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Me, I do not like the police!" She scowled at them, without camouflaging her dislike of the visit. "Always, if they can, they make me embarrassments."
"No, no, Madame, you must not say that," said Dessin, who was a tall thin melancholy-looking man. "When have I ever caused you embarrassments?"
"Over that little fool who drank the carbolic acid," said Madame Joliet promptly. "And all because she has fallen in love with the chef d’orchestre - who does not care for women and has other tastes. Over that you made the big brouhaha! Which is not good for my beautiful Ballet."
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On the contrary, big box-office business," said Dessin. "And that was three years ago. You should not bear malice. Now about this girl, Anna Stravinska."
"Well, what about her?" said Madame cautiously.
"Is she Russian?" asked Inspector Craddock.
"No, indeed. You mean, because of her name? But they all call themselves names like that, these girls. She was not important, she did not dance well, she was not particularly good-looking. Elle etait assez bien, c’est tout. She danced well enough for the corps de ballet – but no solos."
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Biff on the head，strangled，now a knife.Versatile devil-what?Here arethe medical details if you care to see'em." He shoved a paper towards Poirot."A B C down on the floor between thedead man's feet，"he added. "Has the dead man been identified?asked Poirot. "Yes.A B C's slipped up for once-if that's any satisfaction to us. Deceased's a man called Earlsfield-George Earlsfield.Barber byprofession." "Curious，"commented Poirot. "May have skipped a letter，"suggested the colonel. My friend shook his head doubtfully. "Shall we have in the next witness?"asked Crome."He's anxious to gethome."
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"Yes，yes-let's get on." A middle-aged gentleman strongly resembling the frog footman in Alice inWonderland was led in.He was highly excited and his voice was shrill withemotion. "Most shocking experience I have ever known，"he squeaked."I have a weakheart，sir-a very weak heart，it might have been the death of me." "Your name，please，"said the inspector. "Downes.Roger Emmanuel Downes." "Profession?" "I am a master at Highfield School for boys." "Now，Mr Downes，will you tell us in your own words what happened." "I can tell you that very shortly，gentlemen.
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"Cheltenham." "Doncaster.I know，my girl!After all，I picked up his ticket，didn't I?" "Well，he told me he was going to Cheltenham. I'm sure he did." "Oh，you've got it wrong.He was going to Doncaster all right.Some peoplehave all the luck.I've got a bit on Firefly for the Leger and I'd love tosee it run." "I shouldn't think Mr Cust went to race-meetings，he doesn't look thekind.Oh，Tom，I hope he won't get murdered.It's Doncaster the A B C murder'sgoing to be." "Cust'll be all right.His name doesn't begin with a D." "He might have been murdered last time.He was down near Churston atTorquay when the last murder happened." "Was he?That's a bit of a coincidence，isn't it?" He laughed. "He wasn't at Bexhill the time before，was he?"
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Lily crinkled her brows. "He was away......Yes，I remember he was away......because he forgot hisbathing-dress.Mother was mending it for him.And she said:"There-Mr Cust wentaway yesterday without his bathing-dress after all，"and I said:"Oh，nevermind the old bathing-dress-there's been the most awful murder，"I said，"agirl strangled at Bexhill." "Well，if he wanted his bathing-dress，he must have been going to theseaside.I say，Lily'-his face crinkled up with amusement."What price yourold dugout being the murderer himself?" "Poor Mr Cust?He wouldn't hurt a fly，"laughed Lily. They danced on happily-in their conscious minds nothing but the pleasureof being together. In their unconscious minds something stirred......
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"Oh, good sir, peradventure you mean the ragged regal vagrant that tarried here the night. If such as you take interest in such as he, know, then, that I have sent him of an errand. He will be back anon."
"How soon? How soon? Come, waste not the time-cannot I overtake him? How soon will he be back?"
"Thou needst not stir; he will return quickly."
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"So be it then. I will try to wait. But stop!-you sent him of an errand?-you! Verily, this is a lie-he would not go. He would pull thy old beard, an thou didst offer him such an insolence. Thou hast lied, friend; thou hast surely lied! He would not go for thee nor for any man."
"For any man-no; haply not. But I am not a man."
"What! Now o' God's name what art thou, then?"
"It is a secret-mark thou reveal it not. I am an archangel!"
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group of people, all talking and laughing together; were advancing, from within the wooden barrier, toward the turnstile.
Mrs. Bunting stared at them nervously. She wondered which of them was the gentleman with whom Mr. Hopkins had hoped she would never be brought into personal contact; she thought she could pick him out among the others. He was a tall, powerful, handsome gentleman, with a military appearance.
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Just now he was smiling down into the face of a young lady. "Monsieur Barberoux is quite right," he was saying in a loud, cheerful voice, "our English law is too kind to the criminal, especially to the murderer. If we conducted our trials in the French fashion, the place we have just left would be very much fuller than it is to-day. A man of whose guilt we are absolutely assured is oftener than not acquitted, and then the public taunt us with 'another undiscovered crime!"
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"Well," said Bunting, "as you do know, I may as well tell you. The Avenger's moving West - that's what he's doing. Last time 'twas King's Cross - now 'tis the Edgware Road. I said he'd come our way, and he has come our way!"
"You just go and get me that paper," she commanded. "I wants to see for myself."
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Bunting went into the next room; then he came back and handed her silently the odd-looking, thin little sheet.
"Why, whatever's this?" she asked. "This ain't our paper!"
"'Course not," he answered, a trifle crossly. "It's a special early edition of the Sun, just because of The Avenger. Here's the bit about it" - he showed her the exact spot. But she would have found it, even by the comparatively bad light of the gas-jet now flaring over the dressing-table, for the news was printed in large, clear characters
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A hot wave of unease almost of remorse, swept over Bunting. Ellen would never have spent that penny on herself - he knew that well enough - and if it hadn't been so cold, so foggy, so - so drizzly, he would have gone out again through the gate and stood under the street lamp to take his pleasure. He dreaded with a nervous dread the glance of Ellen's cold, reproving light-blue eye. That glance would tell him that he had had no business to waste a penny on a paper, and that well he knew it!
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Suddenly the door in front of him opened, and he beard a familiar voice saying crossly, yet anxiously, "What on earth are you doing out there, Bunting? Come in - do! You'll catch your death of cold! I don't want to have you ill on my hands as well as everything else!" Mrs. Bunting rarely uttered so many words at once nowadays.
He walked in through the front door of his cheerless house. "I went out to get a paper," he said sullenly.
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"I placed Daddy Jacques against the wall, ordering him not to stir from the spot, while I, taking advantage of a moment when the moon was hidden by a cloud, moved to the front of the window, out of the patch of light which came from it, ?for the window was half-open!
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If I could only know what was passing in that silent chamber! I returned to Daddy Jacques and whispered the word 'ladder' in his ear. At first I had thought of the tree which, a week ago, served me for an observatory; but I immediately saw that, from the way the window was half-opened, I should not be able to see from that point of view anything that was passing in the room; and I wanted, not only to see, but to hear, and ?to act. Abstract Painting

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"Don't listen to me, good man! All the wonderful things I have said are not true at all. I know Pinocchio well and he is indeed a very wicked fellow, lazy and disobedient, who instead of going to school, runs away with his playmates to have a good time."
At this speech, his nose returned to its natural size.
"Why are you so pale?" the old man asked suddenly.
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"Why are you so pale?" the old man asked suddenly.
"Let me tell you. Without knowing it, I rubbed myself against a newly painted wall," he lied, ashamed to say that he had been made ready for the frying pan.
"What have you done with your coat and your hat and your breeches?"
"I met thieves and they robbed me. Tell me, my good man, have you not, perhaps, a little suit to give me, so that I may go home?"
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"My boy, as for clothes, I have only a bag in which I keep hops. If you want it, take it. There it is."
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looked like horrid heads of hair, mingled with quaint reptiles such as the ancient sculptors have made on the head of Medusa. This place, which Mademoiselle found cheerful and in which she lived in the summer season, appeared to us as sad and funereal now. The soil was black and muddy from the recent rains and the rotting of the fallen leaves; the trunks of the trees were black and the sky above us was now, as if in mourning, charged with great, heavy clouds.
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And it was in this sombre and desolate retreat that we saw the white walls of the pavilion as we approached. A queer-looking building without a window visible on the side by which we neared it. A little door alone marked the entrance to it. It might have passed for a tomb, a vast mausoleum in the midst of a thick forest. As we came nearer, we were able to make out its disposition. The building obtained all the light it needed from the south, that is to say, from the open country. The little door closed on the park. Monsieur and Mademoiselle Stangerson must have found it an ideal seclusion for their work and their dreams.
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此刻的大街像着了魔般的安静，人们静止的望向同一个目标，仿佛全世界都在等待这位身份尊贵的男子。
马上的男子安静的退回自己的岗位。
见这状况，陈可心也不动声色的向暗处退去
“恶心的男人？”像是算准了陈可心，在她脚刚动之同时，帘后传来令人喷饭的话。
“不会吧，声音这么低都被听见”陈可心的脚僵住，眼睛偷瞄帘后，正好遇见男子起身，男子较好的脸庞突然曝露在空气中，几乎同时四周的倒吸声顷刻间充满了整条街
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“那个男人不会是我吧”他邪气的摸向女人的的脸，引得女人们连连发笑，陈可心发现他的逗笑并没有到眼睛里，相反的，有如谈论天气般的轻描谈写。却让陈可心莫名的打了个冷颤
“谁答应就是谁”陈可心不争气的越说越小声。眼睛把去城外的道瞧的一清二楚，心想着万一有什么万一，可以马上向城外跑。
“嘿嘿”男子反常的大笑，笑依然没有到眼睛里。
“你瞧见了吗，你玛里的女人”被他问的男子在旁边的马车里探出头来
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仁宪皇太后看着跪在膝下的胤礽，痛心疾首道：“你自幼丧母，是太皇太后一手将你抚养长大，文治武功都由名师教导，朝政御批皆是你父皇亲手指点，为的就是将你培养成一代明君。你父皇有时对你是不免严厉些，那是因为他对你期望甚高。你可还记得，你幼时生病，当时正值三番之乱，朝廷危在旦夕，你父皇却为了照顾你，辍朝三日。你可记得孝庄文皇后临终前，将你的手放在我手中道：太子日后若有不妥不善之处，你切要及时矫正改过，他日若能顺利登基，也不枉费了我十多年的心血。这一切的一切，你都忘了吗？”
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胤礽凄然道：“孙子没有忘，也不敢忘。可孙子只是想娶一个女子，也不成吗？”
“唯独那董鄂氏不成！”皇太后拍案道，“女色惑君，她虽小，却将你迷得丢了三魂六魄，将来岂不成了第二个董鄂妃！我不能让先帝的悲剧再发生在你身上。”
“孙子不会的，孙子心里还有这大清江山啊！”胤礽磕头哽咽道。
“那丫头也算是半个纳兰家的人。你若娶了她，将来朝中的事务牵扯到纳兰家，牵扯到胤褆，你会不顾及到她，她就不会动摇你吗？”皇太后严肃地问道。
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龙飞玉心里转了几个圈，他并不担心皇上真会因此指婚，皇上不是昏庸之辈，就算她真是皇上的师父，皇上也不可能不顾靖南侯府的反应。再说她之前就做过他的侍妾，就算把这事说出去，又有谁会信？
要紧的倒是现在，她若真敢对自己不敬，自己的脸面往哪里搁？即使别人不信，自己也无法忍受。不如先稳住她，待伺机离开后再收拾她。
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也不是本世子舍不得一个孩子，只是你不是已经有了一个，何不去找回他的父亲？”
“因为我觉得还是你好啊。”金多多甜甜一笑，笑得龙飞玉心里也不由地一甜，而后又慌忙斥责自己。
“看现在的情形，本世子似乎也不能不答应了。只是咱们毕竟不是那露水鸳鸯，总要从长计议才好。可现在我药性未过，头脑也不甚清醒，还是待我清醒之后再做细谈吧。”
“世子的提议甚好，但咱们毕竟也不是神仙眷侣，只恐夜长梦多，”金多多边说边向龙飞玉身上靠，龙飞玉被迫缩紧了身子，“还是择日不如撞日，速战速决的好。”
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就猜着这雪美人也对世子动了心，毕竟世子是那样出色。
她看不起苏雪琴，明明就是个侍妾，还要那么高傲，摆出一付圣洁不可侵犯的模样，既然是不甘心，又何必要动心。
她想着世子对苏雪琴的宠爱不过是贪个新鲜，就像当初对金多多一样，过不了多久也就淡了。
只是这苏雪琴毕竟是右相大人的女儿，不像她这样无依无靠。
还有那个金多多，原以为她已经没什么戏唱了，可昨晚喝醉酒的世子竟然提出要去元宝阁。难道世子心里是有那个女人的？
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就猜着这雪美人也对世子动了心，毕竟世子是那样出色。
她看不起苏雪琴，明明就是个侍妾，还要那么高傲，摆出一付圣洁不可侵犯的模样，既然是不甘心，又何必要动心。
她想着世子对苏雪琴的宠爱不过是贪个新鲜，就像当初对金多多一样，过不了多久也就淡了。
只是这苏雪琴毕竟是右相大人的女儿，不像她这样无依无靠。
还有那个金多多，原以为她已经没什么戏唱了，可昨晚喝醉酒的世子竟然提出要去元宝阁。难道世子心里是有那个女人的？
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我不相信爱情，然而穿越到这了古代，无依无靠的，看他平日里风度翩翩，那般的深情定不是装出来的，又是当皇帝的人，自是一言九鼎。于是便相信了他，全心全意地待他。哪知，都是吃人堆里长大的人，有哪一个会谈什么真心实意。
许是我的表情太过诡异骇人，嘉靖帝和翊枫脸上都变了色
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各自抬了一步又突然都止住了。长公主明明身陷险境也不忘关心我，急呼：“妹妹……”我在朱三的搀扶下缓缓站了起来，万分艰难地从侧面一步步走下御阶，翊枫冲我温柔一笑，伸出手来：“伶雪过来，我不会介意以前发生了什么事。来，到我身边来，过了今日我便是皇帝了，你就是我的皇后。”不意外地看到刘氏眼中的恨意。
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门吱呀一声打开了，刘氏带人匆匆闯了出来，看到王氏被打得不成人样，哭哭啼啼地撒丫子向我扑来：“好你个狠心的张伶雪，居然打我乳娘，我跟你拼了。”我一个侧身闪开她的攻势，使了个眼色让雅琴、雅棋拿住她，嘴上冷冷说道：“王妈目无本妃，还给本妃甩脸！我这当王妃的让人给她长点见识，莫非刘侧妃也想来学学规矩？”
她一惊，看我神色不对，也不敢再放肆，只是抛开琴棋二人的手，一径扑到王氏身上，主仆二人抱作一团，又哭又闹。看样子颇想把事情闹大。
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够了。”估计翊枫在里头听到了爱妃的哭声，寻了出来，刘氏看到翊枫出来，哭得更起劲了。他看到美人哭得花容失色，眉头一紧，快步上前拉过刘氏搂在怀里哄道：“没事了，没事了，乖，有本王在，看谁敢欺负你！”
她转过头，恨恨地朝我一指：“就是她……”
我一瞪，她被唬着了，仍是躲王爷怀里大哭。翊枫脸一沉：“王妃，你别欺人太甚，香儿又怎么得罪你了？”
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他清了清嗓子，拿出懿旨念道：“着原世袭辅国将军之女伶雪即刻进宫见驾。”原世袭？果然给足了我面子，明明是很久前的事儿了。我谢了恩，那太监立马上前虚扶我一把，笑道：“姑娘快快请起。天冷，小心腿上着凉！”要这么客气吗？电视里宣旨的太监不都是一个个拽得章子怡样吗？
不管怎样，先攀攀交情总是好的，于是也客气地说：“有劳公公了，请公公先进来喝口茶吧，不知公公如何称呼？”他略福了福，谦虚地说：“喝茶就不必了，老奴还有公务在身。老奴是太后宫里的何先，承蒙太后照顾，在仁寿宫领了个管事的闲差。姑娘要不先进去准备准备，一会儿便随老奴前去复命？”好一个厉害角色，滴水不漏的，不愧是总管太监。
于是进里间换了身素裳，披了件同色狐狸袍子。为了礼貌稍做打扮，带上红绿二姝随着何总管一起坐上了马车，半个时辰就到了宫门口，改换轿子进入内宫。
一路顺畅地来到仁寿宫口，何总管侧身说道：“还请姑娘稍等，老奴进去禀告
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明子说，“小风呀，你真哲性！”
我说，“肉麻，哪来的哲性？”明子就笑。我又说，“明子，要考试了，你把那工作放一放吧，小心挂科。”
明子说，“好吧，我写这东西乐趣是有，但往往陷进自己讲的故事中出不来，搞的自己整日忧虑，有时候会突然间问自己‘我是谁？要去做什么？’或‘我在哪里？’我想我知道路遥是怎么死的了，他是活活累死的！”
我说，“明子，今天我请客了！”
下午，我背着背包去上自习。邢一飞老远看见我就叫住我，“我正想去找你呢，以风，式云现在正从南京赶往兰州的路上，估计我们放假后他会赶到兰州，我假期想去看他，流浪一个假期，过一回流浪的生活，很刺激的，怎么样，你想不想去？”
我看了看他，想说我哪有闲钱闲工夫去玩，式云挺好的就不要去打扰他。可我看着邢一飞热切又真诚的眼睛，嘴里却说成，“我有点事，去不了，谢谢你的邀请。”
邢一飞说，“没什么的，既然你去不了，就算了吧，不过挺遗憾的，你是式云最铁的朋友，不过我会代你向式云问好的。”我友好的笑笑。
考试时我们才算紧张了好一阵子，大家都去上自习。明天有一场考试，再就只剩下四天后的那场了，我说过我很笨，不得不加紧复习，那些课下根本不看的课本，有些确实生涩难懂。
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