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类型【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1:弗雷德·冯·温克尔曼 大小:N27iDA9V23493KB 下载:nX454Dvr47916次
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日期:2020-08-06 09:44:10
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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  `Miss Manette, had you any conversation with the prisoner on that passage across the Channel?'
2.  `They had conferred together until the last moment, when it was necessary for the French gentlemen to be landed in their boat.'
3.  With an exclamation of impatience, but with his Un+changeable face, Monseigneur looked out.
4.  `He is English.'
5.  When he had said it, he took a culminating pinch of Snuff, and put his box in his pocket.
6.  An hour and a half limped heavily away in the thief-and-rascal crowded passages below, even though assisted off with mutton pies and ale. The hoarse messenger, uncomfortably seated on a form after taking that refection, had dropped into a doze, when a loud murmur and a rapid tide of people setting up the stairs that led to the court, carried him along with them.

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1.  `Let us collect them together, in the middle of the cell. So! Light them, you!'
2.  `It would be ungenerous to affect not to know that your self-denial is to be referred to your consideration for her father. Her father thanks you.
3.  `There are two other points,' said Mr. Lorry, `on which I am anxious to be instructed. I may go on?
4.  `And has left me,' answered the nephew, `bound to a system that is frightful to me, responsible for it, but powerless in it; seeking to execute the last request of my dear mother's lips, and obey the last look of my dear mother's eyes, which implored file to have mercy and to redress; and tortured by seeking assistance and power in vain?
5.  `To the Devil with all that!' interrupted the other, rolling his eye over the landscape. `I go through no streets and past no fountains. Well?'
6.  `God bless you for your sweet compassion!'

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1.  `When the prisoner came on board, he noticed that my father,' turning her eyes lovingly to him as he stood beside her, was much fatigued and in a very weak state of health. My father was so reduced that I was afraid to take him out of the air, and I had made a bed for him on the deck near the cabin steps, and I sat on the deck at his side to take care of him. There were no other passengers that night, but we four. The prisoner was so good as to beg permission to advise me how I could shelter my father from the wind and weather, better than I had done. I had not known how to do it well, not understanding how the wind would set when we were out of the harbour. He did it for me. He expressed great gentleness and kindness for my father's state, and I am sure he felt it. That was the manner of our beginning to speak together.'
2.  `Monsieur, it is a cell.'
3.  `The pleasure of conversing with you, Monsieur Defarge, recalls to me,' pursued the spy, `that I have the honour of cherishing some interesting associations with your name.'
4.  `You have been a long time coming,' said the Marquis, with a smile.
5.   `Your confidence in me ought to be returned with full confidence on my part. My present name, though but slightly changed from my mother's, is not, as you will remember, my Own. I wish to tell you what that is, and why I am in England.'
6.  `You are good enough to say so, as a fashion of speech; hut, I don't mean any fashion of speech. Indeed, when I say I wish we might be friends, I scarcely mean quite that, either.'

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1.  `Willingly, sir,' said Monsieur Defarge, and quietly stepped with him to the door.
2.  `I was saying to madame, with whom I had the pleasure of chatting when you entered, that they tell me there is--and no wonder!--much sympathy and anger in Saint Antoine, touching the unhappy fate of poor Gaspard.'
3.  Then he began grumbling again:
4、  `Jerry! Jerry!' Mr. Lorry was already calling at the door when he got there.
5、  The wine was red wine, and had stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine, in Paris, where it was spilled. It had stained many hands, too, and many faces, and many naked feet, and many wooden shoes. The hands of the man who sawed the wood, left red marks on the billets; and the forehead of the woman who nursed her baby, was stained with the stain of the old rag she wound about her head again. Those who had been greedy with the staves of the cask, had acquired a tigerish smear about the mouth; and one tall joker so besmirched, his head more out of a long squalid bag of a night-cap than in it, scrawled upon a wall with his finger dipped in muddy wine-lees--BLOOD.

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  • 张子栋 08-05

      `What the devil do you do in that galley there?' said Monsieur Defarge to himself; `I don't know you.'

  • 冯维利 08-05

      The mender of roads, blue cap in hand, wiped his swarthy forehead with it, and said, `Where shall I commence, monsieur?'

  • 甘薇 08-05

       `And you were cut out for a bachelor,' pursued Miss Pross, `before you were put in your cradle.'

  • 高瑞锋 08-05

      `Your clemency, Monseigneur! He was not of this part of the country. Of all the days of my life, I never saw him.'

  • 王沧江 08-04

    {  `Porter wanted!'

  • 郑慧 08-03

      `If you please, sir.'}

  • 郭振纲 08-03

      Saint Antoine had been, that morning, a vast dusky mass of scarecrows heaving to and fro, with frequent gleams of light above the billowy heads, where steel blades and bayonets shone in the sun. A tremendous roar arose from the throat of Saint Antoine, and a forest of naked arms struggled in the air like shrivelled branches of trees in a winter wind: all the fingers convulsively clutching at every weapon or semblance of a weapon that was thrown up from the depths below, no matter how far off.

  • 吴浩康 08-03

      The Doctor looked desolately round the room, shook his head, and answered, in a low voice, `Not at all.'

  • 郭仁成 08-02

       `I am not going to guess, at five o'clock in the morning, with my brains frying and sputtering in my, head. If you want me to guess, you must ask me to dinner.

  • 陈钢 07-31

    {  `Buried how long?'

  • 马平川 07-31

      `And once again listen, Jacques!' said the kneeling Number Three: his fingers ever wandering over and over those fine nerves, with a strikingly greedy air, as if he hungered for some thing--that was neither food nor drink; `the guard, horse and foot, surrounded the petitioner, and struck him blows. You hear?'

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