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近几年来.印度的军事势力大为增强,除了大量的购买外国的先进武器外,还自行研制新式武器.比如LCA轻型战斗机.班加罗尔级隐身驱逐舰,甚至要自研航空母舰和核潜艇.充分的显示了印度想成为军事大国的急切心情.
让我们看看我们这个邻居的武器装备,你就会发现一个有趣的现象.这个国家的武器装备就像是万国武器展览一样.尤其是空军:幻影2000是法国货,米格-29,米格-27,米格-21,苏-30MKI是俄罗斯货,鹰-100是英国货,如果这次的先进战斗机计划选了美国的F-18E/F或F-16的话那么他就装备了四国的飞机.这就意味着他们要建立起四种不同的后勤保障体系.很难想象他们是怎么搞定这个问题的.
[ 转自铁血社区 http://bbs.tiexue.net/ ]
再看看海军的装备.现在唯一的航空母舰是英国货,未来的第二艘航母是俄罗斯的改装货,潜艇的有俄罗斯的基洛,法国的鱿鱼.还有美国的登陆舰.如此繁复.
此外,还有陆军还有俄罗斯的T-90坦克,防空导弹,瑞典的火炮等.此外印度也是以色列的大客户.购买了大量的导弹和雷达设备.
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chickens, but also in driving hard bargains with the gardener
about flower-roots, seeds, and slips of plants; that functionary
having orders from Mrs. Reed to buy of his young lady all the products
of her parterre she wished to sell: and Eliza would have sold the hair
off her head if she could have made a handsome profit thereby. As to
her money, she first secreted it in odd corners, wrapped in a rag or
an old curl-paper; but some of these hoards having been discovered
by the housemaid, Eliza,
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treasure, consented to intrust it to her mother, at a usurious rate of
interest- fifty or sixty per cent.; which interest she exacted every
quarter, keeping her accounts in a little book with anxious accuracy.
Georgiana sat on a high stool, dressing her hair at the glass,
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chickens, but also in driving hard bargains with the gardener
about flower-roots, seeds, and slips of plants; that functionary
having orders from Mrs. Reed to buy of his young lady all the products
of her parterre she wished to sell: and Eliza would have sold the hair
off her head if she could have made a handsome profit thereby. As to
her money, she first secreted it in odd corners, wrapped in a rag or
an old curl-paper; but some of these hoards having been discovered
by the housemaid, Eliza,
oil paintings fearful of one day losing her valued
treasure, consented to intrust it to her mother, at a usurious rate of
interest- fifty or sixty per cent.; which interest she exacted every
quarter, keeping her accounts in a little book with anxious accuracy.
Georgiana sat on a high stool, dressing her hair at the glass,
Friday, February 29, 2008
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head. It struck beneath my ear, and stopped the sentence I was uttering; but, pulling it out, I sprang to the door and delivered another; which I hope went a little deeper than his missile. The last glimpse I caught of him was a furious rush on his part, checked by the embrace of his host; and both fell locked together on the hearth. In my flight through the kitchen I bid Joseph speed to his master; I knocked over Hareton, who was hanging a litter of puppies from a chair back in the doorway; and,
oil paintings blest as a soul escaped from purgatory, I bounded, leaped, and flew down the steep road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes: precipitating myself, in fact, towards the beacon light of the Grange. And far rather would I be condemned to a perpetual dwelling in the infernal regions, than, even for one night, abide beneath the roof of Wuthering Heights again.' Isabella ceased speaking, and took a drink of tea; then she rose, and bidding me put on her bonnet, and a great shawl I had brought, and turning a deaf ear to my entreaties for her to
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head. It struck beneath my ear, and stopped the sentence I was uttering; but, pulling it out, I sprang to the door and delivered another; which I hope went a little deeper than his missile. The last glimpse I caught of him was a furious rush on his part, checked by the embrace of his host; and both fell locked together on the hearth. In my flight through the kitchen I bid Joseph speed to his master; I knocked over Hareton, who was hanging a litter of puppies from a chair back in the doorway; and,
oil paintings blest as a soul escaped from purgatory, I bounded, leaped, and flew down the steep road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes: precipitating myself, in fact, towards the beacon light of the Grange. And far rather would I be condemned to a perpetual dwelling in the infernal regions, than, even for one night, abide beneath the roof of Wuthering Heights again.' Isabella ceased speaking, and took a drink of tea; then she rose, and bidding me put on her bonnet, and a great shawl I had brought, and turning a deaf ear to my entreaties for her to
Sunday, January 27, 2008
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at the very least- crumpled up. His body wrapped limply about the fist like a wet rag about a stick. He lifted into the air, described a short curve, and struck the deck on his head and shoulders, where he lay and writhed about in agony. ¡¡¡¡'Well?' Larsen asked of me. 'Have you made up your mind?' ¡¡¡¡I had glanced occasionally at the approaching schooner, and it was now almost abreast of us and not more than a couple of hundred yards away.
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It was a very trim and neat little craft. I could see a large black number on one of its sails, and I had seen pictures of pilot-boats. ¡¡¡¡'What vessel is that?' I asked. ¡¡¡¡'The pilot-boat Lady Mine,' Wolf Larsen answered grimly. 'Got rid of her pilots and running into San Francisco. She'll be there in five or six hours with this wind.' ¡¡¡¡'Will you please signal it, then, so that I may be put ashore?' ¡¡¡¡'Sorry, but I've lost the signal-book overboard,' he remarked, and the group of hunters grinned.
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at the very least- crumpled up. His body wrapped limply about the fist like a wet rag about a stick. He lifted into the air, described a short curve, and struck the deck on his head and shoulders, where he lay and writhed about in agony. ¡¡¡¡'Well?' Larsen asked of me. 'Have you made up your mind?' ¡¡¡¡I had glanced occasionally at the approaching schooner, and it was now almost abreast of us and not more than a couple of hundred yards away.
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It was a very trim and neat little craft. I could see a large black number on one of its sails, and I had seen pictures of pilot-boats. ¡¡¡¡'What vessel is that?' I asked. ¡¡¡¡'The pilot-boat Lady Mine,' Wolf Larsen answered grimly. 'Got rid of her pilots and running into San Francisco. She'll be there in five or six hours with this wind.' ¡¡¡¡'Will you please signal it, then, so that I may be put ashore?' ¡¡¡¡'Sorry, but I've lost the signal-book overboard,' he remarked, and the group of hunters grinned.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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I am very sorry," said she; "it is very unlucky." And she longed to be able to say something more to the purpose. ¡¡¡¡ After an interval of silence, "I think they might as well have staid for me," said he. ¡¡¡¡ "Miss Bertram thought you would follow her." ¡¡¡¡ "I should not have had to follow her if she had staid." ¡¡¡¡ This could not be denied,
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and Fanny was silenced. After another pause, he went on--"Pray, Miss Price, are you such a great admirer of this Mr. Crawford as some people are? For my part, I can see nothing in him." ¡¡¡¡ "I do not think him at all handsome." ¡¡¡¡ "Handsome! Nobody can call such an undersized man handsome. He is not five foot nine. I should not wonder if he is not more than five foot eight. I think he is an ill-looking fellow. In my opinion, these Crawfords are no addition at all. We did very well without them." ¡¡¡¡ A small sigh escaped Fanny here, and she did not know how to contradict him.
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I am very sorry," said she; "it is very unlucky." And she longed to be able to say something more to the purpose. ¡¡¡¡ After an interval of silence, "I think they might as well have staid for me," said he. ¡¡¡¡ "Miss Bertram thought you would follow her." ¡¡¡¡ "I should not have had to follow her if she had staid." ¡¡¡¡ This could not be denied,
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and Fanny was silenced. After another pause, he went on--"Pray, Miss Price, are you such a great admirer of this Mr. Crawford as some people are? For my part, I can see nothing in him." ¡¡¡¡ "I do not think him at all handsome." ¡¡¡¡ "Handsome! Nobody can call such an undersized man handsome. He is not five foot nine. I should not wonder if he is not more than five foot eight. I think he is an ill-looking fellow. In my opinion, these Crawfords are no addition at all. We did very well without them." ¡¡¡¡ A small sigh escaped Fanny here, and she did not know how to contradict him.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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¡¡¡¡`I wish I was a horse; then I could run for miles in this splendid air, and not lose my breath. It was capital; but see what a guy it's made me. Go, pick up my things, like a cherub as you are,' said Jo, dropping down under a maple-tree which was carpeting the bank with crimson leaves. ¡¡¡¡Laurie leisurely departed to recover the lost property, and Jo bundled up her braids, hoping no one would pass by till she was tidy again. But someone did pass by, and who should it be but Meg, looking particularly ladylike in her state and festival suit, for she had been making calls. ¡¡¡¡`What in the
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world are you doing here?' she asked, regarding her dishevelled sister with well-bred surprise. ¡¡¡¡`Getting leaves,' meekly answered Jo, sorting the rosy handful she had just swept up. ¡¡¡¡`And hairpins,' added Laurie, throwing half a dozen into Jo's lap. `They grow on this road, Meg; so do combs and brown straw hats.' ¡¡¡¡`You have been running, Jo; how could you? When will you be stopping such romping ways?' said Meg, reprovingly, as she settled her cuffs, and smoothed her hair, with which the wind had taken liberties.
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¡¡¡¡`I wish I was a horse; then I could run for miles in this splendid air, and not lose my breath. It was capital; but see what a guy it's made me. Go, pick up my things, like a cherub as you are,' said Jo, dropping down under a maple-tree which was carpeting the bank with crimson leaves. ¡¡¡¡Laurie leisurely departed to recover the lost property, and Jo bundled up her braids, hoping no one would pass by till she was tidy again. But someone did pass by, and who should it be but Meg, looking particularly ladylike in her state and festival suit, for she had been making calls. ¡¡¡¡`What in the
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world are you doing here?' she asked, regarding her dishevelled sister with well-bred surprise. ¡¡¡¡`Getting leaves,' meekly answered Jo, sorting the rosy handful she had just swept up. ¡¡¡¡`And hairpins,' added Laurie, throwing half a dozen into Jo's lap. `They grow on this road, Meg; so do combs and brown straw hats.' ¡¡¡¡`You have been running, Jo; how could you? When will you be stopping such romping ways?' said Meg, reprovingly, as she settled her cuffs, and smoothed her hair, with which the wind had taken liberties.
Monday, January 21, 2008
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¡¡¡¡It was bitter cold in the morning, she dropped her precious turnover in the gutter, Aunt March had an attack of fidgets, Meg was pensive, Beth would look grieved and wistful when she got home, and Amy kept making remarks about people who were always talking about being good, and yet wouldn't try, when other people set them a virtuous example. ¡¡¡¡`Everybody is so hateful, I'll ask Laurie to go skating. He is always kind and jolly, and will put me to rights, I know,' said Jo to herself, and off she went. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡Amy heard the clash of skates, and looked out with an impatient exclamation:
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`There! she promised I should go next time, for this is the last ice we shall have. But it's no use to ask such a cross-patch to take me.' ¡¡¡¡`Don't say that; you were very naughty, and it is hard to forgive the loss of her precious little book; but I think she might do it now, and I guess she will, if you try her at the right minute,' said Meg. `Go after them; don't say anything till Jo has got good-natured with Laurie, then take a quiet minute, and just kiss her, or do some kind thing, and I'm sure she'll be friends again with all her heart.'
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¡¡¡¡It was bitter cold in the morning, she dropped her precious turnover in the gutter, Aunt March had an attack of fidgets, Meg was pensive, Beth would look grieved and wistful when she got home, and Amy kept making remarks about people who were always talking about being good, and yet wouldn't try, when other people set them a virtuous example. ¡¡¡¡`Everybody is so hateful, I'll ask Laurie to go skating. He is always kind and jolly, and will put me to rights, I know,' said Jo to herself, and off she went. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡Amy heard the clash of skates, and looked out with an impatient exclamation:
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`There! she promised I should go next time, for this is the last ice we shall have. But it's no use to ask such a cross-patch to take me.' ¡¡¡¡`Don't say that; you were very naughty, and it is hard to forgive the loss of her precious little book; but I think she might do it now, and I guess she will, if you try her at the right minute,' said Meg. `Go after them; don't say anything till Jo has got good-natured with Laurie, then take a quiet minute, and just kiss her, or do some kind thing, and I'm sure she'll be friends again with all her heart.'
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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"Miss Eyelesbarrow…."
Emma's voice came faintly through the closed study. Lucy seized gratefully at the opportunity.
"Miss Crackenthorpe's calling me. I must go. Thank you so much for all you have shown me…."
"Don't forget… our secret…"
"I won't forget," said Lucy, and hurried out into the hall not quite certain as to whether she had or had not just received a conditional proposal of marriage.
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Dermot Craddock sat at his desk in his room at New Scotland Yard. He was slumped sideways in an easy attitude, and was talking into the telephone receiver which he held with one elbow propped up on the table. He was speaking in French, a language in which he was tolerably proficient.
"It was only an idea, you understand," he said.
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"Miss Eyelesbarrow…."
Emma's voice came faintly through the closed study. Lucy seized gratefully at the opportunity.
"Miss Crackenthorpe's calling me. I must go. Thank you so much for all you have shown me…."
"Don't forget… our secret…"
"I won't forget," said Lucy, and hurried out into the hall not quite certain as to whether she had or had not just received a conditional proposal of marriage.
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Dermot Craddock sat at his desk in his room at New Scotland Yard. He was slumped sideways in an easy attitude, and was talking into the telephone receiver which he held with one elbow propped up on the table. He was speaking in French, a language in which he was tolerably proficient.
"It was only an idea, you understand," he said.
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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"Your stalking horse，Mr Cust，had so successfully lived up to his roleof the invisible-because insignificant-man，that so far no one had noticedthat the same person had been seen in the vicinity of the three murders!Toyour annoyance，even his visit to Combeside had not been mentioned.Thematter had passed completely out of Miss Grey's head. "Always daring，you decided that one more murder must take place butthis time the trail must be well blazed. "You selected Doncaster for the scene of operations.
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Your plan was very simple.You yourself would be on the scene in thenature of things.Mr Cust would be ordered to Doncaster by his firm.Your planwas to follow him round and trust to opportunity.Everything fell out well.MrCust went to a cinema.That was simplicity itself.You sat a few seats awayfrom him.When he got up to go，you did the same.You pretended to stumble，leaned over and stabbed a dozing man in the row in front，slid the A B C onto his knees and managed to collide heavily with Mr Cust in the darkeneddoorway，wiping the knife on his sleeve and slipping it into his pocket.
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"Your stalking horse，Mr Cust，had so successfully lived up to his roleof the invisible-because insignificant-man，that so far no one had noticedthat the same person had been seen in the vicinity of the three murders!Toyour annoyance，even his visit to Combeside had not been mentioned.Thematter had passed completely out of Miss Grey's head. "Always daring，you decided that one more murder must take place butthis time the trail must be well blazed. "You selected Doncaster for the scene of operations.
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Your plan was very simple.You yourself would be on the scene in thenature of things.Mr Cust would be ordered to Doncaster by his firm.Your planwas to follow him round and trust to opportunity.Everything fell out well.MrCust went to a cinema.That was simplicity itself.You sat a few seats awayfrom him.When he got up to go，you did the same.You pretended to stumble，leaned over and stabbed a dozing man in the row in front，slid the A B C onto his knees and managed to collide heavily with Mr Cust in the darkeneddoorway，wiping the knife on his sleeve and slipping it into his pocket.
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Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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Somewhat to my surprise，Poirot plunged into the whole story of the A BC letters，the murder of Andover，and the railway guide found by the bodies. He had no reason to complain of any lack of interest on her part.Herlips parted，her eyes gleaming，she hung on his words. "Is this all true，M.Poirot?" "Yes，it is true." "You really mean that my sister was killed by some horrible homicidalmaniac?" "Precisely?" She drew a deep breath. "Oh!Betty-Betty-how-how ghastly!" "You see，mademoiselle，that the information for which I ask you cangive freely without wondering whether or not it will hurt anyone."
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Yes，I see that now." "Then let us continue our conversation.I have formed the idea that thisDonald Fraser has，perhaps，a violent and jealous temper，is that right?" Megan Barnard said quietly: "I'm trusting you now，M.Poirot.I'm going to give you the absolutetruth.Don is，as I say，a very quiet person-a bottled-up person，if you knowwhat I mean.He can't always express what he feels in words.But underneath itall he minds things terribly.And he's got a jealous nature. He was always jealous of Betty.He was devoted to her-and of course shewas very fond of him，but it wasn't in Betty to be fond of one person andnot notice anybody else.She wasn't made that way.She'd got a -well，an eyefor any nice-looking man who'd pass the time of day with her.And of course
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Somewhat to my surprise，Poirot plunged into the whole story of the A BC letters，the murder of Andover，and the railway guide found by the bodies. He had no reason to complain of any lack of interest on her part.Herlips parted，her eyes gleaming，she hung on his words. "Is this all true，M.Poirot?" "Yes，it is true." "You really mean that my sister was killed by some horrible homicidalmaniac?" "Precisely?" She drew a deep breath. "Oh!Betty-Betty-how-how ghastly!" "You see，mademoiselle，that the information for which I ask you cangive freely without wondering whether or not it will hurt anyone."
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Yes，I see that now." "Then let us continue our conversation.I have formed the idea that thisDonald Fraser has，perhaps，a violent and jealous temper，is that right?" Megan Barnard said quietly: "I'm trusting you now，M.Poirot.I'm going to give you the absolutetruth.Don is，as I say，a very quiet person-a bottled-up person，if you knowwhat I mean.He can't always express what he feels in words.But underneath itall he minds things terribly.And he's got a jealous nature. He was always jealous of Betty.He was devoted to her-and of course shewas very fond of him，but it wasn't in Betty to be fond of one person andnot notice anybody else.She wasn't made that way.She'd got a -well，an eyefor any nice-looking man who'd pass the time of day with her.And of course
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
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"This I hung from the ceiling by a wire," said Oz. "I stood behind the screen and pulled a thread, to make the eyes move and the mouth open."
"But how about the voice?" she inquired.
"Oh, I am a ventriloquist," said the little man. "I can throw the sound of my voice wherever I wish, so that you thought it was coming out of the Head. Here are
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the other things I used to deceive you." He showed the Scarecrow the dress and the mask he had worn when he seemed to be the lovely Lady. And the Tin Woodman saw that his terrible Beast was nothing but a lot of skins, sewn together, with slats to keep their sides out. As for the Ball of Fire, the false Wizard had hung that also from the ceiling. It was really a ball of cotton, but when oil was poured upon it the ball burned fiercely.
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"This I hung from the ceiling by a wire," said Oz. "I stood behind the screen and pulled a thread, to make the eyes move and the mouth open."
"But how about the voice?" she inquired.
"Oh, I am a ventriloquist," said the little man. "I can throw the sound of my voice wherever I wish, so that you thought it was coming out of the Head. Here are
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the other things I used to deceive you." He showed the Scarecrow the dress and the mask he had worn when he seemed to be the lovely Lady. And the Tin Woodman saw that his terrible Beast was nothing but a lot of skins, sewn together, with slats to keep their sides out. As for the Ball of Fire, the false Wizard had hung that also from the ceiling. It was really a ball of cotton, but when oil was poured upon it the ball burned fiercely.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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Did any see the poison given? Was poison found?"
"Marry, no, my liege."
"Then how doth one know there was poison given at all?"
"Please your majesty, the doctors testified that none die with such symptoms but by poison."
Weighty evidence, this-in that simple age. Tom recognized its formidable nature, and said:
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"The doctor knoweth his trade-belike they were right. The matter hath an ill look for this poor man."
"Yet was not this all, your majesty; there is more and worse. Many testified that a witch, since gone from the village, none know whither, did foretell, and speak it privately in their ears, that the sick man would die by poison-and more, that a stranger would give it-a stranger with brown hair and clothed in a worn and common garb; and surely this prisoner doth answer woundily to the bill. Please, your majesty, to give the circumstance that solemn weight which is its due, seeing it was foretold."
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Did any see the poison given? Was poison found?"
"Marry, no, my liege."
"Then how doth one know there was poison given at all?"
"Please your majesty, the doctors testified that none die with such symptoms but by poison."
Weighty evidence, this-in that simple age. Tom recognized its formidable nature, and said:
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"The doctor knoweth his trade-belike they were right. The matter hath an ill look for this poor man."
"Yet was not this all, your majesty; there is more and worse. Many testified that a witch, since gone from the village, none know whither, did foretell, and speak it privately in their ears, that the sick man would die by poison-and more, that a stranger would give it-a stranger with brown hair and clothed in a worn and common garb; and surely this prisoner doth answer woundily to the bill. Please, your majesty, to give the circumstance that solemn weight which is its due, seeing it was foretold."
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Take no thought of him, my prince: he is not worthy. Kiss me once again, and go to thy trifles and amusements; for my malady distresseth me. I am aweary, and would rest. Go with thine uncle Hertford and thy people, and come again when my body is refreshed."
Tom, heavy-hearted, was conducted from the presence, for this last sentence was a death-blow to the hope he had cherished that now he would be set free. Once more he heard the buzz of low voices exclaiming, "The prince, the prince comes
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His spirits sank lower and lower as he moved between the glittering files of bowing courtiers; for he recognized that he was indeed a captive now, and might remain forever shut up in this gilded cage, a forlorn and friendless prince, except God in his mercy take pity on him and set him free.
And, turn where he would, he seemed to see floating in the air the severed head and the remembered face of the great Duke of Norfolk, the eyes fixed on him reproachfully
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Take no thought of him, my prince: he is not worthy. Kiss me once again, and go to thy trifles and amusements; for my malady distresseth me. I am aweary, and would rest. Go with thine uncle Hertford and thy people, and come again when my body is refreshed."
Tom, heavy-hearted, was conducted from the presence, for this last sentence was a death-blow to the hope he had cherished that now he would be set free. Once more he heard the buzz of low voices exclaiming, "The prince, the prince comes
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His spirits sank lower and lower as he moved between the glittering files of bowing courtiers; for he recognized that he was indeed a captive now, and might remain forever shut up in this gilded cage, a forlorn and friendless prince, except God in his mercy take pity on him and set him free.
And, turn where he would, he seemed to see floating in the air the severed head and the remembered face of the great Duke of Norfolk, the eyes fixed on him reproachfully
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Monday, October 15, 2007
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"I expect Joe has something to tell us new to-night," said Bunting cheerfully. "Well, Joe, is there anything new?"
"I say, father, just listen to this!" Daisy broke in excitedly. She read out:
"BLOODHOUNDS TO BE SERIOUSLY CONSIDERED"
"Bloodhounds?" repeated Mrs. Bunting, and there was terror in her tone. "Why bloodhounds? That do seem to me a most horrible idea!"
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Bunting looked across at her, mildly astonished. "Why, 'twould be a very good idea, if 'twas possible to have bloodhounds in a town. But, there, how can that be done in London, full of butchers' shops, to say nothing of slaughter-yards and other places o' that sort?"
But Daisy went on, and to her stepmother's shrinking ear there seemed a horrible thrill of delight; of gloating pleasure, in her fresh young voice.
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"I expect Joe has something to tell us new to-night," said Bunting cheerfully. "Well, Joe, is there anything new?"
"I say, father, just listen to this!" Daisy broke in excitedly. She read out:
"BLOODHOUNDS TO BE SERIOUSLY CONSIDERED"
"Bloodhounds?" repeated Mrs. Bunting, and there was terror in her tone. "Why bloodhounds? That do seem to me a most horrible idea!"
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Bunting looked across at her, mildly astonished. "Why, 'twould be a very good idea, if 'twas possible to have bloodhounds in a town. But, there, how can that be done in London, full of butchers' shops, to say nothing of slaughter-yards and other places o' that sort?"
But Daisy went on, and to her stepmother's shrinking ear there seemed a horrible thrill of delight; of gloating pleasure, in her fresh young voice.
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"I know those I can trust," he had answered, stuttering rather, as was his way when moved. "And - and I assure you, Mrs. Bunting, that I hardly have to speak to a human being - especially to a woman" (and he had drawn in his breath with a hissing sound) "before I know exactly what manner of person is before me."
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It hadn't taken the landlady very long to find out that her lodger had a queer kind of fear and dislike of women. When she was doing the staircase and landings she would often hear Mr. Sleuth reading aloud to himself passages in the Bible that were very uncomplimentary to her sex. But Mrs. Bunting had no very great opinion of her sister woman, so that didn't put her out. Besides, where one's lodger is concerned, a dislike of women is better than - well, than the other thing.
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"I know those I can trust," he had answered, stuttering rather, as was his way when moved. "And - and I assure you, Mrs. Bunting, that I hardly have to speak to a human being - especially to a woman" (and he had drawn in his breath with a hissing sound) "before I know exactly what manner of person is before me."
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It hadn't taken the landlady very long to find out that her lodger had a queer kind of fear and dislike of women. When she was doing the staircase and landings she would often hear Mr. Sleuth reading aloud to himself passages in the Bible that were very uncomplimentary to her sex. But Mrs. Bunting had no very great opinion of her sister woman, so that didn't put her out. Besides, where one's lodger is concerned, a dislike of women is better than - well, than the other thing.
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Friday, October 12, 2007
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You know there is a little village of charcoal-burners at that place, who make large quantities of charcoal. What the murderer did was to come here at midday, when there was nobody at the pavilion, and attempt his robbery."
"But what robbery? - Where do you see any signs of robbery? What proves to you that a robbery has been committed?" we all cried at once. "What put me on the trace of it," continued the journalist...
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Was this?" interrupted Monsieur de Marquet, still on his knees.
"Evidently," said Rouletabille.
And Monsieur de Marquet explained that there were on the dust of the pavement marks of two footsteps, as well as the impression, freshly-made, of a heavy rectangular parcel, the marks of the cord with which it had been fastened being easily distinguished.
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You know there is a little village of charcoal-burners at that place, who make large quantities of charcoal. What the murderer did was to come here at midday, when there was nobody at the pavilion, and attempt his robbery."
"But what robbery? - Where do you see any signs of robbery? What proves to you that a robbery has been committed?" we all cried at once. "What put me on the trace of it," continued the journalist...
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Was this?" interrupted Monsieur de Marquet, still on his knees.
"Evidently," said Rouletabille.
And Monsieur de Marquet explained that there were on the dust of the pavement marks of two footsteps, as well as the impression, freshly-made, of a heavy rectangular parcel, the marks of the cord with which it had been fastened being easily distinguished.
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
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The time has come for us to escape," he whispered, turning to his father. "The Shark is fast asleep. The sea is calm and the night is as bright as day. Follow me closely, dear Father, and we shall soon be saved."
No sooner said than done. They climbed up the throat of the monster till they came to that immense open mouth. There they had to walk on tiptoes, for if they tickled the Shark's long tongue he might awaken--and where would they be then? The tongue was so wide and so long that
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looked like a country road. The two fugitives were just about to dive into the sea when the Shark sneezed very suddenly and, as he sneezed, he gave Pinocchio and Geppetto such a jolt that they found themselves thrown on their backs and dashed once more and very unceremoniously into the stomach of the monster.
To make matters worse, the candle went out and father and son were left in the dark.
"And now?" asked Pinocchio with a serious face.
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The time has come for us to escape," he whispered, turning to his father. "The Shark is fast asleep. The sea is calm and the night is as bright as day. Follow me closely, dear Father, and we shall soon be saved."
No sooner said than done. They climbed up the throat of the monster till they came to that immense open mouth. There they had to walk on tiptoes, for if they tickled the Shark's long tongue he might awaken--and where would they be then? The tongue was so wide and so long that
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looked like a country road. The two fugitives were just about to dive into the sea when the Shark sneezed very suddenly and, as he sneezed, he gave Pinocchio and Geppetto such a jolt that they found themselves thrown on their backs and dashed once more and very unceremoniously into the stomach of the monster.
To make matters worse, the candle went out and father and son were left in the dark.
"And now?" asked Pinocchio with a serious face.
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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It was the voice of Mademoiselle, crying "Murder! - murder! - help!" Immediately afterwards revolver shots rang out and there was a great noise of tables and furniture being thrown to the ground, as if in the course of a struggle, and again the voice of Mademoiselle calling, "Murder! - help! - Papa! - Papa! -"
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"'You may be sure that we quickly sprang up and that Monsieur Stangerson and I threw ourselves upon the door. But alas! it was locked, fast locked, on the inside, by the care of Mademoiselle, as I have told you, with key and bolt. We tried to force it open, but it remained firm. Monsieur Stangerson was like a madman, and truly, it was enough to make him one, for we heard Mademoiselle still calling "Help! - help!"
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It was the voice of Mademoiselle, crying "Murder! - murder! - help!" Immediately afterwards revolver shots rang out and there was a great noise of tables and furniture being thrown to the ground, as if in the course of a struggle, and again the voice of Mademoiselle calling, "Murder! - help! - Papa! - Papa! -"
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"'You may be sure that we quickly sprang up and that Monsieur Stangerson and I threw ourselves upon the door. But alas! it was locked, fast locked, on the inside, by the care of Mademoiselle, as I have told you, with key and bolt. We tried to force it open, but it remained firm. Monsieur Stangerson was like a madman, and truly, it was enough to make him one, for we heard Mademoiselle still calling "Help! - help!"
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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我只是名副其实的陈可心”她不是谁的侧妃，更不是任何人的附属品，她只是她，来自21世纪的陈可心。
“我说得对吗？拉比王子”她下马威似的故意扭头问向身边的拉比，望着拉比的眼里多了一份得意。
她漫不经心的话让端坐在正妃椅上的卡巴瑟，大大松了一口气，可是更大的嫉妒却又把她瞬间淹没。不是贵族也可以成为王子的侧妃？她忍不住望向心虚的玛里王
现场一阵骚动，全围绕着巴比伦王子的侧妃不是贵族的话题
而一双得暗红色双眼正饱含笑意的看着不远处的两人
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“看来，连巴比伦王子也搞不定你这小女人”伊新那木优哉游哉的喝着女人新添的美酒，心情大好。
“殿下是开玩笑吧”玛里王抬起酒杯，自作风流的敬了拉比一杯，“巴比伦最瞩目王子，侧妃居然不是贵族？”
国王的问话，让看好戏的众人不约而同的望向拉比，
拉比绞着笑容，冷静的不带任何波动。可是坐在她旁边的可心却感到某名的冷。
“是开玩笑吗？”拉比夹着可心下巴暗暗威胁。手上的力道惩罚性的不断加重
可心痛的龇牙咧嘴。还不得不忍受着拉比在她眼前上演深情好男人的戏码。
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我只是名副其实的陈可心”她不是谁的侧妃，更不是任何人的附属品，她只是她，来自21世纪的陈可心。
“我说得对吗？拉比王子”她下马威似的故意扭头问向身边的拉比，望着拉比的眼里多了一份得意。
她漫不经心的话让端坐在正妃椅上的卡巴瑟，大大松了一口气，可是更大的嫉妒却又把她瞬间淹没。不是贵族也可以成为王子的侧妃？她忍不住望向心虚的玛里王
现场一阵骚动，全围绕着巴比伦王子的侧妃不是贵族的话题
而一双得暗红色双眼正饱含笑意的看着不远处的两人
Marc Chagall Painting
“看来，连巴比伦王子也搞不定你这小女人”伊新那木优哉游哉的喝着女人新添的美酒，心情大好。
“殿下是开玩笑吧”玛里王抬起酒杯，自作风流的敬了拉比一杯，“巴比伦最瞩目王子，侧妃居然不是贵族？”
国王的问话，让看好戏的众人不约而同的望向拉比，
拉比绞着笑容，冷静的不带任何波动。可是坐在她旁边的可心却感到某名的冷。
“是开玩笑吗？”拉比夹着可心下巴暗暗威胁。手上的力道惩罚性的不断加重
可心痛的龇牙咧嘴。还不得不忍受着拉比在她眼前上演深情好男人的戏码。
Marc Chagall Painting
Monday, October 8, 2007
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Marc Chagall Painting
胤禟将雪纸压在书册下，看着这个表妹使唤着下人在火炉里添了碳和檀香，又要了张羊毛毯子盖在腿上，方才安稳地坐下正视自己道：“表哥，听说我那位表嫂从盛京回来了，真可惜那晚装病没来，错过了场好戏。”
胤禟好笑的看着这个自小便娇纵跋扈的表妹，她说话从来都是这么直率，不加掩饰。“婷媛，我知道你讨厌尘芳，但也没必要在我面前表现的这般明显吧？”
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婷媛撇着嘴，又道：“适才在书房外看到你那庶福晋，小崔子把她挡在了门外。怎么？正经主子回来了，那些个影子是不是就都嫌碍事了？”
胤禟暗暗呻吟了声，不耐道：“快过年了，你府里就不忙吗？偏跑我这里来嚼舌头。”
“看着家里那位整天沮丧着脸，谁还有心思操办过年的事情，我若再不出来透透气，早晚要憋出病来。”婷媛发着牢骚，忽然看到他书案上的麒麟白玉衡川笔架，眼前一亮，走过去拿在手中细细鉴赏了番，道：“表哥，这就给我吧，我家那位一定喜欢。”
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胤禟将雪纸压在书册下，看着这个表妹使唤着下人在火炉里添了碳和檀香，又要了张羊毛毯子盖在腿上，方才安稳地坐下正视自己道：“表哥，听说我那位表嫂从盛京回来了，真可惜那晚装病没来，错过了场好戏。”
胤禟好笑的看着这个自小便娇纵跋扈的表妹，她说话从来都是这么直率，不加掩饰。“婷媛，我知道你讨厌尘芳，但也没必要在我面前表现的这般明显吧？”
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婷媛撇着嘴，又道：“适才在书房外看到你那庶福晋，小崔子把她挡在了门外。怎么？正经主子回来了，那些个影子是不是就都嫌碍事了？”
胤禟暗暗呻吟了声，不耐道：“快过年了，你府里就不忙吗？偏跑我这里来嚼舌头。”
“看着家里那位整天沮丧着脸，谁还有心思操办过年的事情，我若再不出来透透气，早晚要憋出病来。”婷媛发着牢骚，忽然看到他书案上的麒麟白玉衡川笔架，眼前一亮，走过去拿在手中细细鉴赏了番，道：“表哥，这就给我吧，我家那位一定喜欢。”
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