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Painters are so fond of islands, are they not?" said Miss Marple. "Chopin – that was Majorca, was it not? But he was a musician. It is Gauguin I am thinking of. A sad life - misspent, one feels. I myself never really care for paintings of native women - and although I know he is very much admired - I have never cared for that lurid mustard colour. One really feels quite bilious looking at his pictures."
She eyed Cedric with a slightly disapproving air.
"Tell us about Lucy as a child, Miss Marple," said Cedric.
She smiled up at him delightedly.
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Lucy was always so clever," she said. "Yes, you were, dear – now don't interrupt. Quite remarkable at arithmetic. Why, I remember when the butcher overcharged me for topside of beef…"
Miss Marple launched full steam ahead into reminiscences of Lucy's childhood and from there to experiences of her own in village life.
The stream of reminiscence was interrupted by the entry of Bryan and the boys rather wet and dirty as a result of an enthusiastic search for clues. Tea was brought in and with it came Dr. Quimper who raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked round after acknowledging his introduction to the old lady.
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Poirot took it.Franklin came over beside him and with a pointing fingerread some of the extracts out loud. "-things go on here much as usual.Charlotte is moderately free frompain.I wish one could say more.You may remember Thora Grey?She is a deargirl and a greater comfort to me than I can tell you.I should not have knownwhat to do through this bad time but for her. Her sympathy and interest are unfailing.She has an exquisite taste andflair for beautiful things and shares my passion for Chinese art.I wasindeed lucky to find her.No daughter could be a closer or more sympatheticcompanion.Her life had been a difficult and not always a happy one，but I amglad to feel that here she has a home and true affection.
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"You see，"said Franklin，"that's how my brother felt to her.He thoughtof her like a daughter.What I feel so unfair is the fact that the moment mybrother is dead，his wife practically turns her out of the house!Womenreally are devils，M.Poirot." "Your sister-in-law is ill and in pain，remember." "I know.That's what I keep saying to myself. One mustn't judge her.All the same，I thought I'd show you this.I don'twant you to get a false impression of Thora from anything Lady Clarke mayhave said." Poirot returned the letter.
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But now，with the printed words jeering from the white stiff paper，thehunt was up once more. Inspector Crome had come round from the Yard，and while he was stillthere，Franklin Clarke and Megan Barnard came in. The girl explained that she，too，had come up from Bexhill. "I wanted to ask Mr Clarke something." She seemed rather anxious to excuse and explain her procedure.I justnoted the fact without attaching much importance to it. The letter naturally filled my mind to the exclusion of all else. Crome was not，I think，any too pleased to see the various participantsin the drama.He became extremely official and non-committal.
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"I'll take this with me，M.Poirot.If you care to take a copy of it-""No，no，it is not necessary." "What are your plans，inspector?"asked Clarke. "Fairly comprehensive ones，Mr Clarke." "This time we've got to get him，"said Clarke."I may tell you，inspector，that we've formed an association of our own to deal with the matter.A legionof interested parties." Inspector Crome said in his best manner: "Oh，yes?" "I gather you don't think much of amateurs，inspector?" "You've hardly the same resources at your command，have you，Mr Clarke?" "We've got a personal axe to grind-and that's something." "Oh，yes?"
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room. She had lovely green hair and green eyes, and she bowed low before Dorothy as she said, "Follow me and I will show you your room."
So Dorothy said good-bye to all her friends except Toto, and taking the dog in her arms followed the green girl through seven passages and up three flights of stairs until they came to a room at the front of the Palace. It was the sweetest little room in the world, with a soft comfortable bed that had sheets of green silk and a green velvet counterpane. There was a tiny fountain in the middle of the room, that shot a spray of green perfume into the air
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to fall back into a beautifully carved green marble basin. Beautiful green flowers stood in the windows, and there was a shelf with a row of little green books. When Dorothy had time to open these books she found them full of queer green pictures that made her laugh, they were so funny.
In a wardrobe were many green dresses, made of silk and satin and velvet; and all of them fitted Dorothy exactly.
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"I see you feel my atmosphere! There's awe in your face! None may be in this atmosphere and not be thus affected; for it is the very atmosphere of heaven. I go thither and return, in the twinkling of an eye. I was made an archangel on this very spot, it is five years ago, by angels sent from heaven to confer that awful dignity. Their presence filled this place with an intolerable brightness. And they knelt to me, king! yes, they knelt to me! for I was greater than they. I have walked in the courts of heaven, and held speech with the patriarchs
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Touch my hand-be not afraid-touch it. There-now thou hast touched a hand which has been clasped by Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob! For I have walked in the golden courts, I have seen the Deity face to face!" He paused, to give this speech effect; then his face suddenly changed, and he started to his feet again, saying, with angry energy, "Yes, I am an archangel; a mere archangel!-I that might have been pope! It is verily true. I was told it from heaven in a dream, twenty years ago; ah, yes, I was to be pope!-and I should have been pope
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Bunting passed the time of day with the tobacconist, and the two fell into desultory talk, but to his customer's relief and surprise the man made no allusion to the subject of which all the neighbourhood must still be talking.
And then, quite suddenly, while still standing by the counter, and before he had paid for the packet of tobacco he held in his hand, Bunting, through the open door, saw with horrified surprise that Ellen, his wife, was standing, alone, outside a greengrocer's shop just opposite.
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Muttering a word of apology, he rushed out of the shop and across the road.
"Ellen!" he gasped hoarsely, "you've never gone and left my little girl alone in the house with the lodger?
Mrs. Bunting's face went yellow with fear. "I thought you was indoors," she cried. "You was indoors! Whatever made you come out for, without first making sure I'd stay in?"
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"I do not require the use of your kitchen yet - thank you all the same, Mrs. Bunting. I shall come down later - altogether later - after you and your husband have gone to bed. But I should be much obliged if you would see that the gas people come to-morrow and put my stove in order. It might be done while I am out. That the shilling-in-the-slot machine should go wrong is very unpleasant. It has upset me greatly."
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"Perhaps Bunting could put it right for you, sir. For the matter of that, I could ask him to go up now.
"No, no, I don't want anything of that sort done to-night. Besides, he couldn't put it right. I am something of an expert, Mrs. Bunting, and I have done all I could. The cause of the trouble is quite simple. The machine is choked up with shillings; a very foolish plan, so I always felt it to be."
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But Joe still came very faithfully once or twice a week, so timing his calls that neither host nor hostess need press food upon him - nay, more, he had done that which showed him to have a good and feeling heart. He had offered his father's old acquaintance a loan, and Bunting, at last, had taken 30s. Very little of that money now remained
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Bunting still could jingle a few coppers in his pocket; and Mrs. Bunting had 2s. 9d.; that and the rent they would have to pay in five weeks, was all they had left. Everything of the light, portable sort that would fetch money had been said. Mrs. Bunting had a fierce horror of the pawnshop. She had never put her feet in such a place, and she declared she never would - she would rather starve first.
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"Last night ?the night between the 29th and 30th of October ?"wrote Joseph Rouletabille, "I woke up towards one o'clock in the morning. Was it sleeplessness, or noise without? ?The cry of the Bete du Bon Dieu rang out with sinister loudness from the end of the park. I rose and opened the window. Cold wind and rain; opaque darkness; silence. I reclosed my window.
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Again the sound of the cat's weird cry in the distance. I partly dressed in haste. The weather was too bad for even a cat to be turned out in it. What did it mean, then ?that imitating of the mewing of Mother Angenoux' cat so near the chateau? I seized a good-sized stick, the only weapon I had, and, without making any noise, opened the door.
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Pinocchio hesitated still another minute. Then, remembering how his father had often told him that a kind deed is never lost, he swam to Alidoro and, catching hold of his tail, dragged him to the shore.
The poor Dog was so weak he could not stand. He had swallowed so much salt water that he was swollen like a balloon. However, Pinocchio, not wishing to trust him too much, threw himself once again into the sea. As he swam away, he called out:
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Good-by, Alidoro, good luck and remember me to the family!"
"Good-by, little Pinocchio," answered the Dog. "A thousand thanks for having saved me from death. You did me a good turn, and, in this world, what is given is always returned. If the chance comes, I shall be there."
Pinocchio went on swimming close to shore. At last he thought he had reached a safe place. Glancing up and down the beach, he saw the opening of a cave out of which rose a spiral of smoke.
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The cab was already at the park gate and Robert Darzac was begging Frederic Larsan to open it for him, explaining that he was pressed for time to catch the next train leaving Epinay for Paris. Then he recognised me. While Larsan was unlocking the gate, Monsieur Darzac inquired what had brought me to the Glandier at such a tragic moment. I noticed that he was frightfully pale, and that his face was lined as if from the effects of some terrible suffering.
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"Is Mademoiselle getting better?" I immediately asked.
"Yes ,"he said. "She will be saved perhaps. She must be saved!"
He did not add "or it will be my death"; but I felt that the phrase trembled on his pale lips.
Rouletabille intervened:
"You are in a hurry, Monsieur; but I must speak with you. I have something of the greatest importance to tell you."
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“用炸药”
“不行”可惜很快便给徐教授否决了他的建议
“如果用炸药，不但山下的村民会马上知道，而且万一分量用的不对，引起大的雪崩大家都会死在这里”
“这个你放心，我们大可以运用炸弹自动定位系统”蒋易的财势与权利已经超出了在场人的想象。
“这个我已经向中国政府报备，如果有需要，我们随时可以开始”蒋易补充道
“……”教授不语，陷入矛盾之中，说实在的，他对古墓的狂热不比在场的任何一个人少，而这种狂热促使着他，失去冷静，忘掉责任。
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翌日，冈仁波奇峰上
“蒋先生，这样好吗？”我对蒋易问道，昨天在我脚下挖到的土层小洞今天已经变成了巨大的洞口。
“这是为他们好”蒋易说话的同时已经向洞口跳去。
今天一早，蒋易便带着我和几名同事上山进行挖掘工作，可是到了现场，我才知道除了这几位蒋易的助手外，只有我一人跟他扯不上边的。
“你害怕了”蒋易站在洞口对我一笑
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看一辈子都不会厌倦。”胤禟俯下脸，在她耳边轻语。
尘芳只觉他的鼻息吹得耳根生痒，笑嘻嘻的想躲开，肩头却被硬生生地抓住，动弹不得。她吃痛的仰起头，只对上胤禟漆黑的双眼，深邃的眼波中闪过丝惊惶与恐惧。
“不要再在我的生命里，悄然无息的就消失了。每一次，你总是这样毫无预警的离开我。如若你胆敢再这样，我是永远也不会原谅你的！”
尘芳一惊，茫然的望着他。忽然想到十余年前，也是在这一天，自己带着小敏离开了紫禁城，离开了京师，也来开了他。
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“好，除非你不要我了，否则我绝不会离开你。”她举起三指发誓。
胤禟面色一松，笑道：“我唬着你玩呢，瞧你脸都吓白了。”说着心疼地抚上她的脸。
“我知道。”尘芳握住他的手，放在颊边摩挲道：“你永远也不愿伤害我，也不会伤害我的！”
即使在他最绝望，最愤怒的时候，也不愿意伤害到自己。他在人前总是那般骄傲、自信，可是唯有面对自己时，却是如此彷徨、不安。因为他在乎，在乎我的一举一动，在乎我的一言一笑。多年前，我曾伤害了他这份真挚的情感，只为了报复他人带给我的痛苦。
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夜影哪肯离开自家世子，谁知道这个君少庄主想干什么？
君子悦见状只得说：“行，你也跟上吧，那马我明天让人送回去。”心想，反正师父只说让我把龙公子带过去，没说不能带多一个。
进到车厢里，龙飞玉几乎已经是瘫软在地，君子悦让夜影也进来好照顾龙飞玉。夜影从未见世子醉成这样，心中焦急。君子悦心中暗笑，“我这‘一杯倒’再加‘七里香’，就算是当真千杯不倒的人吃了也是立马就倒的。”
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一种军人天生的对危险的警觉感让龙飞玉从昏睡中惊醒过来，恍惚间看到离喉头半寸的地方，有一把剑尖指向自己。
龙飞玉不愧是见识过千军万马的大将军，丝毫没有心慌，先闭上眼，稳住心神，再把之前发生的事在心里想了一遍，知道大概是中了某人的暗算，然后再睁开眼，带着自己惯有的凌厉而桀骜的眼神看过去。
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看看镜子里那张艳丽而且绝对不脱俗的脸，多多满意地搁下了手中的胭脂。虽然最近都没什么人上她这元宝阁，但必要的伪装还是要的，说不定还会有人像世子爷那样出人意料。
“小姐为什么不告诉世子您已经怀孕了，那样的话……”
“那样的话会怎么样？”金多多扭头看向翠微。这丫头是四年前她第一次独自下山时路上救的，虽然身世坎坷，却依然心思单纯。这也是她当初会发善心救下她的原因，因为比较容易欺负。
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“那就可以、那就可以……总之不用像现在这样没名没分的。”
金多多有些好笑地看着这个单纯得有些愚蠢的小丫头，她还是以为自家小姐一年前的投怀送抱是因为爱上了靖南侯府的世子。
“翠浓你觉得呢？”金多多扫了一眼那个正在“清除”桌面的丫环，这丫头这么能吃居然也长不胖。
“唔？”翠浓的嘴里正塞着一块点心，没想到主子会点她的名。
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终于……终于关键时刻世纪大俗套出现了。
那个舞娘舞着舞着，一直蒙着面的丝巾突然自脸上滑了下来，一张绝色小脸顿时光溜溜地展现在众人眼前。
以前在书上看到，有人形容女人的容貌，总觉得不大可能。心想现代最美的女子，在演艺圈看得还真不少。那关之琳、萧蔷、刘嘉玲、李嘉欣甚至奥黛丽•赫本，在我看来都是一流大美女，然而，也没觉得谁谁谁真有那国色天香啊。
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但来了古代，平日里看到的女人，真幸运，不知是谁的遗传，一个一个卖相奇佳，家境又好，平常老百姓出身如我难免相形见绌。
自见到那刘凝香，便觉得大约绝色美女便当如此，玉骨冰肌，自成一格。然而，再看到这舞娘，便觉得平日里所见的美女，和她一比，都显得俗了。
《武王伐纣平话》卷上：“面如白玉，貌似姮娥，有沉鱼落雁之容，闭月羞花之貌。”
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正说话间，外边传来信太妃急匆匆的脚步声：“怎么呢，怎么呢？”
翊枫、我、刘氏均不出声，张嬷嬷刚刚掌手掌出狂劲来，此刻一五一十地把刚刚发生的事娓娓道来。
信太妃大怒，指着刘氏骂道：“好你个贱人，逾下不严，平日里占着枫儿的宠，在院子里横行霸道，我念在枫儿的面子上，好意忍让，你此时更是欺到正妃头上去了，不得了了？”
顿了顿，指着翊枫骂道：“我……我白养了你个逆子，做事这般毛躁，耳根子软，罢了，罢了，就当我没养过你这个儿子。”
翊枫见状，连忙赶上前去跪了下来，顿时，乌鸦鸦地跪满一地的人。看她还要继续，我连忙使使眼，示意她别做和，我已经寒透心了。
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她会意，仍是一副痛心疾首的表情：“你们这几个混账东西，非得把一个好端端的家给拆散了不可。”
翊枫不服气地辩道：“都是这大脚婆进门了，才惹了一大堆事出来。不然……”
“不然……不然就由着刘凝香把府里搅个天翻地覆？”信太妃怒道，“罢了，以后这正妃就搬去和我老婆子岛上同住吧，省着碍着你们小两口的眼……”
我看了看由奶娘抱着站在角落里，瑟瑟发抖的小召涵，可怜兮兮的。拉了拉信太妃衣袖，她接口道：“召涵那孩子，我看也免得被你们这些混账东西给教坏了，也由我带到岛上去养吧。”
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老哥唱得很高兴，这时的太阳已在皋兰山山腰，公园里渐渐有更多的人散心，老哥高高挽起袖子，问式云听不听他唱一首《在那遥远的地方》？式云喜形于色，这首王洛宾当年所创的的民歌是他最喜欢的歌曲之一。老哥拨起他的吉他，安详地草地上到处是散落的歌声：
在那遥远的地方
有位好姑娘
人们经过了她的帐篷
都要忍不住留恋的张望
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歌声让式云自然地想到了程茜，他记忆中最后的快乐时光，是她的温柔和细致换来的。中山公园的樱花开了，次第堆放的单樱和双樱随风摇落，顺风而长，团簇的樱花像孩子娇嫩的笑脸，在那些金黄的迎春花后面美丽着这个春天。他用单车带着她小心翼翼地混进公园，绕着那些美丽转自己的心情，转来转去，满怀的忧伤转成满怀的温暖和感动，容易忧伤的人容易感动，心性聪颖的人感觉敏锐。他们两个都是情感细腻的人，被对方的真诚感动着，长长的春天，还有长长长长的温柔和阳光……
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