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"It's p'ison. That's what it is. You just swaller some of it once -- you'll see."
So Tom unwound the thread from one of his needles, and each boy pricked the ball of his thumb and squeezed out a drop of blood. In time, after many squeezes, Tom managed to sign his initials, using
-113-the ball of his little finger for a pen. Then he showed Huckleberry how to make an H and an F, and the oath was complete. They buried the shingle close to the wall, with some dismal ceremonies and incantations, and the fetters that bound their tongues were considered to be locked and the key thrown away.
A figure crept stealthily through a break in the other end of the ruined building, now, but they did not notice it.

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him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this way--marking the points with a lean forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.
`You must follow me carefully. I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. The geometry, for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a misconception.'
`Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon?' said Filby, an argumentative person with red hair.
`I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it. You will soon admit as much as I need from you. You know of course that a mathematical line, a line of thickness NIL, has no real existence. They taught you that? Neither has a mathematical plane. These things are mere abstractions.'
`That is all right,' said the Psychologist.

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连长指着士官手里的编织袋向众人怒吼道：“现在把你们所有吃的东西全都扔到这个袋子里，如果一会让我查到谁那里还有吃的东西，那么他就死定了！”。
　　士官提着袋子从大家面前一一走过，当走到谁的面前，谁就马上把自己吃的东西全都丢到了袋子里面去，如果柜子里面还有的话，那么就会快速打开柜子把所有吃的全拿出来扔到里面。士官走到雷面前停了下来，此时吃的东西已经装了大半袋子了，雷见士官停下不往下走了，就大声叫道：“对不起，我没有什么吃的！”。
　　士官向雷投来了不信任的眼神，他向雷冷冷地道：“哪个是你的柜子，把它打开了。”。
　　雷看了一眼连长，见连长并没有反对士官的话，就知趣地跑到柜子面前把上面的锁打了开，然后向士官叫道：“这就是我的柜子！”。
　　士官一步步地走到柜子前面，他再次看了一眼雷，从雷那镇定的眼神里，士官多少感到一点雷说的话是真实的了。但他还是伸手把雷的背包盒了出来，接着就听到“哗啦”一声，雷包里面的东西全都掉在了地上，在确认里面并没有吃的东西之后，士官不屑地把雷的背包往地上一扔，然后就向那个编织袋走了过去。

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between Bessie and Abbot, I gathered enough of hope to
suffice as a motive for wishing to get well: a change seemed near,-
I desired and waited it in silence. It tarried, however: days and
weeks passed: I had regained my normal state of health, but no new
allusion was made to the subject over which I brooded. Mrs. Reed
surveyed me at times with a severe eye,
but seldom addressed me: since
my illness, she had drawn a more marked line of separation than ever
between me and her own children; appointing me a small closet to sleep
in by myself, condemning me to take my meals alone, and pass all my
time in the nursery, while my cousins were constantly in the
drawing-room. Not a hint, however, did she drop about sending me to