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She stopped.
"You wanted it to be true?" said Craddock gently.
She looked at him gratefully.
"Yes, I wanted it to be true. I would be so glad if Edmund had left a son."
Craddock nodded.
"As you say, the letter, on the face of it, sounds genuine enough. What is surprising is the sequel; Martine Crackenthorpe's abrupt departure for Paris and the fact that you have never heard from her since. You had replied kindly to her, were prepared to welcome her.
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Why, even if she had to return to France, did she not write again? That is, presuming her to be the genuine article. If she were an impostor, of course, it's easier to explain. I though perhaps that you might have consulted Mr. Wimborne, and that he might have instituted inquiries which alarmed the woman. That, you tell me, is not so. But it's still possible that one or other of your brothers may have done something of the kind. It's possible that this Martine may have had a background that would not stand investigation. She may have assumed that she would be dealing only with Edmund's affectionate sister, not with hardheaded suspicious business men. She may have hoped to get sums of money out of you for the child (hardly a child now - a boy presumably of fifteen or sixteen) without many questions being asked.
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1 Platform was not at the moment unduly crowded, since a train had just gone out, but in the no-man's-land beyond, a milling crowd was rushing in several directions at once, to and from undergrounds, left-luggage offices, tea-rooms, injury offices, indicator boards, and the two outlets, Arrival and Departure, to the outside world.
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Mrs. McGillicuddy and her parcels ere buffeted to and fro, but she arrived eventually at the entrance to No.3 platform, and deposited one parcel at her feet whilst she searched her bag for the ticket that would enable her to pass the stern uniformed guardian at the gate.
At that moment, a Voice, raucous yet refined, burst into speech over her head.
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All the details of the crime were reported fully and rehashed daily inthin disguises.The A B C railway guide came in for its share of attention. The favourite theory was that it had been bought locally by the murdererand that it was a valuable clue to his identity.It also seemed to show thathe had come to the place by train and was intending to leave for London. The railway guide had not figured at all in the meagre accounts of theAndover murder，so there seemed at present little likelihood of the twocrimes being connected in the public eye.
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"We've got to decide upon a policy，"said the Assistant Commissioner. "The thing is-which way will give us the best results?Shall we give thepublic the facts-enlist their cooperation-after all，it'll be thecooperation of several million people，looking our for a madman-""He won'tlook like a madman，"interjected Dr Thompson. "-looking our for sales of A B C's-and so on.Against that I supposethere's the advantage of working in the dark-not letting our man know whatwe're up to，but then there's the fact that he knows very well that weknow.He's drawn attention to himself deliberately by his letters.Eh，Crome，What's your opinion?"
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So the Wizard unfastened his head and emptied out the straw. Then he entered the back room and took up a measure of bran, which he mixed with a great many pins and needles. Having shaken them together thoroughly, he filled the top of the Scarecrow's head with the mixture and stuffed the rest of the space with straw, to hold it in place.
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When he had fastened the Scarecrow's head on his body again he said to him, "Hereafter you will be a great man, for I have given you a lot of bran-new brains."
The Scarecrow was both pleased and proud at the fulfillment of his greatest wish, and having thanked Oz warmly he went back to his friends.
Dorothy looked at him curiously. His head was quite bulged out at the top with brains.
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"Exert thy power-I would see a storm."
There was a sudden paling of cheeks in the superstitious assemblage, and a general, though unexpressed, desire to get out of the place-all of which was lost upon Tom, who was dead to everything but the proposed cataclysm. Seeing a puzzled and astonished look in the woman's face, he added, excitedly:
"Never fear-thou shalt be blameless. More-thou shalt go free-none shall touch thee. Exert thy power."
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"O, my lord the king, I have it not-I have been falsely accused."
"Thy fears stay thee. Be of good heart, thou shalt suffer no harm. Make a storm-it mattereth not how small a one-I require naught great or harmful, but indeed prefer the opposite-do this and thy life is spared-thou shalt go out free, with thy child, bearing the king's pardon, and safe from hurt or malice from any in the realm."
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Poor Tom was listening, as well as his dazed faculties would let him, to the beginning of this speech; but when the words "me the good king" fell upon his ear, his face blanched, and he dropped as instantly upon his knees as if a shot had brought him there. Lifting up his hands, he exclaimed:
"Thou the King? Then am I undone indeed!"
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This speech seemed to stun the king. His eyes wandered from face to face aimlessly, then rested, bewildered, upon the boy before him. Then he said in a tone of deep disappointment:
"Alack, I had believed the rumor disproportioned to the truth; but I fear me "tis not so." He breathed a heavy sigh, and said in a gentle voice, "Come to thy father, child; thou art not well."
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"Yes, you mustn't be forgetting the lodger's supper," called out Bunting. "Mr. Sleuth don't always ring - " he turned to Chandler. "For one thing, he's often out about this time."
"Not often - just now and again, when he wants to buy' something," snapped out Mrs. Bunting. "But I hadn't forgot his supper. He never do want it before eight o'clock."
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Not often - just now and again, when he wants to buy' something," snapped out Mrs. Bunting. "But I hadn't forgot his supper. He never do want it before eight o'clock."
"Let me take up the lodger's supper, Ellen," Daisy's eager voice broke in. She had got up in obedience to her stepmother, and was now laying the cloth.
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His voice dropped almost to a whisper. He was staring at her with unhappy, it seemed to her terror-filled, eyes.
"Another of them?" She looked at him, bewildered - at a loss. And then what he meant flashed across her - " another of them" meant another of these strange, mysterious, awful murders.
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But her relief for the moment was so great - for she really had thought for a second that he had come to give her ill news of Bunting - that the, feeling that she did experience on hearing this piece of news was actually pleasurable, though she would have been much shocked had that fact been brought to her notice.
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Monsieur de Marquet appeared to be greatly perplexed, as if he did not know whether he ought to be glad of the new direction given to the inquiry by the young reporter, or sorry that it had not been done by himself. In our profession and for the general welfare
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we have to put up with such mortifications and bury selfish feelings. That was why Monsieur de Marquet controlled himself and joined his compliments with those of Monsieur Dax. As for Monsieur Rouletabille, he simply shrugged his shoulders and said: "There's nothing at all in that!" I should have liked to box his ears, especially when he added: "You will do well, Monsieur, to ask Monsieur Stangerson who usually kept that key?"
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Will you take me to see him?" said Pinocchio.
"Gladly."
As soon as Pinocchio went into the stable, he spied a little Donkey lying on a bed of straw in the corner of the stable. He was worn out from hunger and too much work. After looking at him a long time, he said to himself: "I know that Donkey! I have seen him before."
And bending low over him, he asked: "Who are you?"
At this question, the Donkey opened weary, dying eyes and answered in the same tongue: "I am Lamp-Wick."
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Then he closed his eyes and died.
"Oh, my poor Lamp-Wick," said Pinocchio in a faint voice, as he wiped his eyes with some straw he had picked up from the ground.
"Do you feel so sorry for a little donkey that has cost you nothing?" said the Farmer. "What should I do--I, who have paid my good money for him?"
"But, you see, he was my friend."
"Your friend?"
"A classmate of mine."
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magistrate of Corbeil. At half-past five we saw him and his clerk and, before he was able to enter his carriage, had an opportunity to ask him the following question:
"'Can you, Monsieur de Marquet, give us any information as to this affair, without inconvenience to the course of your inquiry?'
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"'It is impossible for us to do it,' replied Monsieur de Marquet. 'I can only say that it is the strangest affair I have ever known. The more we think we know something, the further we are from knowing anything!'
"We asked Monsieur de Marquet to be good enough to explain his last words; and this is what he said, - the importance of which no one will fail to recognise:
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拉比～～～”可心忍不住低叫，其实他可以不管她的。
“走吧，殿下”格力一把拉住要跟上去的女人。她的身份已经不能让他们直呼名字了
可心捂住胸口。
“走吧”什哈儿粗鲁的拽着可心，如果不是为了她，他们的王子也不会只身犯险。
我该走吗？可心犹豫了，她不是这个时代的人，她只是漂离在这个时代的匆匆过客。
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照理说，她不应该，也不能插手历史上的事。可是那个男人为什么要选择留下呢？他明明可以全身而退的，她不懂，聪明如他。。。。
“不行”如果他出什么事，就算能够回去她也不会安心的。可心在心里想道。慌乱的莹子因为心中的决定而变的坚定起来。
“什哈儿”可心反手抓住架着她的男人，力道恰好让他止步
什哈儿的不悦大大地写在脸上，这女人到底想怎样，他们已经听从殿下的吩咐，护她安全。
“通知所有人赶过来”
什哈儿看着可心，并不打算听她的吩咐，就算她是殿下的侧妃
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拉比～～～”可心忍不住低叫，其实他可以不管她的。
“走吧，殿下”格力一把拉住要跟上去的女人。她的身份已经不能让他们直呼名字了
可心捂住胸口。
“走吧”什哈儿粗鲁的拽着可心，如果不是为了她，他们的王子也不会只身犯险。
我该走吗？可心犹豫了，她不是这个时代的人，她只是漂离在这个时代的匆匆过客。
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照理说，她不应该，也不能插手历史上的事。可是那个男人为什么要选择留下呢？他明明可以全身而退的，她不懂，聪明如他。。。。
“不行”如果他出什么事，就算能够回去她也不会安心的。可心在心里想道。慌乱的莹子因为心中的决定而变的坚定起来。
“什哈儿”可心反手抓住架着她的男人，力道恰好让他止步
什哈儿的不悦大大地写在脸上，这女人到底想怎样，他们已经听从殿下的吩咐，护她安全。
“通知所有人赶过来”
什哈儿看着可心，并不打算听她的吩咐，就算她是殿下的侧妃
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胤禟紧搂着尘芳轻叹道：“真要能把你放在手里，含在嘴里，我宁愿一辈子都不松手，不开口。把你藏起来，只给我一个人看，只和我一个人说话，只对着我一个人笑。”
尘芳心中一动，扬起头，此刻他的眼亮得比宝石更夺目。
他塔喇氏见两人相倚对视，羡慕中泛着两分酸意道：“九弟，九弟妹！怎么在家里还看不够吗？偏是你们俩恩爱！”
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尘芳回过神，被臊得不行，挣脱了胤禟跑到宫外透气。原想叫上剑柔和绵凝，见她俩正兴致勃勃地在西边耳房里和两个宫女玩骰子，便改了主意独自出去。
沿着宫墙缓缓漫步，耳边时不时飘来阵阵典乐声，皇家的节日总是盛大庄重的，却少了份平常百姓家的温馨愉快。手抚上冰冷的宫墙，朱赤的漆面下不知剥落过多少尘埃，又记载了多少代帝王的兴衰。
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“爹？”龙飞玉的轻喊把龙正毅的思绪拉了回来。
“呵呵，也没啥。就是我取了个‘飞’字，意指飞龙在天，你娘取了个‘玉’字，意指高洁如玉。把两个字拼在一起，就是你的名了。”那时他想了许多名字都觉得不好，后来还是静莲想出了这个法子。毕竟孩子是他们俩的……想着往事，龙正毅脸上露出了一抹温柔。
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龙飞玉没有看到父亲脸上难得一见的温柔，他正低着头，想着父亲刚才的话。一人取一个字？这个法子倒是好，只是那女人与他恐怕不会像父母那样有默契。谁知道她又会想出什么不堪入耳的名来。只是，再像这样翻书，恐怕一时也找不出什么。
“好了，想这些干吗？要想给儿子取名，还得先把媳妇儿娶回来。这些天不是送了好些图册进府，你就没有中意的？”
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他穿了一身暗黄色的袍服，看上去像是一颗被塞满了馅的面筋，圆滚滚的似乎随时会暴开。萧湘忙暗自掐了自己一下，生怕自己当场笑出声来。
这么胖的人，会是谁啊？
“奴婢见过魏王殿下。”不用她问，莫舞请安的用词便解了她的疑惑，原来这胖子就是魏王李泰，那个历史上出了名的胖子。
他来干什么？
萧湘心头一阵疑惑，面上却仍旧是淡淡的笑容：反正她此刻是失忆中，看到这死胖子不认识也是应当的。
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“湘儿妹妹身体无碍了吧。”李泰挥了挥手，示意莫舞退下，自己有些艰难的挪动脚步走到萧湘身边，一屁股坐在一边的凉椅上。凉椅不堪他肥胖的身躯，发出“吱呀”一声，萧湘偷偷看去，只见凉椅的每个镂空花纹中，都挤出李泰的肥肉。
天气炎热，胖子便更容易出汗，萧湘微微的后退些许，以期避开他身上散发出的汗臭味。李泰却浑然不觉，满面带笑，眯成一条缝的眼睛上下打量着萧湘，似乎有着万般的考量。
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翊枫大婚那日，听说十分的热闹，但朕没有去，因为朕尚未大婚，不宜前往。至于大婚，已经有许多朝臣在催朕立后，朕也不懂自己在坚持什么，或许，是觉得还没有任何一个女子有资格与朕并肩而立，共受万人朝仰吧。
这晚，满朝文武都齐聚信亲王府，朕独自在尚书房待得很晚，朱三在一旁催促晚歇，看着盘子里的绿头牌，挥手示意不用，独自在乾清宫歇下。一夜不安，依稀有个素色碎花衣裳、饰透玉玫瑰，发缀闪闪繁星目光狡黠的女子满眼笑意地看着我，明明是个开心快乐的梦，却下意识般觉得酸楚。
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浑浑噩噩地过了两日，听朱三提醒，今日是翊枫进宫谢恩的日子，朕居然有些期待，见到他二人和和美美的样子，倒让我忆起几日前那晚上的梦来。直到后来……后来见到她和朱三的眉眼官司，朕这才踏实一笑，眼角却不经意瞅见翊枫若有所思地目光一闪，朕心大惊，朕是真命天子，应当不动声色才对，况且翊枫……翊枫的野心我不是不了解。听闻外边来报说右相求见，我笑了笑，说了两句便让翊枫和……
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过了半晌没见动静，我都饿了一天了，四处打量一番，这屋子蛮精致的嘛，听说新房落成后，太后派了专人考察了一番，还指点了不止一二，果然是富丽堂皇，华丽至极。看四周无人，桌子上的数碟点心看起来还蛮丰富的，于是把眼前的玉穗撩到一旁，不管不顾地走到桌子边，拿过一块便吃起来。
还没来得及下咽，只听得门外传来敲门声：“主子，奴婢来了！”听到是绯红的声音，不由得喜道：“进来！”绯红手里端着一碗面，在这冬日的夜晚，俨然可以看得见热气腾腾而上且香味十足，我努力地咽了一口口水，媚笑道：“绯红姐姐给我送吃的来了？”
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绯红如预期的红了红脸，啐了我一口：“主子，都是当家主母了，还拿我玩笑？仔细我不理你了。”
绯红很生气，后果很严重。
我连忙讨好道：“好绯红，你主子我饿得要晕了，快端过来，这是谁做的？是绿萼吗？”
绯红过来帮我挽过喜袍袖子，边笑答：“哪里，绿萼在那边打发其他的用人呢，主子你不知道吧，长公主殿下送了好几个下人给主子您使唤，绿萼忙着安顿她们，这是蔚蓝姐姐做的，她是随长公主一道过来的。听说是长公主吩咐的。长公主还说了，当初她大婚时，可是饿得两眼放光的。”
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绿萼悄声问：“主子，要不要下来逛逛？”我才回过神来，扶着绯红的手走向湖畔。
只见垂柳依依，花木扶疏，湖上碧波荡漾，最妙的是临湖筑有草庐水榭，古朴清雅。凭栏观景，树影婆娑，湖水涟漪，清闲中别具情趣。
看到长公主伴在身边，不由得笑问：“公主好福气，这种有灵气的地方都归公主所有。不知这内湖有名儿没？”长公主骄傲地说：“当初我也是不耐烦成天住在正府里，后来父皇见我郁郁不乐，驸马正好又干了件得力事，他老人家一高兴，遂赐了这块地给我，说建个园子消遣消遣。本来这片内湖不在园子内，我因看了喜欢，硬是让人给圈在庄子地界里，至今是我的产业，也没正式给起个名儿，妹妹有什么好名没？”我笑说：“伶雪又没有什么大学问，哪知道起什么名？”转念一想，不由得恶作剧地说，“这是公主自己的产业，也该有个名儿，伶雪看也不用起什么花哨的名儿了，就叫未名湖得了。”公主甚喜：“成，以后就叫未名湖了。”
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我一边在心里默念着，一边用眼光搜寻一.三班的牌子。
嘿！在那里！我像发现新大陆一样雀跃地走过去。还没走到近前，忽然看到被几个女生包围着的……小志？不是，不是，是，是那个目睹我撞大梧桐还笑得一塌糊涂的人！
哇！我急忙转身想逃~~
“这位同学！”一个男声响起，让本就不太吵的屋子一下子安静下来。
我脚步一顿，看看四周，门口附近就我一个人。呜~不是吧！是叫我吗？
我叹口气，认命地转过身去，正望见一脸笑意的“小志”。脸忽的一热，刚刚发生的事又窜进脑海，唉~这大概就叫“冤家路窄”吧？
“同学，还没报到吧？怎么来了又走呢我说？”
啊啊啊！！！
竟然是他叫的我？！
我晕~“樱木花道式眯眼+滴汗”又来了！

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