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little tailor went forth, and the hundred horsemen followed him. When he came to the outskirts of the forest, he said to his followers, "Just stay waiting here, I alone will soon finish off the giants."
Then he bounded into the forest and looked about right and left. After a while he perceived both giants. They lay sleeping under a tree, and snored so that the branches waved up and down. The little tailor, not idle, gathered two pocketsful of stones, and with these climbed up the tree. When he was half-way up, he slipped down by a branch, until he sat just above the sleepers, and then let one stone after another fall on the breast of one of the giants.
For a long time the giant felt nothing, but at last he awoke, pushed his comrade, and said, "Why are you knocking me?"
"You must be dreaming," said the other, "I am not knocking you."

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steadily, day after day; and for weeks upon end they would camp, here and there, the dogs loafing and the men burning holes through frozen muck and gravel and washing countless pans of dirt by the heat of the fire. Sometimes they went hungry, sometimes they feasted riotously, all according to the abundance of game and the fortune of hunting. Summer arrived, and dogs and men packed on their backs, rafted across blue mountain lakes, and descended or ascended unknown rivers in slender boats whipsawed from the standing forest.
The months came and went, and back and forth they twisted through the uncharted vastness, where no men were and yet where men had been if the Lost Cabin were true. They went across divides in summer blizzards, shivered under the midnight sun on naked mountains between the timber line and the eternal snows, dropped into summer valleys amid swarming gnats and flies, and in the shadows of glaciers picked strawberries and flowers as ripe and fair as any the Southland could boast. In the fall of the year they penetrated a weird lake country, sad and silent, where wildfowl had been, but where then there was no life nor sign of life—only the blowing of chill winds, the forming of ice in sheltered places, and the melancholy rippling of waves on lonely beaches.

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I know," said my friend slowly; "I know - We shall have to eat red meat - now."
I confess I did not in the least understand what Rouletabille meant by what he had said; but the landlord, as soon as he heard the words, uttered an oath, which he at once stifled, and placed himself at our orders as obediently as Monsieur Robert Darzac had done, when he heard Rouletabille's prophetic sentence - "The presbytery has lost nothing of its charm, nor the garden its brightness." Certainly my friend knew how to make people understand him by the use of wholly incomprehensible phrases. I observed as much to him, but he merely smiled. I should have proposed that he give me some explanation; but he put a finger to his lips, which evidently signified that he had not only determined not to speak, but also enjoined silence on my part.
Meantime the man had pushed open a little side door and called to somebody to bring him half a dozen eggs and a piece of beefsteak. The commission was quickly executed by a strongly-built young woman with beautiful blonde hair and large, handsome eyes, who regarded us with curiosity.

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My Dear Fanny,--Excuse me that I have not written before. Crawford told me that you were wishing to hear from me, but I found it impossible to write from London, and persuaded myself that you would understand my silence. Could I have sent a few happy lines, they should not have been wanting, but nothing of that nature was ever in my power. I am returned to Mansfield in a less assured state that when I left it. My hopes are much weaker. You are probably aware of this already. So very fond of you as Miss Crawford is,

it is most natural that she should tell you enough of her own feelings to furnish a tolerable guess at mine. I will not be prevented, however, from making my own communication. Our confidences in you need not clash. I ask no questions. There is something soothing in the idea that we

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distance, and accepted my inevitable place. When I read to Agnes what I wrote; when I saw her listening face; moved her to smiles or tears; and heard her cordial voice so earnest on the shadowy events of that imaginative world in which I lived; I thought what a fate mine might have been - but only thought so, as I had thought after I was married to Dora, what I could have wished my wife to be. ¡¡¡¡My duty to Agnes, who loved me with a love,

which, if I disquieted, I wronged most selfishly and poorly, and could never restore; my matured assurance that I, who had worked out my own destiny, and won what I had impetuously set my heart on, had no right to murmur, and must bear; comprised what I felt and what I had learned. But I loved her: and now it even became some consolation to me, vaguely to conceive a distant day when I might blamelessly avow it; when all this should be over; when I could say 'Agnes, so it was when I came home; and now I am old, and I never have loved since!'

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near the door. A pretty girl, who had her ears stopped with her apron, and her eyes upon the door, screamed when I appeared, supposing me to be a spirit; but the others had more presence of mind, and were glad of an addition to their company. One man, referring to the topic they had been discussing, asked me whether I thought the souls of the collier-crews who had gone down, were out in the storm? ¡¡¡¡I remained there, I dare say, two hours. Once, I opened the yard-gate, and looked into the empty street. The sand, the sea-weed, and the flakes of foam, were driving by; and I was obliged to call for assistance before I could shut the gate again, and make it fast against the wind. ¡¡¡¡There was a dark gloom in my solitary chamber,
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when I at length returned to it; but I was tired now, and, getting into bed again, fell - off a tower and down a precipice - into the depths of sleep. I have an impression that for a long time, though I dreamed of being elsewhere and in a variety of scenes, it was always blowing in my dream. At length, I lost that feeble hold upon reality, and was engaged with two dear friends, but who they were I don't know, at the siege of some town in a roar of cannonading.

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Coming into Canterbury, I loitered through the old streets with a sober pleasure that calmed my spirits, and eased my heart. There were the old signs, the old names over the shops, the old people serving in them. It appeared so long, since I had been a schoolboy there, that I wondered the place was so little changed, until I reflected how little I was changed myself. Strange to say, that quiet influence which was inseparable in my mind from Agnes, seemed to pervade even the city where she dwelt. The venerable cathedral towers,
airy voices made them more retired than perfect silence would have done; the battered gateways, one stuck full with statues, long thrown down, and crumbled away, like the reverential pilgrims who had gazed upon them; the still nooks, where the ivied growth of centuries crept over gabled ends and ruined walls; the ancient houses, the pastoral landscape of field, orchard, and garden; everywhere - on everything - I felt the same serener air, the same calm, thoughtful, softening spirit.

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were sadly disturb'd, and I had no Inclination to Sleep; so I sat down in my Chair, and lighted my Lamp, for it began to be dark: Now as the Apprehension of the Return of my Distemper terrify'd me very much, it occurr'd to my Thought, that the Brasilians take no Physick but their Tobacco, for almost all Distempers; and I had a Piece of a Roll of Tobacco in one of the Chests, which was quite cur'd, and some also that was green and not quite cur'd.
I went, directed by Heaven no doubt; for in this Chest I found a Cure, both for Soul and Body, I open'd the Chest, and found what I look'd for, viz. the Tobacco; and as the few Books, I had sav'd, lay there too, I took out one of the Bibles which I mention'd before, and which to this Time I had not found Leisure, or so much as Inclination to look into; I say, I took it out, and brought both that and the Tobacco with me to the Table.
What Use to make of the Tobacco, I knew not, as to my Distemper, or whether it was good for it or no; but I try'd several Experiments with it, as if I was resolv'd it should hit one Way or other: I first took a Piece of a Leaf, and chew'd it in my Mouth, which indeed at first almost stupify'd my Brain, the Tobacco being green and strong, and that I had not been much us'd to it; then I took some and steeped it an

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. While this was doing, the Master seeing some light Colliers, who not able to ride out the Storm, were oblig'd to slip and run away to Sea, and would come near us, ordered to fire a Gun as a Signal of Distress. I who knew nothing what that meant, was so surprised, that I thought the Ship had broke, or some dreadful thing had happen'd. In a word, I was so surprised, that I fell down in a Swoon. As this was a time when every Body had his own Life to think of, no body minded me, or what was
We work'd on, but the Water encreasing in the Hold, it was apparent that the Ship would founder, and tho' the Storm began to abate a little, yet as it was not possible she could swim till we might run into a Port, so the Master continued firing Guns for Help; and a light Ship who had rid it out just a Head of us ventured a Boat out to help us. It was with the utmost Hazard the Boat came near us, but it was impossible for us to get on Board, or for the Boat to lie near the Ship Side, till at last the Men rowing very heartily, and venturing their Lives to save ours, our Men cast them a Rope over the Stern with a Buoy to it, and then vered it out a great Length, which they after great Labour and Hazard took hold of and we hall'd them close under our Stern and got all into their Boat. It was to no Purpose for or

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composure, since he was no longer in terror for himself. The anguish he had exhibited on the moor subsided as soon as ever he entered Wuthering Heights; so I guessed he had been menaced with an awful visitation of wrath if he failed in decoying us there; and, that accomplished, he had no further immediate fears.
`Papa wants us to be married,' he continued, after sipping some of the liquid. `And he knows your papa wouldn't let us marry now; and he's afraid of my dying, if we wait; so we are to be married in the morning, and you are to stay here all night; and if you do as he wishes, you shall return home next day, and take me with you.'
`Take you with her, pitiful changeling?' I exclaimed. `You marry? Why, the man is mad; or he thinks us fools, every one. And do you imagine that beautiful young lady, that healthy, hearty girl, will tie herself to a little perishing monkey like you! Are you cherishing the notion that anybody, let alone Miss Catherine Linton, would have you for a husband? You want whipping for bringing us in here at all, with your dastardly puling tricks; and--don't look so silly, now! I've a very good mind to shake you severely, for your contemptible treachery, and your imbecile conceit.'
I did give him a slight shaking; but it brought on the cough, and he took to his
And she would have commenced the execution of her threat directly, but Linton was up in alarm for his dear self again. He clasped her in his two feeble arms, sobbing:
`Won't you have me, and save me? not let me come to the Grange? Oh! darling Catherine! you mustn't go and leave me, after all. You must obey my father--you must!'

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reproofs on one side and sauciness on the other. His cake and cheese remained on the table all night for the fairies. He managed to continue work till nine o'clock, and then marched dumb and dour to his chamber. Cathy sat up late, having a world of things to order for the reception of her new friends: she came into the kitchen once to speak to her old one; but he was gone, and she only stayed to ask what was the matter with him, and then went back. In the morning he rose early; and as it was a holiday carried his ill humour on to the moors; not reappearing till the family were departed for church. Fasting and reflection seemed to have brought him to a better spirit. He hung about me for a while, and having screwed up his courage, exclaimed abruptly:
`Nelly, make me decent, I'm going to be good.'
`High time, Heathcliff,' I said; `you have grieved Catherine: she's sorry she ever came home, I dare say! It looks as if you envied her, because she is more thought of than you.'
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The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but the notion of grieving her he understood clearly enough.
`Did she say she was grieved?' he inquired, looking very serious. `She cried when I told her you were off again this morning.'
`Well, I cried last night,' he returned, `and I had more reason to cry than she.'
`Yes: you had the reason of going to bed with a proud heart and an empty stomach,' said I. `Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But, if you be ashamed of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in. You must go up and offer to kiss her, and say--you know best what to say; only do it heartily, and not as if you thought her converted into a stranger by her grand dress. And now, though I have dinner to get ready, I'll steal time to arrange you so that Edgar Linton shall look quite a doll beside you: and that he does. You are younger, and yet, I'll be bound, you are taller and twice as broad across the shoulders: you could knock him down in a twinkling? don't you feel that you could?'
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good, to be grilled alive in Calcutta.' And again she earnestly
conjured me to give up all thoughts of going out with her brother.
'I must indeed,' I said; 'for when just now I repeated the offer of
serving him for a deacon, he expressed himself shocked at my want of
decency. He seemed to think I had committed an impropriety in
proposing to accompany him unmarried: as if I had not from the first
hoped to find in him a brother, and habitually regarded him as such.'
'What makes you say he does not love you, Jane?'
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'You should hear himself on the subject. He has again and again
explained that it is not himself, but his office he wishes to mate. He
has told me I am formed for labour- not for love: which is true, no
doubt. But, in my opinion, if I am not formed for love, it follows
that I am not formed for marriage. Would it not be strange, Die, to be
chained for life to a man who regarded one but as a useful tool?'
'Insupportable- unnatural- out of the question!'
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They withdrew. Very soon one of the ladies returned- I could not
tell which. A kind of pleasant stupor was stealing over me as I sat by
the genial fire. In an undertone she gave some directions to Hannah.
Ere long, with the servant's aid, I contrived to mount a staircase; my
dripping clothes were removed; soon a warm, dry bed received me. I
thanked God- experienced amidst unutterable exhaustion a glow of
grateful joy- and slept.
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THE recollection of about three days and nights succeeding this
is very dim in my mind. I can recall some sensations felt in that
interval; but few thoughts framed, and no actions performed. I knew
I was in a small room and in a narrow bed. To that bed I seemed to
have grown; I lay on it motionless as a stone; and to have torn me
from it would have been almost to kill me. I took no note of the lapse
of time- of the change from morning to noon, from noon to evening. I
observed when any one entered or left the apartment: I could even tell
who they were; I could understand what was said when the speaker stood
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she think, Janet, you had given the world for love, and considered
it well lost?'
'I believe she thought I had forgotten my station, and yours, sir.'
'Station! station!- your station is in my heart, and on the necks
of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.- Go.'
I was soon dressed; and when I heard Mr. Rochester quit Mrs.
Fairfax's parlour, I hurried down to it. The old lady had been reading
her morning portion of Scripture- the Lesson for the day; her Bible
lay open before her, and her spectacles were upon it. Her
occupation, suspended by Mr. Rochester's announcement, seemed now
forgotten: her eyes, fixed on the blank wall opposite, expressed the
surprise of a quiet mind stirred by unwonted tidings. Seeing me, she
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roused herself: she made a sort of effort to smile, and framed a few
words of congratulation; but the smile expired, and the sentence was
abandoned unfinished. She put up her spectacles, shut the Bible, and
pushed her chair back from the table.
'I feel so astonished,' she began, 'I hardly know what to say to
you, Miss Eyre. I have surely not been dreaming, have I? Sometimes I
half fall asleep when I am sitting alone and fancy things that have
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thoughts I did not think it necessary to check; they might germinate
and bear fruit if they could.
Mr. Rochester had been absent upwards of a fortnight, when the post
brought Mrs. Fairfax a letter.
'It is from the master,' said she, as she looked at the
direction. 'Now I suppose we shall know whether we are to expect his
return or not.'
And while she broke the seal and perused the document, I went on
taking my coffee (we were at breakfast): it was hot, and I
attributed to that circumstance a fiery glow which suddenly rose to my
face. Why my hand shook, and why I involuntarily spilt half the
contents of my cup into my saucer, I did not choose to consider.
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'Well, I sometimes think we are too quiet; but we run a chance of
being busy enough now: for a little while at least,' said Mrs.
Fairfax, still holding the note before her spectacles.
Ere I permitted myself to request an explanation, I tied the string
of Adele's pinafore, which happened to be loose: having helped her
also to another bun and refilled her mug with milk, I said
nonchalantly-
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FOR several subsequent days I saw little of Mr. Rochester. In the
mornings he seemed much engaged with business, and, in the
afternoon, gentlemen from Millcote or the neighbourhood called, and
sometimes stayed to dine with him. When his sprain was well enough
to admit of horse exercise, he rode out a good deal; probably to
return these visits, as he generally did not come back till late at
night.
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During this interval, even Adele was seldom sent for to his
presence, and all my acquaintance with him was confined to an
occasional rencontre in the hall, on the stairs, or in the gallery,
when he would sometimes pass me haughtily and coldly, just
acknowledging my presence by a distant nod or a cool glance, and
sometimes bow and smile with gentlemanlike affability. His changes
of mood did not offend me, because I saw that I had nothing to do with
their alternation; the ebb and flow depended on causes quite
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The Sunday evening was spent in repeating, by heart, the Church
Catechism, and the fifth, sixth, and seventh chapters of St.
Matthew; and in listening to a long sermon, read by Miss Miller, whose
irrepressible yawns attested her weariness. A frequent interlude of
these performances was the enactment of the part of Eutychus by some
half-dozen of little girls, who, overpowered with sleep, would fall
down, if not out of the third loft, yet off the fourth form, and be
taken up half dead. The remedy was, to thrust them forward into the
centre of the schoolroom, and oblige them to stand there till the
sermon was finished. Sometimes their feet failed them, and they sank
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together in a heap; they were then propped up with the monitors'
high stools.
I have not yet alluded to the visits of Mr. Brocklehurst; and
indeed that gentleman was from home during the greater part of the
first month after my arrival; perhaps prolonging his stay with his
friend the archdeacon: his absence was a relief to me. I need not
say that I had my own reasons for dreading his coming: but come he did
at last.
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　文丽说:合着你想我哭着、跪着求他原谅我是吧？你就不怕我这么着回去下半辈子得成天看他脸色，没准哪天又得头破血流，你是不是我姐啊？怎么想的呀！
　　文母头大了，说:哎哟，别跟这儿吵，头晕死了。
　　文秀说:老这么僵着也不是事啊！怎么办呢？
　　文慧给出了个主意，叫文丽主动进攻，叫号
离婚，告诉佟志房子、存款、孩子都不许他沾边，让他一个月留二十元工资，剩下的给孩子当抚养费。他呀，立马就得尿裤子。
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　文丽说:原来你盼我离婚啊！
　　文慧说:你这人怎么这样，劝你回家你不听，给你支招治你老头你不信。算啦算啦，你那点小心思谁还看不明白，不过我还告诉你，男人都一个德性，犯贱。
　　屋里正没招呢，就听院里传来男人说话的声音:老太太，我来看你来了。
　　文丽一愣，跳起来拉开门，问:谁呀？
　　就见一个男人钻进门来，此人脸色灰暗，举止猥琐，眼睛里透着诡诈。文慧一见这男人就冷冷地说:你还追到这儿来了？
　　男人嘿嘿笑着，说:这不拜见岳母大人来了嘛！
　　文丽说:是二姐夫啊。
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丽的心情转变了，因为看到从手术室里出来的孕妇个个都挺痛苦，就越来越紧张。这时，听护士叫:文丽，文丽来了吗？
　　文丽赶紧起身，紧张地说:来了！文丽就这样哆嗦着跟着护士走进手术室。
　　佟志疲惫地回到长椅上坐下，一脸茫然。
　　文秀挨着佟志坐下，看着佟志脸色，说:文丽就这德性，她不是觉得自己委屈吗？过去就好了。你都让她小半辈子了，再让一回吧。
　　佟志说:大姐，有时候我真觉得我们上辈子是冤家，怎么好起来恨不得掏心掏肺，坏起来我看她杀我的心都有！
　　文秀说:她耍性子是她不成熟，你是老爷们儿，你别往心里去不就完了。
　　佟志说:都多大岁数了还不成熟，那她这辈子还有个成熟时候没有啊？等真成小老太太，我这儿见天还得哄着拍着，那不跟养猫一样啊。
　　文秀想笑，看了佟志一眼，说:文丽人特简单，没什么坏心眼儿。
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佟志点头说他知道。
　　此时，文丽躺在手术床上，年轻大夫在准备手术器械。文丽盯着那些长长的刮宫用的铁钩子，开始紧张。大夫站在手术床前，说:放松，别紧张，生仨孩子了还这么紧张啊。放松，你不放松我怎么做啊？
　　大夫越这么说文丽越是紧张，那铁家伙刚碰触文丽，她“噌”地坐起来了。大夫生气了，说:干吗？不想做就别做了！
　　文丽赶紧躺下，说:我做。我不紧张，不紧张。canvas painting

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　文丽说: 可不是嘛！唉！多少年才选上优秀教师，一张自行车票，拿什么买呢？
　　佟志说:原来你想学骑车，自行车咱有啊，不用买新的，我以前的，还挺新呢。
　　在工厂车间外空地上，佟志扶着自行车，文丽在学车，她胆小，佟志一撒手文丽就吓得叫。佟志说:算了，算了，累死我了。
　　文丽也累了，头还有点晕。
　　佟志问:没吃东西吧，等这段时间过了再学吧，瞧你小脸难看死了。
　　文丽摇摇头，说: 不行，我非得学会了。今天要不是庄嫂骑车帮着送燕妮，我非迟到不可。庄嫂大字不识几个都会骑车，我怎么就不行？
　　佟志说: 这跟识字有什么关系啊，你胆大点比啥都强。来！把稳了，别往旁边看，看着前边，稳住了。对对，蹬得快一点。对对！就这样！
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　佟志扶着车跟着跑，跑几步跑不动了，气喘吁吁不由得松手了，开始文丽还没意识到，过一会儿文丽意识到佟志已经不扶车了，立刻紧张了，车把乱晃，狂叫着:哎！哎！快快快！
　　佟志说:我累死了。你慌什么？捏闸啊，捏啊，左右手一起捏。文丽却不敢捏闸。佟志喊道:腿一抬支地就下来了，长那么长的腿干什么使的。
　　文丽的车身越来越晃，狂叫:佟志，快来！快来！
　　就在佟志赶到之前，自行车“咣当”一声摔倒了，文丽重重摔到地上。佟志一愣，憋不住想笑，但接着脸白了，文丽大腿根处涌出了鲜血。文丽流产了……
　　文丽躺在自家的床上，满脸憔悴。佟志端碗红糖水进来，坐到文丽身旁，佟志说: 家里寄了点糖和肉干。我妈也是，这邮费还不得赶上糖钱了，不寄点钱来，她也不听谁说的，说北京粮票紧张。
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