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Here lies Pip March, Who died the 7th of June; Loved and lamented sore, And not forgotten soon.
At the conclusion of the ceremonies, Beth retired to her room, overcome with emotion and lobster, but there was no place of repose, for the beds were not made, and she found her grief much assuaged by beating up the pillows and putting things in order. Meg helped Jo clear away the remains of the feast, which took half the afternoon and left them so tired that they agreed to be contented with tea and toast for supper.
Laurie took Amy to drive, which was a deed of charity, for the sour cream seemed to have had a bad effect upon her temper. Mrs. March came home to find the three older girls hard at work in the middle of the afternoon, and a glance at the closet gave her an idea of the success of one part of the experiment. Before the housewives could rest, several people called, and there was a scramble to get ready to see them. Then tea must be got, errands done, and one or two necessary bits of sewing neglected until the last minute. As twilight fell, dewy and still, one by one they gathered on the porch where the June roses were budding beautifully, and each groaned or sighed as she sat down, as if tired or troubled.
"What a dreadful day this has been!" began Jo, usually the first to speak.

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He absurdly insisted upon my addressing him as Mr. Mugridge, and his behavior and carriage were insufferable as he showed me my duties. Besides my work in the cabin, with its four small staterooms, I was supposed to be his assistant in the galley, and my colossal ignorance concerning such things as peeling potatoes or washing greasy pots was a source of unending and sarcastic wonder to him. This was part of the attitude he chose to adopt towar
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d me; and I confess, before the day was done, that I hated him with more lively feelings than I had ever hated any one in my life before. ¡¡¡¡This first day was made more difficult for me from the fact that the Ghost, under close reefs (terms such as these I did not learn till later), was plunging through what Mr. Mugridge called an ''owlin' sou'easter.' At half-past five, under his directions, I set the table in the cabin, with rough-weather trays in place, and then carried the tea and cooked food down from the galley. ¡¡¡¡'Look sharp or you'll get doused,' was Mr. Mugridge's parting injunction as I left the galley with a big teapot in one hand and in the hollow of the other arm several loaves of fresh

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It was clear that she suggested to them something that they had never thought of and which they did not find overpleasing.
Miss Marple rose to her feet, dropping as she did so, several little woolly scarves and her bag.
The three brothers were most attentive picking things up.
"So kind of you," fluted Miss Marple. "Oh, yes, and my little blue muffler. Yes – as I say - so kind to ask me here. I've been picturing, you know, just what your home was like – so that I can visualise dear Lucy working here."
"Perfect home conditions – with murder thrown in," said Cedric.
"Cedric!" Harold's voice was angry.
Miss Marple smiled up at Cedric.
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Lucy took Miss Marple home. On her way back a figure stepped out of darkness and stood in the glare of the headlights just as she was about to turn into the back lane. He held up his hand and Lucy recognised Alfred Crackenthorpe.
"That's better," he observed, as he got in. "Brrr, it's cold! I fancied I'd like a nice bracing walk. I didn't. Taken the old lady home all right?"
"Yes. She enjoyed herself very much."
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At the close of the performance I rose from my seat.The seat on my leftwas empty but in the one beyond a man was sitting，apparently asleep.I wasunable to pass him to get out as his legs were stuck out in front of him.Iasked him to allow me to pass.As he did not move I repeated my requestin-a-er-slightly louder tone.He still made no response.I then took him bythe shoulder to waken him.His body slumped down further and I becameaware-that he was either unconscious or seriously ill.I called out:"Thisgentleman is taken ill.Fetch the commissionaire."The commissionaire came.AsI took my hand from the man's shoulder I found it was wet and red......I canassure you，gentlemen，the shock was terrific!Anything might havehappened!For years I have suffered from cardiac weakness-"Colonel Andersonwas looking at Mr Downes with a very curious expression.
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"You can consider that you're a lucky man，Mr Downes." "I do，sir.Not even a palpitation!" "You don't quite take my meaning，Mr Downes. You were sitting two seats away，you say?" "Actually I was sitting at first in the next seat to the murderedman-then I moved along so as to be behind an empty seat." "You're about the same height and build as the dead man，aren't you，andyou were wearing a wollen scarf round your neck just as he was?" "I fail to see-"began Mr Downes stiffly.
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"Words，mademoiselle，are only the outer clothing of ideas." "Well，I think it's sense，"said Mary Drower."I do really，miss.It'soften when you're talking over things that you seem to see your way clear. Your mind gets made up for you sometimes without your knowing how it'shappened.Talking leads to a lot of things one way and another." "If "least said is soonest mended"，it's the converse we want here，"said Franklin Clarke. "What do you say，Mr Fraser?" "I rather doubt the practical applicability of what you say，M.Poirot." "What do you think，Thora?"asked Clarke.
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"I think the principle of talking things over is always sound." "Suppose，"suggested Poirot，"that you all go over your own remembrancesof the time preceding the murder.Perhaps you'll start，Mr Clarke." "Let me see，on the morning of the day Car was killed I went off sailing. Caught eight mackerel.Lovely out there on the bay. Lunch at home.Irish stew，I remember.Slept in the hammock.Tea.Wrote someletters，missed the post，and drove into Paignton to post them.Then dinnerand -I'm not ashamed to say it-reread a book of E.Nesbit's that I used tolove as a kid. Then the telephone rang-""No further.Now reflect，Mr Clarke，did youmeet anyone on your way down to the sea in the morning?" "Lots of people." "Can you remember anything about them?"
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The Scarecrow went sorrowfully back to his friends and told them what Oz had said; and Dorothy was surprised to find that the Great Wizard was not a Head, as she had seen him, but a lovely Lady.
"All the same," said the Scarecrow, "she needs a heart as much as the Tin Woodman."
On the next morning the soldier with the green whiskers came to the Tin Woodman and said,
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"Oz has sent for you. Follow me."
So the Tin Woodman followed him and came to the great Throne Room. He did not know whether he would find Oz a lovely Lady or a Head, but he hoped it would be the lovely Lady. "For," he said to himself, "if it is the head, I am sure I shall not be given a heart, since a head has no heart of its own and therefore cannot feel for me. But if it is the lovely Lady I shall beg hard for a heart, for all ladies are themselves said to be kindly hearted. Decorative painting

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The night came on, chilly and overcast; and still the footsore monarch labored slowly on. He was obliged to keep moving, for every time he sat down to rest he was soon penetrated to the bone with the cold. All his sensations and experiences, as he moved through the solemn gloom and the empty vastness of the night, were new and strange to him. At intervals he heard voices approach
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pass by, and fade into silence; and as he saw nothing more of the bodies they belonged to than a sort of formless drifting blur, there was something spectral and uncanny about it all that made him shudder. Occasionally he caught the twinkle of a light-always far away, apparently-almost in another world; if he heard the tinkle of a sheep's bell, it was vague, distant, indistinct; the muffled lowing of the herds floated to him on the night wind in vanishing cadences
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D'you mean, Sir John, that murderers sometimes escape scot-free? Take the man who has been committing all these awful murders this last month? I suppose there's no doubt he'll be hanged - if he's ever caught, that is!"
Her girlish voice rang out, and Mrs. Bunting could hear every word that was said.
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The whole party gathered round, listening eagerly. "Well, no." He spoke very deliberately. "I doubt if that particular murderer ever will be hanged."
"You mean that you'll never catch him?" the girl spoke with a touch of airy impertinence in her clear voice.
"I think we shall end by catching him - because" - he waited a moment, then added in a lower voice - "now don't give me away to a newspaper fellow, Miss Rose - because now I think we do know who the murderer in question is -
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In fact, it may almost be said that such betrayal has never taken place unless the betrayer has been actuated by love of gain, or by a longing for revenge. So far, perhaps because she is subject rather than citizen, her duty as a component part of civilised society weighs but lightly on woman's shoulders.
And then - and then, in a sort of way, Mrs. Bunting had become attached to Mr.
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Sleuth. A wan smile would sometimes light up his sad face when he saw her come in with one of his meals, and when this happened Mrs. Bunting felt pleased - pleased and vaguely touched. In between those - those dreadful events outside, which filled her with such suspicion, such anguish and such suspense, she never felt any fear, only pity, for Mr. Sleuth.
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After all, he was master. He had as much right to spend the money as she had; for the matter of that the money on which they were now both living had been lent, nay, pressed on him - not on Ellen - by that decent young chap, Joe Chandler. And he, Bunting, had done all he could; he had pawned everything he could pawn, while Ellen, so he resentfully noticed, still wore her wedding ring.
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He stepped past her heavily, and though she said nothing, he knew she grudged him his coming joy. Then, full of rage with her and contempt for himself, and giving himself the luxury of a mild, a very mild, oath - Ellen had very early made it clear she would have no swearing in her presence - he lit the hall gas full-flare.
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unlikely as that may seem, that the murderer may have slipped behind them. He has already got the examining magistrate to listen to him. When one looks closely into it, the reasoning is absurd, seeing that the 'intimate' - if there is one - must have known that the professor would shortly leave the pavilion, and that the 'friend' had only to put off operating till after the professor's departure. Why should he have risked crossing the laboratory while the professor was in it? And then, when he had got into The Yellow Room?
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"There are many points to be cleared up before Larsan's theory can be admitted. I sha'n't waste my time over it, for my theory won't allow me to occupy myself with mere imagination. Only, as I am obliged for the moment to keep silent, and Larsan sometimes talks, he may finish by coming out openly against Monsieur Darzac
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Pinocchio did not wait for him to repeat his words. He took the bag, which happened to be empty, and after cutting a big hole at the top and two at the sides, he slipped into it as if it were a shirt. Lightly clad as he was, he started out toward the village.
Along the way he felt very uneasy. In fact he was so unhappy that he went along taking two steps forward and one back, and as he went he said to himself:
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How shall I ever face my good little Fairy? What will she say when she sees me? Will she forgive this last trick of mine? I am sure she won't. Oh, no, she won't. And I deserve it, as usual! For I am a rascal, fine on promises which I never keep!"
He came to the village late at night. It was so dark he could see nothing and it was raining pitchforks.
Pinocchio went straight to the Fairy's house, firmly resolved to knock at the door.
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"Could that window have been closed and refastened after the flight of the assassin?" asked Rouletabille.
"That is what occurred to me for a moment; but it would imply an accomplice or accomplices, - and I don't see -"
After a short silence he added:
"Ah - if Mademoiselle Stangerson were only well enough to-day to be questioned!"
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Rouletabille following up his thought, asked:
"And the attic? - There must be some opening to that?"
"Yes; there is a window, or rather skylight, in it, which, as it looks out towards the country, Monsieur Stangerson has had barred, like the rest of the windows. These bars, as in the other windows, have remained intact, and the blinds, which naturally open inwards, have not been unfastened. For the rest, we have not discovered anything to lead us to suspect that the murderer had passed through the attic."
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“王”当他刚一伸头，街上的人纷纷惊喜的跪下。
陈可心有点迷糊，照理说就算在君主立宪制国家，国王也没有这么大的排场让人民跪在地上啊？
“什么人挡道”为尊称为王的男子吼道。脸上的肥肉也因此有一下没一下的抖动着
“……”我不语，一半因为他的嚣张，一半因为形势不明。
马车里的男子玩味的看着现场的一切，心里的千变万化却在望向玛里国王的那一眼时瞬间熄灭，可是却让我看着确切。
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报王，她是我们刚卖掉的奴隶”在高台上的男子说道
“谁是奴……”我的脱口而出，却让我在第一时间意识到现在居然能听懂他们的对话。
“死女人，居然给我装蒜”男子破口大骂，显然他误会了我。
“谁给你们装蒜了，是你们非法倒卖人口在先……”
“我怎么不知道我的国家卖奴隶是非法的”玛里王不客气地打断。
“你的国家是你的国家，我是中国的国民，你没有权利贩卖我，何况我不是奴隶”
我的话不仅让在马车里的男人们皱眉，更让在场的困惑。
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这日到了元宵佳节，宫中上下人等，皆打扮得花团锦簇，人声嘈杂，笑语宣扬，炮竹烟火，络绎不绝。每个宫门上挑挂着大明角灯，两路高照，各处也皆有路灯。
待宴后，各色的元宵皆上了桌，胤禟知尘芳喜食甜食，便亲自拨了碗糯米麻芯的放在她面前，尘芳盈盈一笑，勺了口慢慢细嚼。
稍顷，走来一排小太监，每人手中皆举了一盏四角平头的白纱宫灯，却是来送灯谜的。几个平日素喜猜谜的阿哥福晋争相乱猜起来。
胤禟见尘芳不动，问道：“怎么不去猜猜，想也难不倒你。”
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没意思，年年都无新意，你去吧。”
“我不去，只陪着你。”胤禟笑道。
沂歆拎着个灯笼兴匆匆地跑过来道：“尘芳姐姐，你帮我猜猜，十四爷猜了半日都没猜着。”那边胤祯听了急道：“我还没猜好呢，你嘀咕什么！”
尘芳一看道：“刘邦笑，刘备哭。这灯谜倒出了有趣。”想了下，唤着胤祯来问道：“你可知刘邦一生中哪次笑得最欢？”
胤祯迟疑了下道：“自然是项羽在垓下乌江自刎。”
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“哈哈，我看你才是只小狐狸。”艳红点了点金多多的额头，接着说道：“说起来真是不甘心。清辉小道长都已经三十岁了，还能迷倒十来岁的小姑娘，可咱们呢，一过了三十，就跟块破布似的没人要了。”
“艳红姐又胡说，宋哥可不就是等到你三十岁了才娶上你的吗？”
艳红因为在满香楼时长年服用避孕的药材，原以为不能再孕，迟迟不肯答应宋彪的求婚。本想着年纪大了，宋彪就不会再要她了。没想到在她过了三十岁生辰之后，平日默不支声的宋彪终于火了，把她强行扛进了洞房。几年后，却又有了书杰。这都是她以前想都不敢想的事。
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忆起丈夫的好，艳红满心甜蜜，嘴里却还骂道：“你这丫头少绕弯，明知我说的是你。你当真想带着阿璧就这么过一辈子？那个世子爷就真值得你这么做？”
“艳红姐，我不是说过了，我当年进侯府却不是像丁叮当那样神魂颠倒、不知所然，我知道自己在做什么。再说，以后只恐也不会是只有阿璧一个……”
“此话怎讲？”
金多多笑嘻嘻地把自己和龙飞玉之间的约定说给艳红，这些事她不会告诉美人师父和大哥，但却不会对艳红姐保密，何况以后定有要她相助的地方。
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多多在楼里呆了一年，也知道有些姐姐只要撒娇就会得到想要的东西。于是她继续睁着大眼睛看着嫣然，里面仿佛要吊下水珠来。
对于嫣然，贵重的不是水晶，而是那份情谊。所以她只能抱歉地看着可怜兮兮的多多说：“这是姐姐喜欢的人送的，姐姐若是给了你，他会不高兴的。多多也不会想哥哥生气吧。”
多多似懂非懂地点点头。
“等以后多多嫁了人，你的夫君自然会送给你的。”
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哥哥说嫁人就要和我娘一样，可我不要，娘没有漂亮的衣服。我想和嫣然姐姐一样。”
嫣然愣了一下，带着几分自嘲说：“多多不用和姐姐一样，也不会和你娘一样，你将来一定能找个好夫君。”
“什么是好夫君？”
“就是长的好看，能读书识字，疼爱多多的男人，不对，现在他也还是个小男孩。”
这回她听懂了。“还要有钱才行！我不要这么小的，我要他送这么大的给我。”多多边说边用手比划了好大的一个圆圈。
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她想了想：“皇儿现在待我是极不错的，但是我坐上这个位置，也是极不容易的。皇儿不喜外戚坐大，所以刘氏一族在京城也是不高不低地活着，族人都是些不成才的，本宫训了多次，不准在京中惹事，他们也不大听，明明官阶不高，偏偏得罪了不少人。加上我当权一事，以后难免会有人拿事出来为难我，皇儿那孩子，是个认理不认亲的人，如果将来有什么事，在你的能力范围内，你得保住我的性命及太后之位。”
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，难道她真的相信，我能左右皇帝？况且，目前的我，也不想再和他有任何的联系了。只是，她一心一意记挂着这位子，难道后宫至尊有那么重要吗？
忽而又觉得凄凉，到了这种年纪，却还变本加厉地留恋身外物，真值得同情！诸般荣华富贵、绫罗绸缎，可帮得了她？
不由得想起她每次出场，那些个派头，觉得她宛如进入童话世界，这一切都不是真的，又有什么必要是真的？孤零零一个人，排场做给谁看。
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只听得信亲王抬步上前，按了按凤凰的蓝眼珠，扬嗓朗声说道：“孩儿翊枫带王妃前来给母妃请安，请母妃赐见。”
大门向两侧缓缓由内打开，那双龙凤随着开门的动作，在阳光的照射下，散射出或黄或白的闪光，竟似要跃然升空，端的气势逼人，好不富贵。
一眼扫视到岛内的建筑群，大约是三进的宅子，在正门左边又开了个中门，正奇怪它的用处，一旁的雪燕看了看我不解的神情低声解释道：“王妃，这就是如意岛下人花匠的住所了。”
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脚下的石子路直通向第一进的正厅，厅上匾上却是“遂心”二字，这回连落款都没有。这雕梁画栋就不说了，光是这园中的花木就够让人叹为观止了，我跟在信亲王身后，不紧不慢地走了进去。进了正厅便看见正墙上面绘有一幅开得热热闹闹的牡丹图，好一幅花开富贵。
从牡丹图一侧的小门向后院走去，一路上走来碧树成妆，却没有前院那般奇花异草，大多是些桂花、玉兰等树木，余下的也全是草地，看起来清雅了许多。左边仍是开了个中门，这回雪燕不待我看她，小声答道：“这就是伺候王妃娘娘的粗使婆子们的住所了。一到晚间，前院就要落锁的，那边的人不能再进到内两院来的，两院的下人不能再互通有无。”这回正厅上面绘着的却是稀稀落落的芙蓉花，红的粉红的紫色的，几种颜色错落有致地开着，真是美不胜收。
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南方人吃的方面更加生猛。个体小的东西吃了不算什么。他们的做法是：一只大狗，一棍子放倒，周身涂满一层泥巴，不厚不薄的一层，放到火上耐心的烤，等泥干了，裂一道道口子，便去揭下泥层，狗毛全粘下来，皮肉冒油，之后围吃，一人面前一碟调料，最后吃饱再破膛取出内脏处理。
往西走走，吃的多是牛羊肉。他们更厉害，操刀一次性屠杀掉十数只羊，架几口锅，一锅统一煮下水，一锅统一煮羊血，再有统一煮除皮和内脏之外的整只羊。要先吃鲜美的羊肝和羊血，之后才是羊肉，且一人一只。还有那些“南甜北咸、东酸西辣”的俗说，充分发挥了我的想象力。光听那些火锅、花船、冬不拉、萨其马、曼佗罗花、天安门、电话、拉萨……等等这样一类新鲜的名词就够我头晕的，可我还是一天到头缠着四叔讲个没完。
在我眼里，四叔不但没有失去光环，反而更加无所不能。式云显然也对四叔的见闻有浓厚的兴趣，我不缠四叔的时候他也会缠住。
小孩子只会关心小孩子的事，更加现实的生活真实我们不能触及，关于四叔流浪的艰辛及那些不存在于幻想中的生存环境的冷酷，我们不知道也没人过多的描绘给我们。
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