable for desert travel.The largewoman,metaphorically speaking,rolled over him like a large steam-roller. Then she turned her attention to Sarah. "Miss King?I am Lady Westholme.I am sure you agree with me that that car wasgrossly inadequate as to size?" "Well,"said Sarah cautiously,"I agree that a larger one would be morecomfortable!" The young man from Castle's murmured that a larger car would add to theprice.

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service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost: rendered worse than unavailing. I have nothing to regret; he would have more than any but I are aware of. And the best of it is, Hareton is damnably fond of me! You'll own that I've outmatched Hindley there. If the dead villain could rise from his grave to abuse me for his offspring's wrongs, I should have the fun of seeing the said offspring fight him back again, indignant that he should dare to rail at the one friend he has in the world!'
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Heathcliff chuckled a fiendish laugh at the idea. I made no reply, because I saw that he expected none. Meantime, our young companion, who sat too removed from us to hear what was said, began to evince symptoms of uneasiness, probably repenting that he had denied himself the treat of Catherine's society for fear of a little fatigue. His father remarked the restless glances wandering to the window, and the hand irresolutely extended towards his cap.

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Was she French?"
"Perhaps. She had a French passport. But she told me once that she had an English husband."
"She told you that she had an English husband? Alive - or dead?"
Madame Joliet shrugged her shoulders.
"Dead, or he had left her. How should I know which? These girls - there is always some trouble with men –"
"When did you last see her?"
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"I take my company to London for six weeks. We play at Torquay, at Bournemouth, at Eastbourne, at somewhere else I forget and at Hammersmith. Then we come back to France, but Anna - she does not come. She sends message only that she leaves the company, that she goes to live with her husband's family - some nonsense of that kind. I did not think it is true, myself. I think it more likely that she has met a man, you understand."
Inspector Craddock nodded. He perceived that that was what Madame Joliet would invariably think.
"And it is no loss to me. I do not care. I can get girls just as good and better to come and dance, so I shrug the shoulders and do not think of it any more. Why should I? They are all the same, these girls, mad about men."
"What dates was this?"

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Greeting were exchanged; Lucy Eyelesbarrow led her guest to the gloomiest of the writing-rooms, and said: "I'm afraid I'm rather booked up just at present, but perhaps you'll tell me what it is you want me to undertake?"
"It's very simple, really," said Miss Marple. "Unusual, but simple. I want you to find a body."
For a moment the suspicion crossed Lucy's mind that Miss Marple was mentally unhinged, but she rejected the idea. Miss Marple was eminently sane. She meant exactly what she had said.
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"What kind of a body?" asked Lucy Eyelesbarrow with admirable composure.
"A woman's body," said Miss Marple. "The body of a woman who was murdered - strangled actually – in a train."
Lucy's eyebrows rose slightly.
"Well, that's certainly unusual. Tell me about it."
Miss Marple told her. Lucy Eyelesbarrow listened attentively, without interrupting. At the end she said:
"It all depends on what your friend saw – or thought she saw –?"
She left the sentences unfinished with a question in it.

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Whenever he had a touch of his old colicky out, he said it did him more good than any thing else in the world. Do take it to your sister." 　　 "Dear ma'am," replied Elinor, smiling at the difference of the complaints for which it was recommended, "how good you are! But I have just left Marianne in bed, and, I hope, almost asleep; and as I think nothing will be of so much service to her as rest, if you will give me leave, I will drink the wine myself." 　　 Mrs. Jennings, though regretting that she
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That conviction must be everything to you; and he is, undoubtedly, supported by the same trust in yours. If the strength of your reciprocal attachment had failed, as between many people, and, under many circumstances, it naturally would, during a four years' engagement, your situation would have been pitiable, indeed." 　　 Lucy here looked up; but Elinor was careful in guarding her countenance from every expression that could give her words a suspicious tendency. 　
oil painting　 "Edward's love for me," said Lucy, "has been pretty well put to the test, by our long, very long absence, since we were first engaged, and it has stood the trial so well, that I should be unpardonable to doubt it now. I can safely say that he has never given me one moment's alarm on that account from the first." 　　 Elinor hardly knew whether to smile or sigh at this assertion. 　　 Lucy went on. "I am rather of a jealous temper, too, by nature; and from our different situations in life, from his being so much more in the world than me, and our continual separation, I was enough inclined for suspicion, to have found out the truth in an instant, if there had been the slightest alteration in his behaviour to me when we met, or any lowness of spirits that I could not account for, or if he had talked more of one lady than another, or seemed in any respect less happy at Longstaple than he used to be. I do not mean to say that I am particularly observant or quick-sighted in general, but in such a case I am sure I could not be deceived."

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¡¡¡¡ The farcical yet melancholy event was the beginning of a serious illness for him; and he lay in his lonely bed in the pathetic state of mind of a middle-aged man who perceives at length that his life, intellectual and domestic, is tending to failure and gloom. Gillingham came to see him in the evenings, and on one occasion mentioned Sue's name. ¡¡¡¡ "She doesn't care anything about me!" said Phillotson. "Why should she?" ¡¡¡¡ "She doesn't know you are ill." ¡¡¡¡ "So much the better for both of us." ¡¡¡¡ "Where are her lover and she living?" ¡¡¡¡ "At Melchester--I suppose; at least he was living there some time ago." ¡¡¡¡ When Gillingham reached home he sat and reflected, and at last wrote an anonymous line to Sue, on the bare chance of its reaching her, the letter being enclosed in an envelope addressed to Jude at the diocesan capital. Arriving at that place it was forwarded to Marygreen in North Wessex,
oil paintingand thence to Aldbrickham by the only person who knew his present address--the widow who had nursed his aunt. ¡¡¡¡ Three days later, in the evening, when the sun was going down in splendour over the lowlands of Blackmoor, and making the Shaston windows like tongues of fire to the eyes of the rustics in that vale, the sick man fancied that he heard somebody come to the house, and a few minutes after there was a tap at the bedroom door. Phillotson did not speak; the door was hesitatingly opened, and there entered--Sue. ¡¡¡¡ She was in light spring clothing, and her advent seemed ghostly-- like the flitting in of a moth. He turned his eyes upon her, and flushed; but appeared to check his primary impulse to speak.

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light of his lamp. He went up to seize her hand, and found she was clammy as a marine deity, and that her clothes clung to her like the robes upon the figures in the Parthenon frieze. ¡¡¡¡ "I'm so cold!" she said through her chattering teeth. "Can I come by your fire, Jude?" ¡¡¡¡ She crossed to his little grate and very little fire, but as the water dripped from her as she moved, the idea of drying herself was absurd. "Whatever have you done, darling?" he asked, with alarm, the tender epithet slipping out unawares. ¡¡¡¡ "Walked through the largest river in the county--that's what I've done! They locked me up for being out with you;
oil paintingand it seemed so unjust that I couldn't bear it, so I got out of the window and escaped across the stream!" She had begun the explanation in her usual slightly independent tones, but before she had finished the thin pink lips trembled, and she could hardly refrain from crying. ¡¡¡¡ "Dear Sue!" he said. "You must take off all your things! And let me see--you must borrow some from the landlady. I'll ask her." ¡¡¡¡ "No, no! Don't let her know, for God's sake! We are so near the school that they'll come after