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纵身跳下去的话，一切的苦厄都不存在了……。
　　我轻蔑的回头看了一眼追上来的陈武，士可杀不可辱，我的性命我要掌握在自已手中，我不能够选择生的贵贱，但我还能决定死的方式，这人世间最后的一次我要轰轰烈烈、与众不同。
　　我再一次仰头凝望了一眼红霞初起的天际，然后笑着耸身跳下百丈危崖，在我的身下，是一条浊浪拍岸、涛卷长空的浩浩江流。我的身体在空中急速的坠落，死原来是如此的轻易，一点都不可怕，而这人世间的一切苦难与痛楚，对于我来说终于都结束了……。一阵童稚气十足的的歌声在我耳边响起，这一份轻柔是如此的熟悉，有一种吴侬软语的腔音，我这是身归故乡了吗？还是已经到了另一个世界，而滞留在此的只是我飘荡不羁的魂魄。
　　我挣扎着想动，身体却毫无知觉。
　　我极力要张口欲呼，却只能发出一丝微弱的声音。
　　“阿姐快来，这个死人醒过来了哎！”方才清亮的童声再一次传入我的耳际。
　　人死了便是死了，怎么可能会有死人复活的事！我睁开眼睛，映入眼眸的是一个梳着对角小辫伶俐乖巧的小童，他正睁着一对水汪汪的大眼睛，一眨不眨的对瞅着我。
　　“哎哟——！”我再一次挣扎着试图翻身起来，全身却是剧烈的疼痛。

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All the details of the crime were reported fully and rehashed daily inthin disguises.The A B C railway guide came in for its share of attention. The favourite theory was that it had been bought locally by the murdererand that it was a valuable clue to his identity.It also seemed to show thathe had come to the place by train and was intending to leave for London. The railway guide had not figured at all in the meagre accounts of theAndover murder，so there seemed at present little likelihood of the twocrimes being connected in the public eye.
"We've got to decide upon a policy，"said the Assistant Commissioner. "The thing is-which way will give us the best results?Shall we give thepublic the facts-enlist their cooperation-after all，it'll be thecooperation of several million people，looking our for a madman-""He won'tlook like a madman，"interjected Dr Thompson.

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have the same friend, and that whatever unhappy differences of opinion may exist between us, we are united in our love of you. It will be a comfort to me to tell you how things now are, and what are my present plans, if plans I can be said to have. I have been returned since Saturday. I was three weeks in London, and saw her (for London) very often. I had every attention from the Frasers that could be reasonably expected. I dare say I was not reasonable in carrying with me hopes of an intercourse at all like that of Mansfield.

It was her manner, however, rather than any unfrequency of meeting. Had she been different when I did see her, I should have made no complaint, but from the very first she was altered: my first reception was so unlike what I had hoped, that I had almost resolved on leaving London again

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Yes. T'other one's was one syllable. I know you. You was a spy-witness at the Bailey. What, in the name of the Father of Lies, own father to yourself, was you called at that time?" ¡¡¡¡"Barsad," said another voice, striking in. ¡¡¡¡"That's the name for a thousand pound!" cried Jerry. ¡¡¡¡The speaker who struck in, was Sydney Carton. He had his hands behind him under the skirts of his riding-coat, and he stood at Mr. Cruncher's elbow as negligently as he might have stood at the Old Bailey itself. ¡¡¡¡"Don't be alarmed, my dear Miss Pross. I arrived at Mr. Lorry's, to his surprise, yesterday evening; we agreed that I would not present myself elsewYes.
T'other one's was one syllable. I know you. You was a spy-witness at the Bailey. What, in the name of the Father of Lies, own father to yourself, was you called at that time?" ¡¡¡¡"Barsad," said another voice, striking in. ¡¡¡¡"That's the name for a thousand pound!" cried Jerry. ¡¡¡¡The speaker who struck in, was Sydney Carton. He had his hands behind him under the skirts of his riding-coat, and he stood at Mr. Cruncher's elbow as negligently as he might have stood at the Old Bailey itself. ¡¡¡¡"Don't be alarmed, my dear Miss Pross. I arrived at Mr. Lorry's, to his surprise, yesterday evening; we agreed that I would not present myself elsew

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Having made, at least, this one hit, whatever it might prove to be worth, and no customers coming in to help him to any other, Mr. Barsad paid for what he had drunk, and took his leave: taking occasion to say, in a genteel manner, before he departed, that he looked forward to the pleasure of seeing Monsieur and Madame Defarge again. For some minutes after he had emerged into the outer presence of Saint Antoine, the husband and wife remained exactly as he had left them, lest he should come back.
in a low voice, looking down at his wife as he stood smoking with his hand on the back of her chair: "what he has said of Ma'amselle Manette?" ¡¡¡¡"As he has said it," returned madame, lifting her eyebrows a little, "it is probably false. But it may be true." ¡¡¡¡"If it is-" Defarge began, and stopped. ¡¡¡¡"If it is?" repeated his wife.

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I thought you knowed everything, father," said the artless boy. ¡¡¡¡"Hem! Well," returned Mr. Cruncher, going on again, and lifting of his hat to give his spikes free play, "he's a tradesman." ¡¡¡¡"What's his goods, father?" asked the brisk Young Jerry. ¡¡¡¡"His goods," said Mr. Cruncher, after turning it over in his mind, "is a branch of Scientific goods." ¡¡¡¡"Persons' bodies, ain't it, father?" asked the lively boy. ¡¡¡¡"I believe it is something of that sort," said Mr. Cruncher. ¡¡¡¡"Oh, father, I should so like to be a Resurrection-Man when I'm quite growed up!" ¡¡¡¡Mr. Cruncher was soothed, but shook his head in a dubious and moral way. "
It depends upon how you develop your talents. Be careful to develop your talents, and never to say no more than you can help to nobody, and there's no telling at the present time what you may not come to be fit for." As Young Jerry, thus encouraged,

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It was midnight when I arrived at home. I had reached my own gate, and was standing listening for the deep bell of St. Paul's, the sound of which I thought had been borne towards me among the multitude of striking clocks, when I was rather surprised to see that the door of my aunt's cottage was open, and that a faint light in the entry was shining out across the road. ¡¡¡¡Thinking that my aunt might have relapsed into one of her old alarms, and might be watching the progress of some imaginary conflagration in the distance,

I went to speak to her. It was with very great surprise that I saw a man standing in her little garden. ¡¡¡¡He had a glass and bottle in his hand, and was in the act of drinking. I stopped short, among the thick foliage outside, for the moon was up now, though obscured; and I recognized the man whom I had once supposed to be a delusion of Mr. Dick's, and had once encountered with my aunt in the streets of the city.

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of Trees, in one of which there was a Hollow large enough to conceal me entirely; and where I might sit, and observe all their bloody Doings, and take my full aim at their Heads, when they were so close together, as that it would be next to impossible that I should miss my Shoot, or that I could fail wounding three or four Muskets, and my ordinary Fowling Piece. The two Muskets I loaded with a Brace of Slugs each, and four or five smaller Bullets, about the Size of Pistol Bullets; and the Fowling Piece I loaded with near a Handful of Swan-shot, of the largest Size; I also loaded my Pistols with about four Bullets each, and in this Posture, well provided with Ammunition for a second and third Charge, I prepar'd my self for my Expedition.
After I had thus laid the Scheme of my Design, and in my Imagination put it in Practice, I continually made my Tour every Morning up to the Top of the Hill, which was from my Castle, as I call'd it, about three Miles, or more, to see if I cou'd observe any Boats upon the Sea, coming near the Island, or standing over towards it; but I began to tire of this hard Duty, after I had for two or three Months constantly kept my Watch; but came always back without any Discovery, there having not in all that Time been the least Appearance, not only on, or near the Shore; but

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Thought was remov'd, all the Impression which was rais'd from it, wore off also, as I have noted already.
Even the Earthquake, tho' nothing could be more terrible in its Nature, or more immediately directing to the invisible Power which alone directs such Things, yet no sooner was the first Fright over, but the Impression it had made went off also. I had no more Sense of God or his Judgments, much less of the present Affliction of my Circumstances being from his Hand, than if I had been in the most prosperous came to place itself before me; when my Spirits began to sink under the Burthen of a strong Distemper, and Nature was exhausted with the Violence of the Feaver; Conscience that had slept so long, begun to awake, and I began to reproach my self with my past Life, in which I had so evidently, by uncommon Wickedness, provok'd the Justice of God to lay me under uncommon Strokes, and to deal with me in so vindictive a Manner.

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warrant you were frighted, wa'n't you, last Night, when it blew but a Cap full of Wind? A Cap full d'you call it? said I, 'twas a terrible Storm: A Storm, you Fool you, replies he, do you call that a Storm, why it was nothing at all; give us but a good Ship and Sea Room, and we think nothing of such a Squal of Wind as that; but you're but a fresh Water Sailor, Bob; come let us make a Bowl of Punch and we'll forget all that, d'ye see what charming Weather 'tis now. To make short this sad Part of my Story, we went the old way of all Sailors, the Punch was made, and I was made drunk with it, and in that one Night's Wickedness I drowned all my Repentance, all my Reflections upon my past Conduct, and all my Resolutions for my future. In a word, as the Sea was returned to its Smoothness of Surface and settled Calmness by the Abatement of that Storm, so the Hurry of my Thoughts being over, my Fears and Apprehensions of being swallow'd up by the Sea being forgotten, and the Current of my former Desires return'd, I entirely forgot the Vows and Promises that I made in my Distress. I found indeed some Intervals of Reflection, and the serious Thoughts
sometimes, but I shook them off, and rouz'd my self from them as it were from a Distemper, and applying my self to Drink and Company, Soon master'd the Return of those Fits, for so I call'd them, and I had in five or six Days got as compleat a Victory over Conscience as any young Fellow that resolv'd not to be troubled with it, could desire: But I was to have another Trial for it still; and Providence, as in such Cases generally it does, resolv'd to leave me entirely without Excuse. For if I would not take this for a Deliverance, the next was to be such a one as the

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Linton had sunk prostrate again in another paroxysm of helpless fear, caused by his father's glance towards him, I suppose: there was nothing else to produce such humiliation. He made several efforts to obey, but his little strength was annihilated for the time, and he fell back again with a moan. Mr Heathcliff
I will, Father,' he panted. `Only, let me alone, or I shall faint. I've done as you wished, I'm sure. Catherine will tell you that I--that I--have been cheerful. Ah! keep by me, Catherine: give me your hand.'
`Take mine,' said his father; `stand on your feet. There now--she'll lend you her arm: that's right, look at her. You would imagine I was the devil himself, Miss Linton, to excite such horror. Be so kind as to walk home with him, will you? He shudders if I touch him.'
`Linton, dear!' whispered Catherine, `I can't go to Wuthering Heights: papa has forbidden me. He'll not harm you: why are you so afraid?'
`I can never re-enter that house,' he answered. `I'm not to re-enter it without you!'
`Stop!' cried his father. `We'll respect Catherine's filial scruples. Nelly, take him in, and I'll follow your advice concerning the doctor, without delay.'
`You'll do well,' replied I. `But I must remain with my mistress: to mind your son

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`Well, don't cry,' replied Catherine, contemptuously, `you're not killed. Don't make more mischief; my brother is coming: be quiet! Give over, Isabella! Has anybody hurt you?'
`There, there, children--to your seats!' cried Hindley, bustling in. `That brute of a lad has warmed me nicely. Next time, Master Edgar, take the law into your own fists--it will give you an appetite!'
The little party recovered its equanimity at sight of the fragrant feast. They were hungry after their ride, and easily consoled, since no real harm had befallen them. Mr Earnshaw carved bountiful platefuls, and the mistress made them merry with lively talk. I waited behind her chair, and was pained to behold Catherine, with dry eyes and an indifferent air, commence cutting up the wing of a goose before her. `An unfeeling child,' I thought to myself; `how lightly she dismisses her old playmate's
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troubles. I could not have imagined her to be so selfish.' She lifted a mouthful to her lips; then she set it down again: her cheeks flushed, and the tears gushed over them. She slipped her fork to the floor, and hastily dived under the cloth to conceal her emotion. I did not cal her unfeeling long; for I perceived she was in purgatory through out the day, and wearying to find an opportunity of getting by herself, or paying a visit to Heathcliff, who had been locked up b the master: as I discovered, on endeavouring to introduce to him private mess of victuals.
In the evening we had a dance. Cathy begged that he might b liberated then, as Isabella Linton had no partner; her entreaties were vain, and I was appointed to supply the deficiency. We got rid of all gloom in the excitement of the exercise, and our pleasure was increased by the arrival of the Gimmerton band, mustering fifteen strong: a trumpet, a trombone, clarionets, bassoon French horns, and a bass viol, besides singers. They go the rounds of all the respectable houses, and receive contributions every Christmas, and we esteemed it a first-rate treat to hear them. After the usual carols had been sung, we set them to songs and glees. Mrs Earnshaw loved the music, and so they gave us plenty.
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his stern zeal woke: he was in deep earnest, wrestling with God, and
resolved on a conquest. He supplicated strength for the
weak-hearted; guidance for wanderers from the fold: a return, even
at the eleventh hour, for those whom the temptations of the world
and the flesh were luring from the narrow path. He asked, he urged, he
claimed the boon of a brand snatched from the burning. Earnestness
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at his; then, when it continued and rose, I was touched by it, and
at last awed. He felt the greatness and goodness of his purpose so
sincerely: others who heard him plead for it, could not but feel it
too.
The prayer over, we took leave of him: he was to go at a very early
hour in the morning. Diana and Mary having kissed him, left the
room- in compliance, I think, with a whispered hint from him: I
tendered my hand, and wished him a pleasant journey.
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a shawl, and once more, clean and respectable looking- no speck of the
dirt, no trace of the disorder I so hated, and which seemed so to
degrade me, left- I crept down a stone staircase with the aid of the
banisters, to a narrow low passage, and found my way presently to
the kitchen.
It was full of the fragrance of new bread and the warmth of a
generous fire. Hannah was baking. Prejudices, it is well known, are
most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been
loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds
among stones. Hannah had been cold and stiff, indeed, at the first:
latterly she had begun to relent a little; and when she saw me come in
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tidy and well-dressed, she even smiled.
'What, you have got up!' she said. 'You are better, then. You may
sit you down in my chair on the hearthstone, if you will.'
She pointed to the rocking-chair: I took it. She bustled about,
examining me every now and then with the corner of her eye. Turning to
me, as she took some loaves from the oven, she asked bluntly-
'Did you ever go a-begging afore you came here?'
I was indignant for a moment; but remembering that anger was out of
the question, and that I had indeed appeared as a beggar to her, I
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'Utter it, Jane: but I wish that instead of a mere inquiry into,
perhaps, a secret, it was a wish for half my estate.'
'Now, King Ahasuerus! What do I want with half your estate? Do
you think I am a Jew-usurer, seeking good investment in land? I
would much rather have all your confidence. You will not exclude me
from your confidence if you admit me to your heart?'
'You are welcome to all my confidence that is worth having, Jane;
but for God's sake, don't desire a useless burden! Don't long for
poison- don't turn out a downright Eve on my hands!'
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'Why not, sir? You have just been telling me how much you liked
to be conquered, and how pleasant over-persuasion is to you. Don't you
think I had better take advantage of the confession, and begin and
coax and entreat- even cry and be sulky if necessary- for the sake
of a mere essay of my power?'
'I dare you to any such experiment. Encroach, presume, and the game
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stupid dupe!- Could not even self-interest make you wiser? You
repeated to yourself this morning the brief scene of last night?-
Cover your face and be ashamed! He said something in praise of your
eyes, did he? Blind puppy! Open their bleared lids and look on your
own accursed senselessness! It does good to no woman to be flattered
by her superior, who cannot possibly intend to marry her; and it is
madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which,
if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if
discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like, into miry
wilds whence there is no extrication.
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'Listen, then, Jane Eyre, to your sentence: to-morrow, place the
glass before you, and draw in chalk your own picture, faithfully,
without softening one defect; omit no harsh line, smooth away no
displeasing irregularity; write under it, "Portrait of a Governess,
disconnected, poor, and plain."
'Afterwards, take a piece of smooth ivory- you have one prepared in
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'Far from it. I was tormented by the contrast between my idea and
my handiwork: in each case I had imagined something which I was
quite powerless to realise.'
'Not quite: you have secured the shadow of your thought; but no
more, probably. You had not enough of the artist's skill and science
to give it full being: yet the drawings are, for a school-girl,
peculiar. As to the thoughts, they are elfish. These eyes in the
Evening Star you must have seen in a dream. How could you make them
look so clear, and yet not at all brilliant? for the planet above
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quells their rays. And what meaning is that in their solemn depth? And
who taught you to paint wind? There is a high gale in that sky, and on
this hill-top. Where did you see Latmos? For that is Latmos. There!
put the drawings away!'
I had scarce tied the strings of the portfolio, when, looking at
his watch, he said abruptly-
'It is nine o'clock: what are you about, Miss Eyre, to let Adele
sit up so long? Take her to bed!'
Adele went to kiss him before quitting the room: he endured the
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revenge never worries my heart, degradation never too deeply
disgusts me, injustice never crushes me too low: I live in calm,
looking to the end.'
Helen's head, always drooping, sank a little lower as she
finished this sentence. I saw by her look she wished no longer to talk
to me, but rather to converse with her own thoughts. She was not
allowed much time for meditation: a monitor, a great rough girl,
presently came up, exclaiming in a strong Cumberland accent-
'Helen Burns, if you don't go and put your drawer in order, and
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'Helen Burns, if you don't go and put your drawer in order, and
fold up your work this minute, I'll tell Miss Scatcherd to come and
look at it!'
Helen sighed as her reverie fled, and getting up, obeyed the
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佟志不理会，继续整理。文丽再问:你到底要干什么？！
　　佟志仍不理会，利索地拉上行李袋拉链，提着就要走。文丽终于压抑不住了，上前猛推佟志，喊:你想干什么？啊？
　　佟志挥手将文丽抡了一个圈，文丽踉踉跄跄站住，嘶声叫:你要走，你也说清楚，你为什么走！
　　佟志拎着包，盯着文丽，说:虚伪！愚蠢！我去不成分厂的事是你干的，你找过厂里，找过我师傅，是不是？
　　文丽一时语塞，嗫嚅着说:我……
　　佟志瞪着她，大声地说:别再撒谎！
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文丽心虚地说:我什么时候撒过谎？我是跟你师傅谈过，可我跟她说我们家没困难，我说我支持你走。你去问你师傅，我是不是这么说的？
　　佟志冷笑，说:我还不知道你，惯用伎俩，你没困难你找厂里干什么？啊，这不明摆着嘛，嘴里说支持，可那哭哭啼啼一副可怜相，谁不知道你实际想说什么？
　　文丽说:就算我不想让你走，犯什么罪了？你这么深仇大恨的，不就……
　　佟志冷冷地说:我跟你说过，这是我最后的机会，你没有蠢到听不懂人话吧！
　　文丽说:我是蠢，我那时候说完了就后悔了，我找过领导，我今天还跟你师傅说，我家里一点困难也没有，我希望你走，我希望你现在就走。
　　佟志说:神经病！
　　佟志提着行李袋就往外走，文丽堵着不让道。
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佟母说着放手，然后示意文秀松手。文秀也松开手。文丽站了一会儿，一阵头晕，文秀赶紧扶住。文丽低声说:姐，回家吧，我要找咱妈。
　　文秀扶着文丽走，走几步回头看佟母。佟母没有动，看着文丽背影朗声说:回娘家住几天也好，正好我也想看亲家，晚上我带南方她们姐几个看姥姥去。
　　佟母急匆匆回了家，让南方写她的口述，燕妮在一旁当参谋。佟母说:下面一句是:如果生的不是男孩，那么，不管生下来什么，都交给我，也就是交给奶奶，带回重庆，再也不回北京来。
　　燕妮在一旁说:奶奶，什么叫不管生下来什么呀，难道还能生出个小猫小狗？南方和多多笑了。
　　佟母说:去，不过是打一个比方，表明奶奶要孙子的坚定决心。
　　燕妮说:哼，奶奶，我们家三个女孩呢，你别老重男轻女。不然，我们可欺负死他！
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佟母拍燕妮的脑袋，说:就你事多！南方，写完没有？
　　南方递纸给奶奶，抬头看见佟志进来，就叫了爸爸。
　　佟志一看那阵势，说:妈，写什么呢？
　　燕妮快言快语，说:奶奶准备去姥姥家接妈妈，给姥姥家写保证书呢！
　　佟志怔了一下，眼前瞬间闪现出很久以前，自己给文家写保证书的事儿。他神情茫然，看着佟母带着南方出门走了，也跟了出去……oil painting from picture