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Gustav Klimt The Kiss
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Fanny's thoughts were now all engrossed by the two who had left her so long ago, and getting quite impatient, she resolved to go in search of them. She followed their steps along the bottom walk, and had just turned up into another, when the voice and the laugh of Miss Crawford once more caught her ear; the sound approached, and a few more windings brought them before her. They were just returned into the wilderness from the park, to which a sidegate, not fastened, had tempted them very soon after their leaving her, and they had been across a portion of the park into the
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avenue which Fanny had been hoping the whole morning to reach at last, and had been sitting down under one of the trees. This was their history. It was evident that they had been spending their time pleasantly, and were not aware of the length of their absence. Fanny's best consolation was in being assured that Edmund had wished for her very much, and that he should certainly have come back for her, had she not been tired already; but this was not quite sufficient to do away with the pain of

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Gustav Klimt The Kiss
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William Bouguereau
¡¡¡¡Jo heard, but Amy was just struggling to her feet, and did not catch a word. Jo glanced over her shoulder, and the little demon she was harbouring said in her ear: `No matter whether she heard or not, let her take care of herself.' Laurie had vanished round the bend; Jo was just at the turn, and Amy, far behind, striking out towards the smoother ice in the middle of the river. For a minute Jo stood still, with a strange feeling at her heart; then she resolved to go
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on, but something held and turned her round, just in time to see Amy throw up her hands and go down, with a sudden crash of rotten ice, the splash of water, and a cry that made Jo's heart stand still with fear. She tried to call Laurie, but her voice was gone; she tried to rush forward, but her feet seemed to have no strength in them; and, for a second, she could only stand motionless, staring, with a terror-stricken face, at the little blue hood above the black water. Something rushed swiftly by her, and Laurie's voice cried out: `Bring a rail; quick, quick!'

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Lucy looked round her. They were in a small room evidently designed to be used as a study, but equally evidently not used as such for a very long time. There were piles of dusty papers on the desk and cobwebs festooned from the corners of the ceiling. The air smelt damp and musty.
"Do you want me to clean this room?" she asked.
Old Mr. Crackenthorpe shook his head fiercely.
"No, you don't! I keep this room locked up. Emma would like to fiddle about in here, but I don't let her. It's my room. See these stones? They're geological specimens."
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Lucy looked at a collection of twelve or fourteen lumps of rock, some polished and some rough.
"Lovely," she said kindly. "Most interesting."
"You're quite right. They are interesting. You're an intelligent girl. I don't show them to everybody. I'll show you some more things."
"It's very kind of you, but I ought really to get on with what I was doing. With six people in the house –"
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Nevertheless，there was a very real danger that on the death of yoursister-in-law he might，in his loneliness，turn to this beautiful girl forsympathy and comfort and it might end-as so often happens with elderlymen-in his marrying her.Your fear was increased by your knowledge of MissGrey.You are，I fancy，an excellent，if somewhat cynical judge ofcharacter.You judged，whether correctly or not，that Miss Grey was a type ofyoung woman "on the make".You had no doubt that she would jump at the chanceof becoming Lady Clarke.Your brother was an extremely healthy and vigorousman.There might be children and your chance of inheriting your brother'swealth would vanish.
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"You have been，I fancy，in essence a disappointed man all your life.Youhave been the rolling stone-and you have gathered very little moss.You werebitterly jealous of your brother's wealth. "I repeat then that，turning over various schemes in your mind，yourmeeting with Mr Cust gave you an idea.His bombastic Christian names，hisaccount of his epileptic seizures and of his headaches，his whole shrinkingand insignificant personality，struck you as fitting him for the tool youwanted.The whole alphabetical plan sprang into your mind-Cust's initials-thefact that your brother's name began with a C and that he lived at Churstonwere the nucleus of the scheme.You even went so far as to hint to Cust athis possible end-though you could hardly hope that that suggestion wouldbear the rich fruit that it did!
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She pulled off the little white woolen cap she was wearing and threw iton the ground.I could see her better now as she turned a little so that thelight fell on her. My first impression was of the Dutch dolls that my sisters used to playwith in my childhood.Her hair was black and cut in a straight bob and a bangacross the forehead.Her cheek-bones were high and her whole figure had aqueer modern angularity that was not，somehow，unattractive.She was notgood-looking-plain rather-but there was an intensity about her，aforcefulness that made her a person quite impossible to overlook. "You are Miss Barnard?"I asked. "I am Megan Barnard.You belong to the police，I suppose?"
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"Well，"I said."Not exactly-"She interrupted me. "I don't think I've got anything to say to you.My sister was a nicebright girl with no men friends.Good morning." She gave me a short laugh as she spoke and regarded me challengingly. "That's the correct phrase，I believe?"she said. "I'm not a reporter，if that's what you're getting at." "Well，what are you?"She looked around "Where's mum and dad?" "Your father is showing the police your sister's bedroom.Your mother'sin there.She's very upset." The girl seemed to make a decision. "Come in here，"she said.
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Of course each one of them expected to see the Wizard in the shape he had taken before, and all were greatly surprised when they looked about and saw no one at all in the room. They kept close to the door and closer to one another, for the stillness of the empty room was more dreadful than any of the forms they had seen Oz take.
Presently they heard a Voice, seeming to come
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from somewhere near the top of the great dome, and it said, solemnly.
"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Why do you seek me?"
They looked again in every part of the room, and then, seeing no one, Dorothy asked, "Where are you?"
"I am everywhere," answered the Voice, "but to the eyes of common mortals I am invisible. I will now seat myself upon my throne, that you may converse with me." Indeed, the Voice seemed just then to come straight from the throne itself; so they walked toward it and stood in a row while Dorothy said
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In a little while the measured tread of military men was heard approaching, and the culprits entered the presence in charge of an under-sheriff and escorted by a detail of the king's guard. The civil officer knelt before Tom, then stood aside; the three doomed persons knelt also, and remained so; the guard took position behind Tom's chair. Tom scanned the prisoners curiously. Something about the dress or appearance of the man had stirred a vague memory in him.
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Methinks I have seen this man ere now... but the when or the where fail me"-such was Tom's thought. Just then the man glanced quickly up, and quickly dropped his face again, not being able to endure the awful port of sovereignty; but the one full glimpse of the face, which Tom got, was sufficient. He said to himself: "Now is the matter clear; this is the stranger that plucked Giles Witt out of the Thames, and saved his life that windy, bitter first day of the New Year-a brave, good deed-pity he hath been doing baser ones and got himself in this sad case...
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Tom played with the jeweled dagger that hung upon his thigh; he examined the costly and exquisite ornaments of the room; he tried each of the sumptuous chairs, and thought how proud he would be if the Offal Court herd could only peep in and see him in his grandeur. He wondered if they would believe the marvelous tale he should tell when he got home, or if they would shake their heads, and say his overtaxed imagination had at last upset his reason.
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At the end of half an hour it suddenly occurred to him that the prince was gone a long time; then right away he began to feel lonely; very soon he fell to listening and longing, and ceased to toy with the pretty things about him; he grew uneasy, then restless, then distressed.
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The young man resented the tart, short tone. "Poor little girl!" he said to himself tenderly. "That's what it is having a stepmother, instead of a proper mother." But he obeyed Mrs. Bunting, and then he was pleased he had done so, for Daisy looked up, and a bright blush came over her pretty face.
"Joe begs you won't stop yet awhile. Go on with your reading," commanded Mrs. Bunting quickly. "Now, Joe, you can go and sit over there, close to Daisy, and then you won't miss a word."
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There was a sarcastic inflection in her voice, even Chandler noticed that, but he obeyed her with alacrity, and crossing the room he went and sat on a chair just behind Daisy. From there he could note with reverent delight the charming way her fair hair grew upwards from the nape of her slender neck.
"The AVENGER: A THE-O-RY"
began Daisy again, clearing her throat.
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About five o'clock, after the street lamps were well alight, Mr. Sleuth went out, and that same evening there came two parcels addressed to his landlady. These parcels contained clothes. But it was quite clear to Mrs. Bunting's eyes that they were not new clothes. In fact, they had evidently been bought in some good second-hand clothes-shop. A funny thing for a real gentleman like Mr. Sleuth to do! It proved that he had given up all hope of getting back his lost luggage.
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When the lodger had gone out he had not taken his bag with him, of that Mrs. Bunting was positive. And yet, though she searched high and low for it, she could not find the place where Mr. Sleuth kept it. And at last, had it not been that she was a very clear-headed woman, with a good memory, she would have been disposed to think that the bag had never existed, save in her imagination.
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"You'll certainly not find the motive there, Monsieur Dax," Monsieur Stangerson said with a cold smile.
"In any case, the motive was not theft!" said the Chief impatiently.
"Oh! we are quite convinced of that!" cried the examining magistrate.
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At that moment the door of the laboratory opened and the officer in charge of the gendarmes entered and handed a card to the examining magistrate. Monsieur de Marquet read it and uttered a half angry exclamation:
"This is really too much!" he cried.
"What is it?" asked the Chief.
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Are my eyes really telling me the truth?" answered the old man, rubbing his eyes. "Are you really my own dear Pinocchio?"
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"Yes, yes, yes! It is I! Look at me! And you have forgiven me, haven't you? Oh, my dear Father, how good you are! And to think that I--Oh, but if you only knew how many misfortunes have fallen on my head and how many troubles I have had! Just think that on the day you sold your old coat to buy me my A-B-C book so that I could go to school, I ran away to the Marionette Theater and the proprietor caught
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who took me to the Inn of the Red Lobster. There they ate like wolves and I left the Inn alone and I met the Assassins in the wood. I ran and they ran after me, always after me, till they hanged me to the branch of a giant oak tree. Then the Fairy of the Azure Hair sent the coach to rescue me and the doctors, after looking at me, said, `If he is not dead, then he is surely alive,' and then I told a lie and my nose began to grow. It grew and it grew, till I couldn't get it through the door of the room. And then I went with the Fox and the Cat to the Field of
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sleeping in a chamber adjoining this laboratory. The doctors do not answer for the life of Mdlle. Stangerson."
The impression made on Paris by this news may be easily imagined. Already, at that time, the learned world was deeply interested in the labours of Professor Stangerson and his daughter. These labours - the first that were attempted in
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radiography - served to open the way for Monsieur and Madame Curie to the discovery of radium. It was expected the Professor would shortly read to the Academy of Sciences a sensational paper on his new theory, - the Dissociation of Matter, - a theory destined to overthrow from its base the whole of official science, which based itself on the
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陛下，刚才的决议全按计划行事”跟巴比伦联合又怎样，结果还不是没有把握，杀了汉姆拉比也许正如大家预前的一样，亚述会放过玛里。私心不断的在伊辛纳木心里涌起，使得他不得不的找借口说服自己，纵使知道这样做所承担的的结果，但脑海中挥之不去的讽刺笑容不断地刺激他脆弱的神经。
玛里王深深看了一眼内心挣扎的伊辛纳木，纵使他不知道什么改变了他的初衷，但是这对于他玛里的国王无非不是一种冒险。他僵硬了给图巴特使了一个眼神，图巴特立刻领命的悄悄从殿中退出。看着暗自退场的图巴特，伊辛纳木立刻后悔了，暗红的双眼仿佛预示了一个个处在水生火热的玛里人。为了自己的私心，为了一个别人怀中的女人，他的一句话，压下了全城人的生命。
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好了，今天不说国事”玛里王站起来，打断短暂的沉默，举着杯子说道
“来，我们为玛里与巴比伦的繁荣干杯，敬我们伟大的天神”
“天神”心怀鬼胎的众人应声站起
举杯的可心看了一眼离自己不远的伊辛纳木，刚才的一瞥让她知道自己的买主原来是那么的英俊和年轻，第一次遇见的脸孔已经渐渐的模糊，取代的是他一头特立独行的红发，可心暗自偷笑，想起他被自己耍的蠢样，好奇的双眼情不自禁得偷瞄起他来. Modern Art Painting

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“我是不是快死了？”尘芳攀着他的脖子，睁着双美目疑惑道：“所以你才对我这般好？若是这样，我宁愿得了绝症，你日日都待我这般好。”
“傻瓜！”胤禟将她紧紧搂住，痛得只想将她溶进自己的骨血里。“你怎么会死？我不允许你死！你的病不碍事，我会给你请最好的大夫，给你用最好的药。！”
“我知道。”尘芳哽咽，这个男人总想将天下间最好的给自己，其实最好的她早已得到。
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今日是农历十二月二十八，无论是平民百姓还是王公大臣都为了即将到来的新年而忙碌。胤禟坐在书房里，看着手中雪纸上的四行娟秀小楷发怔——“一年三百六十日，夜夜心煎到晨熙，春光无限能几时，一朝分离君不知。”
她真得如此度日如年吗？今晨自她的床上醒来，就像从冰土中破泥而出的青草，整个身心都充斥着微弱却又富有生机的喜悦，支起身，见她坐在镜前梳妆，描眉、上胭脂，一举一动都似四月的微风吹拂过心头，暖意洋洋。
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金多多沉默了一会儿，轻轻开口说：“艳红姐，要是再让你遇上那人，你会怎么样？骂他一顿还是会打他一顿？”如果一定要这样才能解了艳红姐的心头恨，她会帮她的。
“之前是想着要怎么狠狠地报复他，可现在才知道原来再见到他时已经是毫无感觉了。”
“真的能忘得一干二净？只怕你再见到他时就不会这么想了。”金多多知道那人把艳红姐伤得有多重，让她从一个满怀希望的天真少女变成一个放荡不羁的妖妇。
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“嘿嘿，就是因为见到他了才会这样想。”她也一直以为只有狠狠地报复才能弥补她当年受的伤，可昨日在街上见到那人时，她却只对他欲言又止的纠缠感到厌烦。
“啊，你见到他了？都说了些什么？”金多多有些惊讶，但想想也是，都在京城里住着，难免会有碰头的时候。只是想不到一向爱憎分明的艳红姐竟会如此看得开。
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长公主和柳无烟依然是遥送秋波而非秉烛夜谈。知道古人不习惯速食爱情，所以我也没说什么，只是兴高采烈地拉着长公主，把绯红、召涵留在南京跟随魏进身畔。带着绿萼及陈一、陈二并侍卫二十人，与长公主府一行，在耽搁了半个月后从水路正式向长沙挺进。
除去一路上的艰辛不说，十日便抵达长沙——这个在大汉朝约位列第七重城的我的家乡。
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然而……看到一些似是而非的景观，所有的思乡因子一下子全都胎死腹中，受到的打击可想而知。
岳麓书院是有的，可是和六百年后的21世纪有很大程度的不同。至少……它是原装的，而我们花三十块去参观的却是整容数十次……甚至数百次后的翻版。
桔子洲也是有的，上面却是乱草丛生，没亭没阁，根本是个不毛之地。
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站到亭子外头行礼打千，一脸的笑意：“耽搁娘娘休息了，陛下给娘娘来信了，卑职不敢耽误，特呈娘娘亲启。”绿萼连忙接过信递了过来，我随手接过一看，不由得好笑，估计嘉靖也没写私信情书的经历，信封上一片空白，却在背面郑重地加盖玉玺封口，感觉十分的滑稽与搞笑。
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抬头一看绿萼、周勃都已识趣地退下了，满眼笑意地启开信封，里头却有两叠信纸。想了想，拿起厚的那一叠，却是洋洋洒洒的几页，开头便是“小伶雪玩得可好？你倒好，在外头逍遥快活，我却每天极其无趣地处理奏折，你好狠的心……”呵，又闹了个笑意满怀。分明是乐在其中，却拿这个来向我讨喜，可以想象得到他写信时那装模作样眉头紧锁的苦恼样子。
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待太后坐定，我和长公主退到正前方排排站着，正准备行礼，太后连连挥手：“罢了罢了，都是自家孩子，甭用外人那一套虚礼拘着了，玉儿一旁坐着吧，伶雪，坐哀家这边来。咱娘儿俩好久没见了，好生说会子话。”我一时竟手足无措，不解地望着太后。长公主暗地里拉拉我衣角，嘴上却娇笑：“母后好生偏心，敢情伶雪是您的宝贝，儿臣就不是了？”太后扑哧一笑：“对，谁叫你这么久巴着她不放？”
我什么时候成了香饽饽了？扭扭捏捏地走到锦榻前侧坐，拽着太后的衣袖只是不依：“娘娘，您这不是折杀伶雪吗？”转目间不经意发现，跪着的少妇竟似吃了一惊，跪着的身子僵了僵，很快便恢复了，仍是不动。
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我大惊，心里有了底，总算是大半明白太后这回唱的是哪一出了，嘴上却装作不经意地问：“娘娘，这边这位是……”太后轻轻一掌额头：“你看哀家这记性，老了，不中用了，信王‘侧妃’，快起来吧，哀家上了年纪不大记事，‘侧’妃体谅啊！”太后，这回你装过了吧，四十不到的人，哪会就赶上那更年期了呢？那侧妃刘氏只是连叩三下：“臣妾不敢，太后仙福永享，凤体安康。”好糯的声音，软软的，让人不自觉从骨子里酥软起来，听这声音，便有几分当祸水的本钱。仙福永享？我还寿与天齐呢！你是神龙教出来的吧？没创意。太后抚了抚眉，笑道：“仙福哀家就不指望了，起吧！你刚刚回来，见见御赐的信王‘正’妃吧！”
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不过眼前嘛……
狂倒……
还在津津有味地说？难道他是远视眼、散光眼，没看到面前的我已经是标准的“樱木花道式眯眼+滴汗”的表情了吗？真是的！太无语了我！砍S！
如果现在不是放学以后，如果现在不是在学校的花园里面，如果现在不是周围有N多人，我一定一早就用拽着的小说对准那张可恶的笑脸狠很K过去了，看他还笑不笑得出来！
不过，为了我可爱的淑女形象……
好，算你狠！我忍了！
可是总不能傻站在这儿继续受他“荼毒”吧？再说了，别人看他一脸的兴高采烈，还以为我们谈得多投机呢，说不准还得有什么流言蜚语传开来……唔，那可就不好玩了，麻烦！而且若是让谢娜看到……
哇哇！那可不是一般的麻烦！她爱找麻烦的个性和无理取闹的本事可是随便哪个路人甲都知道的呢。尤其是针对那些“情敌”，她对林昊可迷恋得金哪！
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