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日期:2020-08-12 09:19:42
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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  `No. That was another thing. It stood before my disturbed sense of sight, but it never moved. The phantom that my mind pursued, was another and more real child. Of her outward appearance I know no more than that she was like her mother. The other had that likeness too--as you have--but was not the same. Can you follow me, Lucie? Hardly, I think I `doubt you must have beer, a solitary prisoner to understand these prisoner perplexed distinctions.
2.  `Good!' said the mender of roads, with an air of mystery. `The tall man is lost, and he is sought--how many months? Nine, ten, eleven?'
3.  `Oh! You know I am English.'
4.  `Dear Doctor, will you go out?'
5.  `I don't know,' said the man. `Spies! Yaha! Tst! Spies!'He asked another man. `Who is it?'
6.  `Pardon, Monsieur the Marquis!' said a ragged and submissive man, `it is a child.'

计划指导

1.  The half-dozen who were peering at the chain were still among the wheels, like sheep; the wheels turned so suddenly that they were lucky to save their skins and bones; they had very little else to save, or they might not have been so fortunate.
2.  `Monseigneur, the good God knows; but I don't ask it. My petition is, that a morsel of stone or wood, with my husband's name, may be placed over him to show where he lies. Otherwise, the place will be quickly forgotten, it will never be found when I am dead of the same malady, I shall be laid under some other heap of poor grass. Monseigneur, they are so many, they increase so fast, there is so much want. Monseigneur! Monseigneur!'
3.  He devoted himself during the remainder of the evening to keeping a most vigilant watch on Mrs. Cruncher, and sullenly holding her in conversation that she might be prevented from meditating any petitions to his disadvantage. With this view, he urged his son to hold her in conversation also, and led the unfortunate woman a hard life by dwelling on any causes of complaint lie could bring against her, rather than he would leave her for a moment to her own reflections. The devoutest person could have rendered no greater homage to the efficacy of an honest prayer than he did in this distrust of his Mile. It was as if a professed unbeliever in ghosts should be frightened by a ghost story.
4.  To this distressful emblem of a great distress that had long been growing worse, and was not at its worst, a woman was kneeling. She turned her head as the carriage came up to her, rose quickly, and presented herself at the carriage-door.
5.  `Then you shall likewise know why. I am a disappointed drudge, sir. I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.'
6.  `Can I do anything for you, Mr. Stryver?' asked Mr. Lorry, in his business character.

推荐功能

1.  `I have.'
2.  Waste forces within him, and a desert' all around, this man stood still on his way across a silent terrace, and saw for a moment, lying in the wilderness before him, a mirage of honourable ambition, self-denial, and perseverance. In the fair city of this vision, there were airy galleries from which the loves and graces looked upon him, gardens in which the fruits of life hung ripening, waters of Hope that sparkled in his sight. A moment, and it was gone. Climbing to a high chamber in a well of houses, he threw himself down in his clothes on a neglected bed, and its pillow was wet with wasted tears.
3.  It was the nephew of Monseigneur. He had been some few leagues behind Monseigneur, early in the afternoon. He had diminished the distance rapidly, but not so rapidly as to come up with Monseigneur on the road. He had heard of Monseigneur, at the posting-houses, as being before him.
4.  `Why?'
5.   `Monseigneur, it is true. I had the honour of being passed on the road.'
6.  Now, from the days when it was always summer in Eden, to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way--Charles Darnay's way--the way of the love of a woman.

应用

1.  `Do you ask me for my advice, Mr. Stryver?'
2.  `Monseigneur, the man.'
3.  `I am frightfully confused regarding time and' place; but I am so far mended as to feel that.'
4、  The emphatic horse, cut short by the whip in a most decided negative, made a decided scramble for it, and the three other horses followed suit. Once more, the Dover mail struggled on, with the jack-boots of its passengers squashing along by its side. They had stopped when the coach stopped, and they kept close company with it. If any one of the three had had the hardihood to propose to another to walk on a little ahead into the mist and darkness, he would have put himself in a fair way of getting shot instantly as a highwayman.
5、  Mr. Lorry handed him a paper through the throng. `Quick! Have you got it?'

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  • 昂立 08-11

      `Am I not?' Mr. Lorry opened his hands, and extended them outwards with an argumentative smile.

  • 谢燕南 08-11

      His hands released her as he uttered this cry, and went up to his white hair, which they tore in a frenzy. It died out, as everything but his shoemaking did die out of him, and he refolded his little packet and tried to secure it in his breast; but he still looked at her, and gloomily shook his head.

  • 夏吉侃 08-11

       He unshaded his face after a little while, and spoke steadily. `Don't be afraid to hear me. Don't shrink from anything

  • 李帆 08-11

      He answered, in a tone that went to every heart, `A long imprisonment.'

  • 拉尔敦 08-10

    {  `He has paid all, Monseigneur. He is dead.'`Well! He is quiet. Can I restore him to you?'

  • 阳岳球 08-09

      `Were you travelling alone, Mr. Lorry, or with any companion?'}

  • 伏晴艳 08-09

      The Stryver clerk, who never assisted at these conferences, had gone home, and the Stryver principal opened the door. He had his slippers on, and a loose bed-gown, and his throat was bare for his greater ease. He had that rather wild, strained, seared marking about the eyes, which may be observed in all free livers of his class, from the portrait of Jeffries downward, and which can be traced, under various disguises of Art, through the portraits of every Drinking Age.

  • 安德鲁·大卫森 08-09

      He and the mender of roads sat on the heap of stones looking silently at one another, with the hail driving in between them like a pigmy charge of bayonets, until the sky began to clear over the village.

  • 张建忠 08-08

       `Afraid?'

  • 陈富根 08-06

    {  `Halloa' the guard replied.`What o'clock do you make it, Joe?'`Ten minutes, good, past eleven.'

  • 安-海切 08-06

      `The worst.'

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