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That was a great advance for the lad. She didn't thank him; still, he felt gratified that she had accepted his assistance, and ventured to stand behind as she examined them, and even to stoop and point out what struck his fancy in certain old pictures which they contained; nor was he daunted by the saucy style in which she jerked the page from his finger: he contented himself with going a bit farther back, and looking at her instead of the book. She continued reading, or seeking for something to read. His attention became, by degrees, quite centred in the study of her thick, silky curls: her face he couldn't see, and she couldn't see him. And, perhaps, not quite awake to what he did, but attracted like a child to a candle, at last he proceeded from staring to touching; he put out his hand and stroked one curl, as gently as if it were a bird. He might have stuck a knife into her neck, she started round in such a taking.
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`"Get away, this moment! How dare you touch me? Why are you stopping there?" she cried, in a tone of disgust. "I can't endure you! I'll go upstairs again, if you come near me."
`Mr Hareton recoiled, looking as foolish as he could do: he sat down in the settle very quiet, and she continued turning over her volumes another half-hour; finally, Earnshaw crossed over, and whispered to me:
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and she ran away, declaring she would never go there any more, not even for the dear piano. No persuasions or enticements could overcome her fears, till the fact coming to Mr. Laurence's ear in some mysterious way, he set about mending matters. During one of the brief calls he made, he artfully led the conversation to music, and talked away about great singers whom he had seen, fine organs he had heard, and told such charming anecdotes that Beth found it impossible to stay in her distant comer, but crept nearer and nearer, as if fascinated. At the back of his chair she
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stopped, and stood listening, with her great eyes wide open, and her cheeks red with the excitement of this unusual performance. Taking no more notice of her than if she had been a fly, Mr. Laurence talked on about Laurie's lessons and teachers; and presently, as if the idea had just occurred to him, he said to Mrs. March: ¡¡¡¡`The boy neglects his music now, and I'm glad of it, for he was getting too fond of it. But the piano suffers for want of use. Wouldn't some of your girls like to run over, and practise on it now and then, just to keep it in tune, you know, ma'am?' ¡¡¡¡Beth took a step forward, and pressed her hands tightly together to keep from clapping them, for this was an irresistible temptation; and the thought of practising on that splendid instrument quite took her breath away. Before Mrs. March could reply, Mr. Laurence went on with an odd little nod and smile:
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and she ran away, declaring she would never go there any more, not even for the dear piano. No persuasions or enticements could overcome her fears, till the fact coming to Mr. Laurence's ear in some mysterious way, he set about mending matters. During one of the brief calls he made, he artfully led the conversation to music, and talked away about great singers whom he had seen, fine organs he had heard, and told such charming anecdotes that Beth found it impossible to stay in her distant comer, but crept nearer and nearer, as if fascinated. At the back of his chair she
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stopped, and stood listening, with her great eyes wide open, and her cheeks red with the excitement of this unusual performance. Taking no more notice of her than if she had been a fly, Mr. Laurence talked on about Laurie's lessons and teachers; and presently, as if the idea had just occurred to him, he said to Mrs. March: ¡¡¡¡`The boy neglects his music now, and I'm glad of it, for he was getting too fond of it. But the piano suffers for want of use. Wouldn't some of your girls like to run over, and practise on it now and then, just to keep it in tune, you know, ma'am?' ¡¡¡¡Beth took a step forward, and pressed her hands tightly together to keep from clapping them, for this was an irresistible temptation; and the thought of practising on that splendid instrument quite took her breath away. Before Mrs. March could reply, Mr. Laurence went on with an odd little nod and smile:
Monday, December 31, 2007
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jealousy even of Death. How I felt as if its might would push me from my ground in Dora's thoughts. How I was, in a grudging way I have no words for, envious of her grief. How it made me restless to think of her weeping to others, or being consoled by others. How I had a grasping, avaricious wish to shut out everybody from her but myself, and to be all in all to her, at that unseasonable time of all times. ¡¡¡¡In the trouble of this state of mind - not exclusively my own, I hope, but known to others - I went down to Norwood that night; and finding from one of the servants, when I made my inquiries at the door, that Miss Mills was there, got my aunt to direct a letter to her, which I wrote. I deplored the untimely death of Mr. Spenlow, most sincerely, and shed tears in doing so.
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I entreated her to tell Dora, if Dora were in a state to hear it, that he had spoken to me with the utmost kindness and consideration; and had coupled nothing but tenderness, not a single or reproachful word, with her name. I know I did this selfishly, to have my name brought before her; but I tried to believe it was an act of justice to his memory. Perhaps I did believe it. ¡¡¡¡My aunt received a few lines next day in reply; addressed, outside, to her; within, to me. Dora was overcome by grief; and when her friend had asked her should she send her love to me, had only cried, as she was always crying, 'Oh, dear papa! oh, poor papa!' But she had not said No, and that I made the most of.
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jealousy even of Death. How I felt as if its might would push me from my ground in Dora's thoughts. How I was, in a grudging way I have no words for, envious of her grief. How it made me restless to think of her weeping to others, or being consoled by others. How I had a grasping, avaricious wish to shut out everybody from her but myself, and to be all in all to her, at that unseasonable time of all times. ¡¡¡¡In the trouble of this state of mind - not exclusively my own, I hope, but known to others - I went down to Norwood that night; and finding from one of the servants, when I made my inquiries at the door, that Miss Mills was there, got my aunt to direct a letter to her, which I wrote. I deplored the untimely death of Mr. Spenlow, most sincerely, and shed tears in doing so.
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I entreated her to tell Dora, if Dora were in a state to hear it, that he had spoken to me with the utmost kindness and consideration; and had coupled nothing but tenderness, not a single or reproachful word, with her name. I know I did this selfishly, to have my name brought before her; but I tried to believe it was an act of justice to his memory. Perhaps I did believe it. ¡¡¡¡My aunt received a few lines next day in reply; addressed, outside, to her; within, to me. Dora was overcome by grief; and when her friend had asked her should she send her love to me, had only cried, as she was always crying, 'Oh, dear papa! oh, poor papa!' But she had not said No, and that I made the most of.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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"She may have had a child before she adopted a stage life," said Craddock. "During the war, for instance."
"Ah! Dans la guerre. That is always possible. But if so, I know nothing about it."
"Who amongst the other girls were her closest friends?"
"I can give you two or three names – but she was not very intimate with anyone."
They could get nothing else useful from Madame Joliet.
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Shown the compact, she said Anna had one of that kind, but so had most of the other girls. Anna had perhaps bought a fur coat in London – she did not know. "Me, I occupy myself with the rehearsals, with the stage lighting, with all the difficulties of my business. I have not time to notice what my artists wear."
After Madame Joliet, they interviewed the girls whose names she had given them. One or two of them had known Anna fairly well, but they all said that she had not been one to talk much about herself, and that when she did, it was, so one girl said, mostly lies.
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"She may have had a child before she adopted a stage life," said Craddock. "During the war, for instance."
"Ah! Dans la guerre. That is always possible. But if so, I know nothing about it."
"Who amongst the other girls were her closest friends?"
"I can give you two or three names – but she was not very intimate with anyone."
They could get nothing else useful from Madame Joliet.
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Shown the compact, she said Anna had one of that kind, but so had most of the other girls. Anna had perhaps bought a fur coat in London – she did not know. "Me, I occupy myself with the rehearsals, with the stage lighting, with all the difficulties of my business. I have not time to notice what my artists wear."
After Madame Joliet, they interviewed the girls whose names she had given them. One or two of them had known Anna fairly well, but they all said that she had not been one to talk much about herself, and that when she did, it was, so one girl said, mostly lies.
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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Tom gave it to him. "Thank you.I shall probably be calling round in the course of the day.Ineed hardly tell you to be careful of your manner if you come across thisCust." He rose and shook hands. "You may be quite satisfied you did the right thing in coming to us.Goodmorning，Mr Hartigan." "Well，sir?"asked Jacobs，re-entering the room a few minutes later. "Think it's the goods?" "It's promising，"said Inspector Crome. "That is，if the facts are as the boy stated them.We've had no luck withthe stocking manufacturers yet.It was time we got hold of something.By theway，give me that file of the Churston case."
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He spent some minutes looking for what he wanted. "Ah，here it is.It's amongst the statements made to the Torquay police. Young man of the name of Hill.Deposes he was leaving the TorquayPalladium after the film Not a Sparrow and noticed a man behaving queerly.Hewas talking to himself.Hill heard him say "That's an idea."Not a Sparrow-that's the film that was on at the Regal in Doncaster?" "Yes，sir." "There may be something in that.Nothing to it at the time-but it'spossible that the idea of the modus operandi for his next crime occurred toour man then.We've got Hill's name and address，I see.His description of theman is vague but it links up well enough with the descriptions of MaryStroud and this Tom Hartigan......"
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Tom gave it to him. "Thank you.I shall probably be calling round in the course of the day.Ineed hardly tell you to be careful of your manner if you come across thisCust." He rose and shook hands. "You may be quite satisfied you did the right thing in coming to us.Goodmorning，Mr Hartigan." "Well，sir?"asked Jacobs，re-entering the room a few minutes later. "Think it's the goods?" "It's promising，"said Inspector Crome. "That is，if the facts are as the boy stated them.We've had no luck withthe stocking manufacturers yet.It was time we got hold of something.By theway，give me that file of the Churston case."
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He spent some minutes looking for what he wanted. "Ah，here it is.It's amongst the statements made to the Torquay police. Young man of the name of Hill.Deposes he was leaving the TorquayPalladium after the film Not a Sparrow and noticed a man behaving queerly.Hewas talking to himself.Hill heard him say "That's an idea."Not a Sparrow-that's the film that was on at the Regal in Doncaster?" "Yes，sir." "There may be something in that.Nothing to it at the time-but it'spossible that the idea of the modus operandi for his next crime occurred toour man then.We've got Hill's name and address，I see.His description of theman is vague but it links up well enough with the descriptions of MaryStroud and this Tom Hartigan......"
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Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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"Some of the time I love a brunette，Some of the tim I love a blonde(who comes from Eden by way of Sweden). "What could be more revealing?Mais je crois que la blonde l'emporte surla brunette!" "Really，Poirot，"I cried，blushing slightly. "C'est tout naturel.Did you observe how Franklin Clarke was suddenly atone and in sympathy with Mademoiselle Megan?How he learned forward andlooked at her?And did you also notice how very much annoyed MademoiselleThora Grey was about it?And Mr Donald Fraser，he-""Poirot，"I said."Yourmind is incurably sentimental." "That is the last thing my mind is.You are the sentimental one，Hastings." I was about to argue the point hotly，but at that moment the door opened. To my astonishment it was Thora Grey who entered.
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"Forgive me for coming back，"she said composedly."But there wassomething that I think I would like to tell you，M.Poirot." "Certainly，mademoiselle.Sit down，will you not?" She took a seat and hesitated for just a minute as though choosing herwords. "It is just this，M.Poirot.Mr Clarke very generously gave you tounderstand just now that I had left Combeside by my own wish.He is a verykind and loyal person.But as a matter of fact，it is not quite like that. I was quite prepared to stay on-there is any amount of work to be donein connection with the collections.It was Lady Clarke who wished me to leave! I can make allowances.She is a very ill woman，and her brain is somewhatmuddled with the drugs they give her.It makes her suspicious and fanciful.
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"Some of the time I love a brunette，Some of the tim I love a blonde(who comes from Eden by way of Sweden). "What could be more revealing?Mais je crois que la blonde l'emporte surla brunette!" "Really，Poirot，"I cried，blushing slightly. "C'est tout naturel.Did you observe how Franklin Clarke was suddenly atone and in sympathy with Mademoiselle Megan?How he learned forward andlooked at her?And did you also notice how very much annoyed MademoiselleThora Grey was about it?And Mr Donald Fraser，he-""Poirot，"I said."Yourmind is incurably sentimental." "That is the last thing my mind is.You are the sentimental one，Hastings." I was about to argue the point hotly，but at that moment the door opened. To my astonishment it was Thora Grey who entered.
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"Forgive me for coming back，"she said composedly."But there wassomething that I think I would like to tell you，M.Poirot." "Certainly，mademoiselle.Sit down，will you not?" She took a seat and hesitated for just a minute as though choosing herwords. "It is just this，M.Poirot.Mr Clarke very generously gave you tounderstand just now that I had left Combeside by my own wish.He is a verykind and loyal person.But as a matter of fact，it is not quite like that. I was quite prepared to stay on-there is any amount of work to be donein connection with the collections.It was Lady Clarke who wished me to leave! I can make allowances.She is a very ill woman，and her brain is somewhatmuddled with the drugs they give her.It makes her suspicious and fanciful.
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
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one eye that could see far off. She saw all her wolves lying dead, and the strangers still traveling through her country. This made her angrier than before, and she blew her silver whistle twice.
Straightway a great flock of wild crows came flying toward her, enough to darken the sky.
And the Wicked Witch said to the King Crow, "Fly at once to the strangers; peck out their eyes and tear them to pieces."
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The wild crows flew in one great flock toward Dorothy and her companions. When the little girl saw them coming she was afraid.
But the Scarecrow said, "This is my battle, so lie down beside me and you will not be harmed."
So they all lay upon the ground except the Scarecrow, and he stood up and stretched out his arms. And when the crows saw him they were frightened, as these birds always are by scarecrows, and did not dare to come any nearer. But the King Crow said
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one eye that could see far off. She saw all her wolves lying dead, and the strangers still traveling through her country. This made her angrier than before, and she blew her silver whistle twice.
Straightway a great flock of wild crows came flying toward her, enough to darken the sky.
And the Wicked Witch said to the King Crow, "Fly at once to the strangers; peck out their eyes and tear them to pieces."
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The wild crows flew in one great flock toward Dorothy and her companions. When the little girl saw them coming she was afraid.
But the Scarecrow said, "This is my battle, so lie down beside me and you will not be harmed."
So they all lay upon the ground except the Scarecrow, and he stood up and stretched out his arms. And when the crows saw him they were frightened, as these birds always are by scarecrows, and did not dare to come any nearer. But the King Crow said
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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The king was cheerful and happy now, and said to himself, "When I am come to mine own again, I will always honor little children, remembering how that these trusted me and believed in me in my time of trouble; whilst they that were older, and thought themselves wiser, mocked at me and held me for a liar."
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The king was cheerful and happy now, and said to himself, "When I am come to mine own again, I will always honor little children, remembering how that these trusted me and believed in me in my time of trouble; whilst they that were older, and thought themselves wiser, mocked at me and held me for a liar."
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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The hours dragged on. All three felt moody and ill at ease. Daisy knew there was no chance that young Chandler would come in to-day.
About six o'clock Mrs. Bunting went upstairs. She lit the gas in Mr. Sleuth's sitting-room and looked about her with a fearful glance. Somehow everything seemed to speak to her of the lodger, there lay her Bible and his Concordance, side by side on the table, exactly as he had left chew
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when he had come downstairs and suggested that ill-starred expedition to his landlord's daughter. She took few steps forward, listening the while anxiously for the familiar sound of the click in the door which would tell her that the lodger had come back, and then she went over to the window and looked out.
What a cold night for a man to be wandering about, homeless, friendless, and, as she suspected with a pang, with but very little money on him!
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The hours dragged on. All three felt moody and ill at ease. Daisy knew there was no chance that young Chandler would come in to-day.
About six o'clock Mrs. Bunting went upstairs. She lit the gas in Mr. Sleuth's sitting-room and looked about her with a fearful glance. Somehow everything seemed to speak to her of the lodger, there lay her Bible and his Concordance, side by side on the table, exactly as he had left chew
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when he had come downstairs and suggested that ill-starred expedition to his landlord's daughter. She took few steps forward, listening the while anxiously for the familiar sound of the click in the door which would tell her that the lodger had come back, and then she went over to the window and looked out.
What a cold night for a man to be wandering about, homeless, friendless, and, as she suspected with a pang, with but very little money on him!
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Monday, October 15, 2007
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Bunting laid the paper he had been reading down on his knee. "I can't think why he wanted to go out in such weather," he said impatiently.
"Well, it's none of your business, Bunting, now, is it?"
"No, that's true enough. Still, 'twould be a very bad thing for us if anything happened to him. This lodger's the first bit of luck we've had for a terrible long time, Ellen."
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Mrs. Bunting moved a little impatiently in her high chair. She remained silent for a moment. What Bunting had said was too obvious to be worth answering. Also she was listening, following in imagination her lodger's quick, singularity quiet progress - "stealthy" she called it to herself - through the fog-filled, lamp-lit hall. Yes, now he was going up the staircase. What was that Bunting was saying ?
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Bunting laid the paper he had been reading down on his knee. "I can't think why he wanted to go out in such weather," he said impatiently.
"Well, it's none of your business, Bunting, now, is it?"
"No, that's true enough. Still, 'twould be a very bad thing for us if anything happened to him. This lodger's the first bit of luck we've had for a terrible long time, Ellen."
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Mrs. Bunting moved a little impatiently in her high chair. She remained silent for a moment. What Bunting had said was too obvious to be worth answering. Also she was listening, following in imagination her lodger's quick, singularity quiet progress - "stealthy" she called it to herself - through the fog-filled, lamp-lit hall. Yes, now he was going up the staircase. What was that Bunting was saying ?
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
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Yes, sir," she said uncertainly - it was a long, long time since anyone had come after their lodgings, anyone, that is, that they could think of taking into their respectable house.
Instinctively she stepped a little to one side, and the stranger walked past her, and so into the hall.
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And then, for the first time, Mrs. Bunting noticed that he held a narrow bag in his left hand. It was quite a new bag, made of strong brown leather.
"I am looking for some quiet rooms," he said; then he repeated the words, "quiet rooms," in a dreamy, absent way, and as he uttered them he looked nervously round him.
Then his sallow face brightened, for the hall had been carefully furnished, and was very clean.
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Yes, sir," she said uncertainly - it was a long, long time since anyone had come after their lodgings, anyone, that is, that they could think of taking into their respectable house.
Instinctively she stepped a little to one side, and the stranger walked past her, and so into the hall.
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And then, for the first time, Mrs. Bunting noticed that he held a narrow bag in his left hand. It was quite a new bag, made of strong brown leather.
"I am looking for some quiet rooms," he said; then he repeated the words, "quiet rooms," in a dreamy, absent way, and as he uttered them he looked nervously round him.
Then his sallow face brightened, for the hall had been carefully furnished, and was very clean.
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Friday, October 12, 2007
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must take you," said Rouletabille, "so as to enable you to understand, to the various scenes. I myself believe that I have discovered what everybody else is searching for, namely, how the murderer escaped from The Yellow Room, without any accomplice, and without Mademoiselle Stangerson having had anything to do with it. But so long as I am not sure of the real murderer
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I cannot state the theory on which I am working. I can only say that I believe it to be correct and, in any case, a quite natural and simple one. As to what happened in this place three nights ago, I must say it kept me wondering for a whole day and a night. It passes all belief. The theory I have formed from the incident is so absurd that I would rather matters remained as yet unexplained." Van Gogh Painting
must take you," said Rouletabille, "so as to enable you to understand, to the various scenes. I myself believe that I have discovered what everybody else is searching for, namely, how the murderer escaped from The Yellow Room, without any accomplice, and without Mademoiselle Stangerson having had anything to do with it. But so long as I am not sure of the real murderer
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I cannot state the theory on which I am working. I can only say that I believe it to be correct and, in any case, a quite natural and simple one. As to what happened in this place three nights ago, I must say it kept me wondering for a whole day and a night. It passes all belief. The theory I have formed from the incident is so absurd that I would rather matters remained as yet unexplained." Van Gogh Painting
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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Do you want to go with me, then? Yes or no? You must make up your mind."
"No, no, and again no! I have promised my kind Fairy to become a good boy, and I want to keep my word. Just see: The sun is setting and I must leave you and run. Good-by and good luck to you!"
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Home. My good Fairy wants me to return home before night."
"Wait two minutes more."
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It's too late!"
"Only two minutes."
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"And if the Fairy scolds me?"
"Let her scold. After she gets tired, she will stop," said Lamp-Wick.
"Are you going alone or with others?"
"Alone? There will be more than a hundred of us!"
"Will you walk?"
"At midnight the wagon passes here that is to take us within the boundaries of that marvelous country."
"How I wish midnight would strike!"
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Do you want to go with me, then? Yes or no? You must make up your mind."
"No, no, and again no! I have promised my kind Fairy to become a good boy, and I want to keep my word. Just see: The sun is setting and I must leave you and run. Good-by and good luck to you!"
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Home. My good Fairy wants me to return home before night."
"Wait two minutes more."
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It's too late!"
"Only two minutes."
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"And if the Fairy scolds me?"
"Let her scold. After she gets tired, she will stop," said Lamp-Wick.
"Are you going alone or with others?"
"Alone? There will be more than a hundred of us!"
"Will you walk?"
"At midnight the wagon passes here that is to take us within the boundaries of that marvelous country."
"How I wish midnight would strike!"
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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This fortune was a great boon to him; for, though he might have made millions of dollars by exploiting two or three of his chemical discoveries relative to new processes of dyeing, it was always repugnant to him to use for his own private gain the wonderful gift of invention he had received from nature. He considered he owed it to mankind, and all that his genius brought into the world went, by this philosophical view of his duty, into the public lap.
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If he did not try to conceal his satisfaction at coming into possession of this fortune, which enabled him to give himself up to his passion for pure science, he had equally to rejoice, it seemed to him, for another cause. Mademoiselle Stangerson was, at the time when her father returned from America and bought the Glandier estate, twenty years of age.
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This fortune was a great boon to him; for, though he might have made millions of dollars by exploiting two or three of his chemical discoveries relative to new processes of dyeing, it was always repugnant to him to use for his own private gain the wonderful gift of invention he had received from nature. He considered he owed it to mankind, and all that his genius brought into the world went, by this philosophical view of his duty, into the public lap.
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If he did not try to conceal his satisfaction at coming into possession of this fortune, which enabled him to give himself up to his passion for pure science, he had equally to rejoice, it seemed to him, for another cause. Mademoiselle Stangerson was, at the time when her father returned from America and bought the Glandier estate, twenty years of age.
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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“等一下”沙利叫停。却止不住利剑攻势
我下意识的操起桌上的酒杯向他眼睛洒去
他“啊”的一声，眼睛成功被击破。我当下便向他腋下一顶，剑顺势落入我手里
“你该死的，居然偷袭……”
我指着他的喉咙，他矢口
“可心这可是巴比伦特使，你不能对他无理”沙利叫到，阻止我的冒犯
“不要你说话”男子对沙利嚷道，不容她轻蔑他的自尊
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“王子，你看这怎么办”沙利无主向王子求救
“就当是娱性节目”轻描淡写的话，仿佛一切都不重要，一切都不在他眼中，不论别人的生死，他依旧喝着递上的酒，闻着女人的香。
“我无意惹你”我把剑还给他，并不想成为别人口中的娱性节目
“现在无意也不行了”男子一把接过剑，想也不想便向可心刺来，大有不达目的不罢休的意思。
“沙利”我无助的叫道，连连向身后退去。
“可心接着”
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“等一下”沙利叫停。却止不住利剑攻势
我下意识的操起桌上的酒杯向他眼睛洒去
他“啊”的一声，眼睛成功被击破。我当下便向他腋下一顶，剑顺势落入我手里
“你该死的，居然偷袭……”
我指着他的喉咙，他矢口
“可心这可是巴比伦特使，你不能对他无理”沙利叫到，阻止我的冒犯
“不要你说话”男子对沙利嚷道，不容她轻蔑他的自尊
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“王子，你看这怎么办”沙利无主向王子求救
“就当是娱性节目”轻描淡写的话，仿佛一切都不重要，一切都不在他眼中，不论别人的生死，他依旧喝着递上的酒，闻着女人的香。
“我无意惹你”我把剑还给他，并不想成为别人口中的娱性节目
“现在无意也不行了”男子一把接过剑，想也不想便向可心刺来，大有不达目的不罢休的意思。
“沙利”我无助的叫道，连连向身后退去。
“可心接着”
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Monday, October 8, 2007
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那宫女想是吓到了，也不敢出声。
胤礻我仔细一看，不由扯着胤禟小心翼翼道：“九哥，是董鄂家的小跟班。”
“小敏！你怎么了？”听到背后的声音，胤禟没由来的心里发寒。
尘芳跑过来，扶起小敏，替她掸着身上的尘土，问道：“有伤着哪里吗？”
小敏摇摇头，畏惧地看着胤禟。
尘芳转眼看向他，眼神冷漠疏离，“小敏有什么事情得罪了九阿哥吗？惹得您大动肝火。”
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胤禟嗓子里如灌了沙铅般，干涩得难以启齿。一旁的胤礻我道：“这小哑巴挡了九哥的路，活该挨这一脚！”
“小敏不是哑巴，她只是不会说话。”尘芳冷笑道：“是咱们奴婢的不识好歹，下次看到阿哥们，一定躲得远远的。”
“你——别以为有人给你撑腰，就得意忘形了。告诉你，在宫里规矩就是规矩，没人能以下犯上，胡作非为！”胤礻我恶狠狠道。
“是吗？不知道是谁胡作非为，欺凌弱小了！”尘芳毫不嘴软，拉着小敏便走，却被胤禟一把拽住胳膊。
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那宫女想是吓到了，也不敢出声。
胤礻我仔细一看，不由扯着胤禟小心翼翼道：“九哥，是董鄂家的小跟班。”
“小敏！你怎么了？”听到背后的声音，胤禟没由来的心里发寒。
尘芳跑过来，扶起小敏，替她掸着身上的尘土，问道：“有伤着哪里吗？”
小敏摇摇头，畏惧地看着胤禟。
尘芳转眼看向他，眼神冷漠疏离，“小敏有什么事情得罪了九阿哥吗？惹得您大动肝火。”
Van Gogh Painting
胤禟嗓子里如灌了沙铅般，干涩得难以启齿。一旁的胤礻我道：“这小哑巴挡了九哥的路，活该挨这一脚！”
“小敏不是哑巴，她只是不会说话。”尘芳冷笑道：“是咱们奴婢的不识好歹，下次看到阿哥们，一定躲得远远的。”
“你——别以为有人给你撑腰，就得意忘形了。告诉你，在宫里规矩就是规矩，没人能以下犯上，胡作非为！”胤礻我恶狠狠道。
“是吗？不知道是谁胡作非为，欺凌弱小了！”尘芳毫不嘴软，拉着小敏便走，却被胤禟一把拽住胳膊。
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Sunday, October 7, 2007
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这两人，一个是久逢甘露，一个是血气方刚，很快就说不清究竟是谁强迫谁。只看到黑色的夜行衣、白色的素纱单衣被扔出了纱帐外，而纱帐内只传来阵阵男子的粗喘和女子的娇吟……
一番云雨之后，龙飞玉只觉得气爽神清，近来的郁闷之气竟一扫而空。此时案上的油灯早已熄灭，但借着皎洁的月光，还是可以看到旁边绸被中那个婀娜的背影。龙飞玉又忍不住把手伸入被下，抚上那片温暖滑润的肌肤，又开始心猿意马起来。
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背上的抚摸让金多多苏醒过来。心想自己这身子到底是太久了，才不过两次就酸痛得不想动弹。转过身来，看着那个双眼发亮的男人，不禁讶然，“你怎么还没走？”她的声音也不再像以前那样娇柔造作，而是懒懒的、绵绵的，让人心动。可听在龙飞玉的耳朵里，却还是和以前一样的刺耳，甚至更加刺耳。
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这两人，一个是久逢甘露，一个是血气方刚，很快就说不清究竟是谁强迫谁。只看到黑色的夜行衣、白色的素纱单衣被扔出了纱帐外，而纱帐内只传来阵阵男子的粗喘和女子的娇吟……
一番云雨之后，龙飞玉只觉得气爽神清，近来的郁闷之气竟一扫而空。此时案上的油灯早已熄灭，但借着皎洁的月光，还是可以看到旁边绸被中那个婀娜的背影。龙飞玉又忍不住把手伸入被下，抚上那片温暖滑润的肌肤，又开始心猿意马起来。
Van Gogh Painting
背上的抚摸让金多多苏醒过来。心想自己这身子到底是太久了，才不过两次就酸痛得不想动弹。转过身来，看着那个双眼发亮的男人，不禁讶然，“你怎么还没走？”她的声音也不再像以前那样娇柔造作，而是懒懒的、绵绵的，让人心动。可听在龙飞玉的耳朵里，却还是和以前一样的刺耳，甚至更加刺耳。
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Saturday, October 6, 2007
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艳红说完就起身走了，不去看嫣然此时的表情，也没听清她在说什么。
两天后，当整个满香楼都被突如其来的恶讯闹得沸沸扬扬之时，她从嫣然生前的丫环手中拿到了嫣然留给她的信。看完信，她才想起嫣然那晚说的好像是“宁为玉碎，不为瓦全！”
嫣然真够傻的。死了又能怎样？没人会为妓女树贞洁牌坊。至于周公子，也许会为她伤心一段时间，但很快就会有别的女人去抚慰他。
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如果那晚她听清了嫣然的话，如果她再劝劝嫣然，也许嫣然就不会死了。
但活下来又能怎么样？就像她自己一样，把和男人上床当作儿戏，把糟蹋自己当作对世人的报复。可她报复了谁？那个远在京城的男人不会因此内疚，他只会庆幸趁早摆脱了自己。
难道只有死路可走？
“艳红姐姐。”
艳红闻声回头，是多多，那双无忧无虑的大眼睛里果然有了一丝忧虑，但她却无法幸灾乐祸。
“艳红姐姐，你怎么哭了？”
艳红抬手一摸，是有些湿意。
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艳红说完就起身走了，不去看嫣然此时的表情，也没听清她在说什么。
两天后，当整个满香楼都被突如其来的恶讯闹得沸沸扬扬之时，她从嫣然生前的丫环手中拿到了嫣然留给她的信。看完信，她才想起嫣然那晚说的好像是“宁为玉碎，不为瓦全！”
嫣然真够傻的。死了又能怎样？没人会为妓女树贞洁牌坊。至于周公子，也许会为她伤心一段时间，但很快就会有别的女人去抚慰他。
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如果那晚她听清了嫣然的话，如果她再劝劝嫣然，也许嫣然就不会死了。
但活下来又能怎么样？就像她自己一样，把和男人上床当作儿戏，把糟蹋自己当作对世人的报复。可她报复了谁？那个远在京城的男人不会因此内疚，他只会庆幸趁早摆脱了自己。
难道只有死路可走？
“艳红姐姐。”
艳红闻声回头，是多多，那双无忧无虑的大眼睛里果然有了一丝忧虑，但她却无法幸灾乐祸。
“艳红姐姐，你怎么哭了？”
艳红抬手一摸，是有些湿意。
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Friday, October 5, 2007
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原来他一直是知道我另有想法的。看到他略带恳求的询问，我大为震惊以及迷惑。他这般心计这般绝情之人，对我百般容忍，数番退让，这到底算什么？
管他呢，今日只管眼前事，哪管明日雪雨霜。见那双询问的眼眸情欲犹存，我妩媚一笑，抬起右手食指在那唇上缓缓轻移，踮起脚尖凑过头去吐气如兰，声音里满满的妖艳：“陛下，要不要带臣妾参观一下您的龙床？”那双眼眸墨色更浓，声音嘶哑且性感：“要！”说罢一把抱起我。
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突然间，外边传来不识时务的敲门声，我轻笑，欲求不满的男人不耐烦地问：“谁？什么事？”门外朱三期期艾艾的声音响起：“陛下，兵部尚书和黄丞相都在尚书房候着呢！”男人有一瞬间的迟疑，见状我立刻识趣地准备跳下来。男人手一紧，对着外头吩咐：“天下太平，让他们该干吗干吗去。”顿了顿，继续吼道，“你这总管做了这么些年，还不知道要怎么做？”朱三立即答道：“奴才知道了，奴才告退。”
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原来他一直是知道我另有想法的。看到他略带恳求的询问，我大为震惊以及迷惑。他这般心计这般绝情之人，对我百般容忍，数番退让，这到底算什么？
管他呢，今日只管眼前事，哪管明日雪雨霜。见那双询问的眼眸情欲犹存，我妩媚一笑，抬起右手食指在那唇上缓缓轻移，踮起脚尖凑过头去吐气如兰，声音里满满的妖艳：“陛下，要不要带臣妾参观一下您的龙床？”那双眼眸墨色更浓，声音嘶哑且性感：“要！”说罢一把抱起我。
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突然间，外边传来不识时务的敲门声，我轻笑，欲求不满的男人不耐烦地问：“谁？什么事？”门外朱三期期艾艾的声音响起：“陛下，兵部尚书和黄丞相都在尚书房候着呢！”男人有一瞬间的迟疑，见状我立刻识趣地准备跳下来。男人手一紧，对着外头吩咐：“天下太平，让他们该干吗干吗去。”顿了顿，继续吼道，“你这总管做了这么些年，还不知道要怎么做？”朱三立即答道：“奴才知道了，奴才告退。”
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就是，当了个现成的妈。”
“难怪你和你儿子不亲啊！”我调笑道。
她叹了叹：“虽然可能是自己肚皮下生的，但是我不是正宗经手人，所以……”
我看她又快郁闷起来，故转了个话题问：“巴黎香榭？你是公元多少年过来的？以前的职业是什么？”
她笑了笑：“我是2006年4月1日穿来的，有意思吧，快乐的愚人节，以前住北京，是建筑设计师，爱好是种花。后来转行做室内设计。工作太忙，赶一套人家五一结婚用的房子，忙得昏天暗地的骂了阎王催命做死就过来了，你呢？”
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“我是2006年9月20日从长沙穿来的，二十六岁，未婚，曾是一个小服饰店的老板，被菩萨送过来的。”
我想到一个非常好笑的事，不由得笑出声来，她见状问：“有什么好笑的？说出来听听！”
我问：“你穿过来时，有没有用什么诗词歌赋来打动古代人民？让古人如现代粉丝般追捧。”
她好笑地说：“我穿过来时，已经是一个七岁孩子的妈了，哪里还会有人追？等我弄清状况，才知道是友谅兄当道，那些个唐诗宋词龟儿子们一个个背得比我熟，况且我当初在同济，学的是建筑系，本来对那些个古文学就不熟。当时流行上JJ看穿越，还好熟读了几首毛泽东诗词，红楼梦却是只依稀记得几句，都是不全的。后来再度受圣宠，靠的就是它了。”
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就是，当了个现成的妈。”
“难怪你和你儿子不亲啊！”我调笑道。
她叹了叹：“虽然可能是自己肚皮下生的，但是我不是正宗经手人，所以……”
我看她又快郁闷起来，故转了个话题问：“巴黎香榭？你是公元多少年过来的？以前的职业是什么？”
她笑了笑：“我是2006年4月1日穿来的，有意思吧，快乐的愚人节，以前住北京，是建筑设计师，爱好是种花。后来转行做室内设计。工作太忙，赶一套人家五一结婚用的房子，忙得昏天暗地的骂了阎王催命做死就过来了，你呢？”
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“我是2006年9月20日从长沙穿来的，二十六岁，未婚，曾是一个小服饰店的老板，被菩萨送过来的。”
我想到一个非常好笑的事，不由得笑出声来，她见状问：“有什么好笑的？说出来听听！”
我问：“你穿过来时，有没有用什么诗词歌赋来打动古代人民？让古人如现代粉丝般追捧。”
她好笑地说：“我穿过来时，已经是一个七岁孩子的妈了，哪里还会有人追？等我弄清状况，才知道是友谅兄当道，那些个唐诗宋词龟儿子们一个个背得比我熟，况且我当初在同济，学的是建筑系，本来对那些个古文学就不熟。当时流行上JJ看穿越，还好熟读了几首毛泽东诗词，红楼梦却是只依稀记得几句，都是不全的。后来再度受圣宠，靠的就是它了。”
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