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wanted,' said Jo, crossly, for she disliked the trouble of overseeing a fidgety child, when she wanted to enjoy herself. Her tone and manner angered Amy, who began to put her boots on, saying, in her most aggravating way, `I shall go; Meg says I may; and if I pay for myself, Laurie hasn't anything to do with it.' ¡¡¡¡`You can't sit with us, for our seats are reserved, and you mustn't sit alone; so Laurie will give you his place, and that will spoil our pleasure; or he'll get another seat for you, and that isn't proper, when you weren't asked. You shan't stir a step; so you may just stay where
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you are,' scolded Jo, crosser than ever, having just pricked her finger in her hurry. ¡¡¡¡Sitting on the floor, with one boot on, Amy began to cry, and Meg to reason with her, when Laurie called from below, and the two girls hurried down, leaving their sister wailing; for now and then she forgot her grown-up ways, and acted like a spoilt child. Just as the party were setting out, Amy called over the bannisters, in a threatening voice, `You'll be sorry for this, Jo March; see if you ain't.' ¡¡¡¡`Fiddlesticks!' returned Jo, slamming the door.

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Rather to her surprise Lucy was aware of a queer fascination. There was a quality of charm about Alfred, perhaps due to sheer animal magnetism. She laughed and slipped from his encircling arm.
"This is not time for dalliance. there's dinner to think about."
"So there is, Lucy, and you're a lovely cook. What's for dinner."
"Wait and see! You're as bad as the boys!"
They entered the house and Lucy hurried to the kitchen. She was rather surprised to be interrupted in her preparations by Harold Crackenthorpe.
"Miss Eyelesbarrow, can I speak to you about something?"
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Would later do, Mr. Crackenthorpe? I'm rather behind hand."
"Certainly. Certainly. After dinner?"
"Yes, that will do."
Dinner was duly served and appreciated. Lucy finished washing up and came out into the hall to find Harold Crackenthorpe waiting for her.
"Yes, Mr. Crackenthorpe?"
"Shall we come in here?" He opened the door of the drawing-room and led the way. He shut the door behind her.
"I shall be leaving early in the morning," he explained, "but I want to tell you how struck I have been by your ability."
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He crept down the stairs...... Still no one.That was luck.He paused at the foot of the stairs.Which waynow? He made up his mind，darted quickly along a passage and out by the doorthat gave into the yard.A couple of chauffeurs were there tinkering withcars and discussing winners and losers. Mr Cust hurried across the yard and out into the street. Round the first corner to the right-then to the left-right again...... Dare he risk the station? Yes-there would be crowds there-special trains-if luck were on his sidehe would do it all right...... If only luck were with him......
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Inspector Crome was listening to the excited utterances of Mr Leadbetter. "I assure you，inspector，my heart misses a beat when I think of it.Hemust actually have been sitting beside me all through the programme!" Inspector Crome，completely indifferent to the behaviour of MrLeadbetter's heart，said: "Just let me have it quite clear?This man went out towards the close ofthe big picture-""Not a Sparrow-Katherine Royal，"murmured Mr Leadbetterautomatically.
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There was something so peculiar about the tentative way he said the wordthat Mrs Marbury looked at him in surprise. "Cheltenham's a nice place，"she said conversationally."I went therefrom Bristol one year.The shops are ever so nice." "I suppose so-yes." Mrs Marbury stooped rather stiffly-for stooping did not suit herfigure-to pick up the paper that was lying crumpled on the floor. "Nothing but this murdering business in the papers nowadays，"she saidas she glanced at the headlines before putting it back on the table."Givesme the creeps，it does.I don't read it.It's like Jack the Ripper all overagain." Mr Cust's lips moved，but no sound came from them.
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"Doncaster-that's the place he's going to do his next murder，"said MrsMarbury."And tomorrow!Fairly makes your flesh creep，doesn't it?If I livedin Doncaster and my name began with a D，I'd take the first train away，thatI would.I'd run no risks.What did you say，Mr Cust?" "Nothing，Mrs Marbury-nothing." "It's the races and all.No doubt he thinks he'll get his opportunitythere.Hundreds of police，they say，they're drafting in and-Why，Mr Cust，you do look bad.Hadn't you better have a little drop of something?Really，now，you oughtn't to go travelling today." Mr Cust drew himself up.
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"What do you wish me to do?"
"Send me back to Kansas, where my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are," she answered earnestly. "I don't like your country, although it is so beautiful. And I am sure Aunt Em will be dreadfully worried over my being away so long."
The eyes winked three times, and then they turned up to the ceiling and down to the floor and rolled around so queerly that they seemed to see every part of the room. And at last they looked at Dorothy again.
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"Why should I do this for you?" asked Oz.
"Because you are strong and I am weak; because you are a Great Wizard and I am only a little girl."
"But you were strong enough to kill the Wicked Witch of the East," said Oz.
"That just happened," returned Dorothy simply; "I could not help it."
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The old man glided away, stooping, stealthily, catlike, and brought the low bench. He seated himself upon it, half his body in the dim and flickering light, and the other half in shadow; and so, with his craving eyes bent upon the slumbering boy, he kept his patient vigil there, heedless of the drift of time, and softly whetted his knife, and mumbled and chuckled; and in aspect and attitude he resembled nothing so much as a grizzly, monstrous spider, gloating over some hapless insect that lay bound and helpless in his web.
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After a long while, the old man, who was still gazing-yet not seeing, his mind having settled into a dreamy abstraction-observed on a sudden that the boy's eyes were open-wide open and staring!-staring up in frozen horror at the knife. The smile of a gratified devil crept over the old man's face, and he said, without changing his attitude or occupation:
"Son of Henry the Eighth, hast thou prayed?"
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"Oh, Ellen," she cried, "do let us begin by going into the Chamber of Horrors! I've never been in there. Old Aunt made father promise he wouldn't take me the only time I've ever been here. But now that I'm eighteen I can do just as I like; besides, Old Aunt will never know."
Mr. Sleuth looked down at her, and a smile passed for a moment over his worn, gaunt face.
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"Yes," he said, "let us go into the Chamber of Horrors; that's a good idea, Miss Bunting. I've always wanted to see the Chamber of Horrors."
They turned into the great room in which the Napoleonic relics were then kept, and which led into the curious, vault-like chamber where waxen effigies of dead criminals stand grouped in wooden docks. Mary Cassatt painting

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Mrs. Bunting felt herself to be all smell.
At last the unhappy woman fell into a deep, troubled sleep; and then she dreamed a most terrible and unnatural dream. Hoarse voices seemed to be shouting in her ear: "The Avenger close here! The Avenger close here!" "'Orrible murder off the Edgware Road!" "The Avenger at his work again"'
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And even in her dream Mrs. Bunting felt angered - angered and impatient. She knew so well why she was being disturbed by this horrid nightmare! It was because of Bunting - Bunting, who could think and talk of nothing else than those frightful murders, in which only morbid and vulgar-minded people took any interest.
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Now everyone was talking of The Avenger and his crimes! Even the man who left their ha'porth of milk at the door each morning had spoken to Bunting about them that very day.
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Bunting came back to the fire and looked down at his wife with mild excitement. Then, seeing her pale, apathetic face, her look of weary, mournful absorption, a wave of irritation swept through him. He felt he could have shaken her!
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Ellen had hardly taken the trouble to listen when he, Bunting, had come back to bed that morning, and told her what the milkman had said. In fact, she had been quite nasty about it, intimating that she didn't like hearing about such horrid things.
It was a curious fact that though Mrs. Bunting enjoyed tales of pathos and sentiment, and would listen with frigid amusement to the details of a breach of promise action
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perhaps, escape; but, perhaps, I may be able to save Mademoiselle Stangerson's life. Suppose the murderer on this occasion is not here to murder? The door has been opened to allow him to enter; by whom? ?And it has been refastened ?by whom? ?Mademoiselle Stangerson shuts herself up in her apartment with her nurses every night. Who turned the key of that chamber to allow the murderer to enter? ?The nurses
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two faithful domestics? The old chambermaid, Sylvia? It is very improbable. Besides, they slept in the boudoir, and Mademoiselle Stangerson, very nervous and careful, Monsieur Robert Darzac told me, sees to her own safety since she has been well enough to move about in her room, which I have not yet seen her leave. This nervousness and sudden care on her part
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Suddenly, a large Dog, attracted by the odor of the boiling oil, came running into the cave.
"Get out!" cried the Fisherman threateningly and still holding onto the Marionette, who was all covered with flour.
But the poor Dog was very hungry, and whining and wagging his tail, he tried to say:
"Give me a bite of the fish and I'll go in peace."
"Get out, I say!" repeated the Fisherman.
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And he drew back his foot to give the Dog a kick.
Then the Dog, who, being really hungry, would take no refusal, turned in a rage toward the Fisherman and bared his terrible fangs. And at that moment, a pitiful little voice was heard saying: "Save me, Alidoro; if you don't, I fry!"
The Dog immediately recognized Pinocchio's voice. Great was his surprise to find that the voice came from the little flour-covered bundle that the Fisherman held in his hand.
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At that moment the young man came out of the chateau in the company of Monsieur Robert Darzac, and, extraordinary to relate, I saw, at a glance, that they were the best of friends. "We are going to The Yellow Room. Come with us," Rouletabille said to me. "You know, my dear boy, I am going to keep you with me all day. We'll breakfast together somewhere about here -"
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"You'll breakfast with me, here, gentlemen -"
"No, thanks," replied the young man. "We shall breakfast at the Donjon Inn."
"You'll fare very badly there; you'll not find anything -"
"Do you think so? Well, I hope to find something there," replied Rouletabille. "After breakfast, we'll set to work again. I'll write my article and if you'll be so good as to take it to the office for me -"
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“我”陈可心突然觉得自己象一块猪肉，放在砧板上任人宰割，她本能的想逃，刚迈开脚，却发现她的四肢已经结结实实的给绑了起来
“放开我”陈可心激动地尖叫，她的叫声成功地引起了大家的注目，可是下一秒更大的声浪很快便把她的声音给淹没了。
“天啦”她现在只有好好睡一觉得冲动，希望梦醒之后，她的人还在古墓里。
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“……—%￥#”陈可心冷眼看着底下的争吵，暗自安慰自己还好不是被运到未开化的民族，要不然恐怕不等醒来，已经成为一堆白骨了
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“—……%￥#”嘈杂声结束了，站在高台上的男人象征性的说了几句话，看样子是在总结。短暂的安静之后，高台上被绑着的男女接二连三的被推向前面，这个情景有点象……贩卖人口，脑海中的第一反映，陈可心放松下来，观察起陌生的四周，希望可以找到这个国家标志。
这是一个带有明显美索不达米亚色彩的城市。小小的马路四通八达，到处林立着卖东西的商人，牛马穿梭于市，高高的祭台树立在城市的最高点，除了最北面豪华的不象是住家的建筑，其他并没有什么不正常。
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Mary Cassatt painting

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“桃之夭夭，灼灼其华。之子于归，宜其室家。桃之夭夭，有蕡其实。之子于归，宜其家室。桃之夭夭，其叶蓁蓁。之子于归，宜其家人。”
今日是尘芳的生辰，一眨眼已过去了十数个寒暑，当年她吟唱的‘桃夭’，依稀犹在耳边，待嫁女儿心，当时自己又是何等期待和欣喜地等待着她每一岁的增长。
每当自己叹息她的年幼时，她总会噘着嘴，冷哼道：“我心里活的岁数未必比你小。再说了，我都没嫌你老迈，你竟然嫌我稚小。知道什么是‘一枝梨树压海棠’吗？吃亏的是我啊！”
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自己不禁哈哈大笑，他的梅儿是那般的与众不同，是那样的惊世骇俗，他的梅儿是那般的独一无二。当自己终于快盼到她及妍能迎娶她的时候，一切却在一夕间破灭。
“这是我找了好久，才找到的琥珀珠子。你看，多像你的一双眼睛啊！”尘芳笑盈盈地将那对打着五彩丝攒花长穗的琥珀珠子系在自己的腰间，郑重其事道：“戴着它，你便会想到我了。”
“那我每日都戴着，时刻不离身。”自己信誓旦旦道。
可是如今——胤礽看着手中的琥珀珠子，原本该是一对的，却已形单影支。
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“所以，如果我那时也是这番模样，也是这般聪慧的话，就可以留下来，直到高贵的世子夫人进门？”
龙飞玉一时间不知该如何回答她，现在他都有先将玲珑和苏雪琴遣散出去的想法，好让皇上可以放心地指婚。即使当时她能留下来，应该也逃不过这个命运。
看到龙飞玉语塞的样子，金多多又笑了，“世子放心，不论是过去、现在还是将来，我金多多都没想过要做世子夫人，也不稀罕做世子夫人。”
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听了这句话，龙飞玉觉得自己应该感到舒心才对，可为何却有些失落感。就算是苏雪琴心里也不可能真这样想，这金元宝是真心如此？
“那你当年为何要跟着我？”
“哦，那世子为何要收下苏大美人呢？”
“什么！你的意思是……”龙飞玉说不出口。自己相貌出众，从小就受到众人的羡慕或妒嫉，却从未有人敢当面调笑自己，不由大怒。“你这女人，真是不知羞耻！”
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父亲冷冷地对她说，她已经十九岁了，到时会有更多更年轻美貌的女子，皇上不一定会看中她。可进了靖南侯府，那些女人一定不是她的对手。有了世子爷的恩宠，再加上右相府的势力，等世子大婚后，一定可以做侧室。
母亲也劝她，因为只要她答应了，父亲就会给母亲一个妾室的身份。
她在心中冷笑，母亲为了得到一个名分，竟要自己的女儿去做一个没有名分的女人。
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她最后还是答应了，因为父亲说，如果她不愿意，一定会后悔，以后是决不会有比这再好的姻缘了。
她还是害怕了，害怕父亲会把她随意嫁给一个老态龙钟或是粗俗不堪的男人，就像其他姐妹那样。
临行前，父母一再叮咛，要她改掉那孤傲的性子，要对世子爷温柔些、妩媚些。但她做不到，一看见其他女人在世子爷面前邀宠献媚，她就觉得恶心。
她就是这性子，世子喜欢也罢，不喜欢也罢。她本就没想过要过以色侍人的生活。她现在已经不是右相府的人，父亲也不能再把她怎么样。至于母亲，她已经还了她的生养之恩了。
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大家都面对那场浓雾严阵以待，我叹了口气：笨笨，这是明显的烟遁，雾里哪还有人？
我晕，这回是我猜错了！雾里有人。还不止一个。那个西域舞娘及琴师都在中间老实地站着，还多了两个人，一个长公主，一个着皇子服饰的人。汗，居然是嘉靖帝的皇长子。这回这俩尊贵的人，临时充当人质。
我有一丝丝的愧疚，刚刚怎么把长公主给忘记了。
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此刻……此刻堂中所有的人，包括官员、侍卫、宫女、太监、刺客包括人质都目瞪口呆地看着上方我们所在的位置。准确地说，是看着我。连站在我身前的朱三总管、翊枫、一旁的太后、仁寿宫首席宫女彩云及总管何先，也是一脸不自然地看着我。连嘉靖帝也是一副好笑又好气的表情。我仔仔细细地打量自己一番，汗，也没衣衫不整啊。
再仔细一瞅，巨汗！我终于发现我有什么不对了，我坐的这个椅子，貌似是有主人的，看它那黄布椅垫就知道了。
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我看他二人君臣和乐，相谈甚欢，心中暗叹：这和谐社会也不远了。
嘉靖帝一边闲聊，一边抽空上下打量了我一番，看到丈夫翊枫进退有度，我这做妻子哪能扯他后腿，也是该娇羞时娇羞，该大方时扯脸微笑，自认十分的端正大方，温柔贤淑。
居然得到皇帝陛下满眼疑问的神情，我哪里不对了吗？额滴神，额已经尽力了好不好？您要求也忒高了吧？
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朱三在一旁看着我的各式笑颜，貌似冻坏了般张开那小受般纯洁的大眼睛，一眨不眨地盯着我下死劲地猛瞧，我回以亲切灿烂的笑容，终于把他给吓退了。却不料那边的君臣二人正好结束一小段交谈，不正不偏地把我和小三总管的“互动”一一看在眼里。正尴尬间，外边有人回禀，右丞相大人有要紧事禀报。嘉靖帝朝我貌似不明地笑了笑：“今天是你们三朝的大日子，王妃的娘家又没嫡亲的人，要不，你们让长公主府热闹热闹去！”总算放过我们了。
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Mary Cassatt painting

Mary Cassatt painting

程茜要去长春老家，那里有她的爷爷奶奶，将有一段安静的生活在等待她，我从心底为她和式云祝福。
淡淡地这个夏天，装着我淡淡的青春。在我的梦中，这个夏天属于式云，他的世界里有淡淡的风淡淡的云，不知道有没有淡淡的心情和往事。
式云正在兰州。他在等一飞，一直没有剪去的头发疯狂地张扬着他的野性和几个月来的沧桑。轮廓分明的脸黑黑地皮肤，眼神迷离而坚毅，依然是干净泛白的格子衬衫和牛仔裤，裤脚卷着毛毛的白边。
他这一路从南京出发，兜里揣着长江口的风，西行穿越安徽皖南的古民居，再从铁轨上奔过河南洛阳。来到黄河岸边，溯河而上进入陕西古都西安，再过咸阳，走崆峒，最后进入甘肃，到达兰州。
明子问过我们，喜欢流水的幸福还是喜欢树的幸福。流水主动去经历两岸的景色，而树只是被动的经历来往的风和云朵，它一生只会守住一个地方的风雨变化，水一生都会寻找一种风雨变化，看哪一种适合自己，但它不一定会碰到自己要的。
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