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档案三：光绪三十四年三月初九《脉案》，御医曹元恒写下，皇上肝肾阴虚，脾阳不足，气血亏损，病势到了无药可用的严重程度。
　　档案四：同年五月初十《脉案》，御医陈秉钧写有“调理多时，全无寸效”的话。江苏名医杜钟骏为皇帝看过病后也表示不求有功，只求不出差错，说明医生们对光绪的病已无能为力了。
　　档案五：同年九月《脉案》，此时光绪的病状更加复杂多变，脏腑功能已全部失调。
　　档案六：同年十月十七，三名御医会诊《脉案》，这时光绪的病情已进入危急阶段，出现肺炎症及心肺衰竭的临床症状。御医会诊后私下对朝臣说：“此病不出四日，必有危险。”
　　档案七：同年十月十九光绪的《脉案》，光绪出现胸闷气短，咳嗽不断，大便不通，全身乏力的症状，御医们“甚感棘手”。
　　档案八：同年十月二十光绪的《脉案》，当晚光绪开始进入弥留状态，神志昏迷。
　　档案九：同年十月二十一光绪《脉案》，当天中午，光绪脉搏似有似无，张嘴倒气，傍晚，光绪怀着满腔怨恨与世长辞。
　　从光绪去世前八年的档案记录来看，光绪病状是一步步恶化的，应该属于正常病死。

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¡¡¡¡ "You intend to be very rich?" said Edmund, with a look which, to Fanny's eye, had a great deal of serious meaning. ¡¡¡¡ "To be sure. Do not you? Do not we all?" ¡¡¡¡ "I cannot intend anything which it must be so completely beyond my power to command. Miss Crawford may chuse her degree of wealth. She has only to fix on her number of thousands a year, and there can be no doubt of their coming. My intentions are only not to be poor." ¡¡¡¡ "By
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moderation and economy, and bringing down your wants to your income, and all that. I understand you--and a very proper plan it is for a person at your time of life, with such limited means and indifferent connexions. What can _you_ want but a decent maintenance? You have not much time before you; and your relations are in no situation to do anything for you, or to mortify you by the contrast of their own wealth and consequence. Be honest and poor, by all means--but I shall not envy you; I do not much think I shall even respect you. I have a much greater respect for those that are honest and rich."

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"About Jane Fairfax. Did you ever hear any thing so strange? Oh!--you need not be afraid of owning it to me, for Mr. Weston has told me himself. I met him just now. He told me it was to be a great secret; and, therefore, I should not think of mentioning it to any body but you, but he said you knew it." 　　 "What did Mr. Weston tell you?"-
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-said Emma, still perplexed. 　　 "Oh! he told me all about it; that Jane Fairfax and Mr. Frank Churchill are to be married, and that they have been privately engaged to one another this long while. How very odd!" 　　 It was, indeed, so odd; Harriet's behaviour was so extremely odd, that Emma did not know how to understand it. Her character appeared absolutely changed. She seemed to propose shewing no agitation, or disappointment, or peculiar concern

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woman.On an impulse Sarah went up to her." "Goodbye,Mrs Boynton,"she said."I hope you"ll have a nice trip." The old lady looked at her.Malignancy struggled with outrage in those eyes. "You've wanted to be very rude to me,"said Sarah. (Was she crazy,she wondered,what on earth was urging her on to talk likethis?) "You've tried to prevent your son and daughter making friends with me.Don'tyou think,really,that that is all very silly and childish?You like to makeyourself out a kind of ogre,but really,you know,you're just pathetic and ratherludicrous.If I were you I'd give up all this silly play-acting.I expect you
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"llhate me for saying this,but I mean it -and some of it may stick.You know youcould have a lot of fun still.It's really much better to be -friendly -andkind.You could be if you tried." There was a pause. Mrs Boynton had frozen into a deadly immobility.At last she passed hertongue over her dry lips,her mouth opened......Still for a moment,no words came. "Go on,"said Sarah encouragingly."Say it!It doesn't matter what you say tome.But think over what I've said to you." The words came at last -in a soft,husky,but penetrating voice.Mrs Boynton'sbasilisk eyes looked,not at Sarah,but oddly over her shoulder.She seemed to

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Seven days glided away, every one marking its course by the henceforth rapid alteration of Edgar Linton's state. The havoc that months had previously wrought was now emulated by the inroads of hours. Catherine, we would fain have deluded yet: but her own quick spirit refused to delude her: it divined in secret, and brooded on the dreadful probability, gradually ripening into certainty. She had not the heart to mention her ride, when Thursday came round; I mentioned it for her, and obtained permission
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to order her out of doors: for the library, where her father stopped a short time daily--the brief period he could bear to sit up--and his chamber, had become her whole world. She grudged each moment that did not find her bending over his pillow, or seated by his side: Her countenance grew wan with watching and sorrow, and my master gladly dismissed her to what he flattered himself would be a happy change of scene and society; drawing comfort from the hope that she would not now be left entirely alone after his death.

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Yes, that's right,sir. Bertram's Hotel."
　　"Contravening the licensing hours? Call girls?"
　　"Oh no, sir," saidInspector Campbell, slightly shocked at hearing Bertram's Hotel being referred to in sucha connection. "Very nice, quiet, old-fashioned place."
　　"Is it now?" saidFather. "Yes, is it now? Well, that's interesting, really."
　　Inspector Campbell wondered why it was interesting.He did not like to ask, as tempers in the upper hierarchy were notoriously short since themail train robbery, which had been a spectacular success
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for the criminals. He looked atFather's large, heavy, bovine face and wondered as he had onceor twice wondered before, how Chief-Inspector Davy had reached his present rank and why hewas so highly thought of in the department. "All right in hisday, I suppose," thought Inspector Campbell, "but there are plenty of go-ahead chaps about who could do with somepromotion, once the deadwood is cleared away." But thedeadwood had begun another song, partly hummed, with an occasional word or two here andthere.
　　"Tell me, gentle stranger, are there any more athome like you?" intoned Father and then in a sudden falsetto, "A few, kind sir, and nicer girls you never knew. No, let's see, I've got the sexes mixed up. Floradora.That was a good show, too."

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This may be premature. I have set it down too soon, perhaps. But let it stand. ¡¡¡¡We strolled a long way, and loaded ourselves with things that we thought curious, and put some stranded starfish carefully back into the water - I hardly know enough of the race at this moment to be quite certain whether they had reason to feel obliged to us for doing so, or the reverse - and then made our way home to Mr. Peggotty's dwelling. We stopped under the lee of the lobster-outhouse to exchange an innocent kiss, and went in to breakfast glowing with health and pleasure. ¡¡¡¡'Like two young mavishes,' Mr. Peggotty said. I knew this
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meant, in our local dialect, like two young thrushes, and received it as a compliment. ¡¡¡¡Of course I was in love with little Em'ly. I am sure I loved that baby quite as truly, quite as tenderly, with greater purity and more disinterestedness, than can enter into the best love of a later time of life, high and ennobling as it is. I am sure my fancy raised up something round that blue-eyed mite of a child, which etherealized, and made a very angel of her. If, any sunny forenoon, she had spread a little pair of wings and flown away before my eyes, I don't think I should have regarded it as much more than I had had reason to expect.

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Was she French?"
"Perhaps. She had a French passport. But she told me once that she had an English husband."
"She told you that she had an English husband? Alive - or dead?"
Madame Joliet shrugged her shoulders.
"Dead, or he had left her. How should I know which? These girls - there is always some trouble with men –"
"When did you last see her?"
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"I take my company to London for six weeks. We play at Torquay, at Bournemouth, at Eastbourne, at somewhere else I forget and at Hammersmith. Then we come back to France, but Anna - she does not come. She sends message only that she leaves the company, that she goes to live with her husband's family - some nonsense of that kind. I did not think it is true, myself. I think it more likely that she has met a man, you understand."
Inspector Craddock nodded. He perceived that that was what Madame Joliet would invariably think.
"And it is no loss to me. I do not care. I can get girls just as good and better to come and dance, so I shrug the shoulders and do not think of it any more. Why should I? They are all the same, these girls, mad about men."
"What dates was this?"

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prevent her falling from faintness. She soon recovered herself, and laughed; but when the inspector had gone there was a reaction, and she was so white that Phillotson took her into his room, and gave her some brandy to bring her round. She found him holding her hand. ¡¡¡¡ "You ought to have told me," she gasped petulantly, "that one of the inspector's surprise-visits was imminent! Oh, what shall I do! Now he'll write and tell the managers that I am no good, and I shall be disgraced for ever!" ¡¡¡¡ "He won't do that, my dear little girl. You are the best teacher ever I had!" ¡¡¡¡ He looked so gently at her that she was moved, and regretted that she had upbraided him. When she was better she went home. ¡¡¡¡ Jude in the meantime had been waiting impatiently for Friday. On both Wednesday and Thursday he had been so much under the influence of his desire to see her that he walked after dark
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