But she must have a prize herself, you know," said the Mouse.
"Of course," the Dodo replied very gravely. "What else have you got in your pocket?" he went on, turning to Alice.
"Only a thimble," said Alice sadly. "Hand it over here," said the Dodo.
Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo solemnly presented the thimble, saying, "We beg your acceptance of this elegant thimble"; and, when it had finished this short speech, they all cheered.
Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so grave that she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not think of anything to say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking as solemn as she could. The next thing was to eat the comfits: this caused some noise and confusion, as the large birds complained that they could not taste theirs, and the small ones choked and had to be patted on the back. However, it was over at last, and they sat down again in a ring, and begged the Mouse to tell them something more.
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Monday, May 26, 2008
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far away from his father's house, obliged to look after the swine, and he had grown pale and thin from the husks which were all he had to eat. Even the sun seemed here to be less bright and everything looked grey and misty. But there was the third picture still to this tale: here was the old father with outstretched arms running to meet and embrace his returning and repentant son, who was advancing timidly, worn out and emaciated And clad in a ragged coat. That was Heidi's favorite tale, which she read over and over again, aloud and to herself, and she was never tired of hearing the grandmother explain it to her and Clara. But there were other tales in the book besides, and what with reading and looking at the pictures the days passed quickly away, and the time drew near for the grandmother to return home.
greeting for him, but always avoided being drawn into conversation with him, for she found his style of talk somewhat wearisome.
Heidi now appeared and gazed with open-eyed delight and wonder at the beautiful colored pictures in the books which the grandmother gave her to look at. All of a sudden, as the latter turned over one of the pages to a fresh picture, the child gave a cry. For a moment or two she looked at it with brightening eyes, then the tears began to fall, and at last she burst into sobs. The grandmother looked at the picture -- it represented
greeting for him, but always avoided being drawn into conversation with him, for she found his style of talk somewhat wearisome.
Heidi now appeared and gazed with open-eyed delight and wonder at the beautiful colored pictures in the books which the grandmother gave her to look at. All of a sudden, as the latter turned over one of the pages to a fresh picture, the child gave a cry. For a moment or two she looked at it with brightening eyes, then the tears began to fall, and at last she burst into sobs. The grandmother looked at the picture -- it represented
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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It was over, however, at last; and the evening set in with more composure to Fanny, and more cheerfulness of spirits than she could have hoped for after so stormy a morning; but she trusted, in the first place, that she had done right: that her judgment had not misled her. For the purity of her intentions she could answer; and she was willing to hope, secondly, that her uncle's displeasure was abating, and would abate farther as he considered the matter with more impartiality, and felt, as a good man must feel, how wretched, and how unpardonable,
how hopeless, and how wicked it was to marry without affection. ¡¡¡¡ When the meeting with which she was threatened for the morrow was past, she could not but flatter herself that the subject would be finally concluded, and Mr. Crawford once gone from Mansfield, that everything would soon be as if no such subject had existed. She would not, could not believe, that Mr. Crawford's affection
how hopeless, and how wicked it was to marry without affection. ¡¡¡¡ When the meeting with which she was threatened for the morrow was past, she could not but flatter herself that the subject would be finally concluded, and Mr. Crawford once gone from Mansfield, that everything would soon be as if no such subject had existed. She would not, could not believe, that Mr. Crawford's affection
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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attachment as in everything else. But at other times doubt and alarm intermingled with his hopes; and when he thought of her acknowledged disinclination for privacy and retirement, her decided preference of a London life, what could he expect but a determined rejection? unless it were an acceptance even more to be deprecated, demanding such sacrifices of situation and employment on his side as conscience must forbid. ¡¡¡¡ The issue of all depended on one question. Did she love him well enough to forego what had used to be essential points? Did she love him well enough to make them no longer essential? And this question,
which he was continually repeating to himself, though oftenest answered with a "Yes," had sometimes its "No." ¡¡¡¡ Miss Crawford was soon to leave Mansfield, and on this circumstance the "no" and the "yes" had been very recently in alternation. H
which he was continually repeating to himself, though oftenest answered with a "Yes," had sometimes its "No." ¡¡¡¡ Miss Crawford was soon to leave Mansfield, and on this circumstance the "no" and the "yes" had been very recently in alternation. H
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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awaken the slumbering echoes in the caverns of Memory. But she gave us her blessing, and the assurance of her lasting friendship, and spoke to us, generally, as became a Voice from the Cloister. ¡¡¡¡What an idle time it was! What an insubstantial, happy, foolish time it was! ¡¡¡¡When I measured Dora's finger for a ring that was to be made of Forget-me-nots, and when the jeweller, to whom I took the measure, found me out, and laughed over his order-book,
charged me anything he liked for the pretty little toy, with its blue stones - so associated in my remembrance with Dora's hand, that yesterday, when I saw such another, by chance, on the finger of my own daughter, there was a momentary stirring in my heart, like pain! ¡¡¡¡When I walked about, exalted with my secret, and full of my own interest, and felt the dignity of loving Dora, and of being beloved, so much, that if I had walked the air, I could not have been more above the people not so situated, who were creeping on the earth!
charged me anything he liked for the pretty little toy, with its blue stones - so associated in my remembrance with Dora's hand, that yesterday, when I saw such another, by chance, on the finger of my own daughter, there was a momentary stirring in my heart, like pain! ¡¡¡¡When I walked about, exalted with my secret, and full of my own interest, and felt the dignity of loving Dora, and of being beloved, so much, that if I had walked the air, I could not have been more above the people not so situated, who were creeping on the earth!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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Presence of Mind enough to do what I might have done; much less, what now after so much Consideration and Preparation I might be able to do: Indeed, after serious thinking of these Things, I should be very Melancholly, and sometimes it would last a great while; but I resolv'd it at last all into Thankfulness to that Providence, which had deliver'd me from so many unseen Dangers, and had kept me from those Mischiefs which I could no way have been the Agent in delivering my self from; , when first I began to see the merciful Dispositions of Heaven, in the Dangers we run through in this Life. How wonderfully we are deliver'd, when we know nothing of it. How when we are in (a Quandary, as we call it) a Doubt or Hesitation, whether to go this Way, or that Way, a secret Hint shall direct us this Way, when we intended to go that Way; nay, when Sense, our own Inclination, and perhaps Business has call'd to go the other Way, yet a strange Impression upon the Mind, from we know not what Springs, and by we know not what Power, shall over-rule us to go this Way; and it shall afterwards appear, that had we gone that Way which we should have gone, and even to our Imagination ought to have gone, we should have been ruin'd and lost:
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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Be that however one Way or th' other, when I awak'd I found my self exceedingly refresh'd, and my Spirits lively and chearful; when I got up, I was stronger than I was the Day before, and my Stomach better, for I was hungry; and in short, I had no Fit the next Day, but continu'd much alter'd for the better; this was the 29th.
brought them Home, but was not very forward to eat them; so I ate some more of the Turtle's Eggs, which were very good: This Evening I renew'd the Medicine which I had suppos'd did me good the Day before, viz. the Tobacco steep'd in Rum, only I did not take so much as before, nor did I chew any of the Leaf, or hold my Head over the Smoke; however, I was not so well the next Day, which was the first of July, as I hop'd I shou'd have been; for I had a little Spice of the cold Fit, but it was not much.
July 2. I renew'd the Medicine all the three Ways, and doz'd my self with it as at first; and doubled the Quantity which I drank.
brought them Home, but was not very forward to eat them; so I ate some more of the Turtle's Eggs, which were very good: This Evening I renew'd the Medicine which I had suppos'd did me good the Day before, viz. the Tobacco steep'd in Rum, only I did not take so much as before, nor did I chew any of the Leaf, or hold my Head over the Smoke; however, I was not so well the next Day, which was the first of July, as I hop'd I shou'd have been; for I had a little Spice of the cold Fit, but it was not much.
July 2. I renew'd the Medicine all the three Ways, and doz'd my self with it as at first; and doubled the Quantity which I drank.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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But my ill Fate push'd me on now with an Obstinacy that nothing could resist; and tho' I had several times loud Calls from my Reason and my more composed Judgment to go home, yet I had no Power to do it. I know not what to call this, nor will I urge, that it is a secret over-ruling Decree that hurries us on to be the Instruments of our own Destruction, even tho' it be before us, and that we rush upon it with our Eyes open. Certainly nothing but some such decreed unavoidable Misery attending, and which it was impossible for me to escape, could have push'd me forward against the
My Comrade, who had help'd to harden me before, and who was the Master's Son, was now less forward than I; the first time he spoke to me after we were at Yarmouth, which was not till two or three Days, for we were separated in the Town to several Quarters; I say, the first time he saw me, it appear'd his Tone was alter'd, and looking very melancholy and shaking his Head, ask'd me how I did, and telling his Father who I was, and how I had come this Voyage only for a Trial in order to go farther abroad; his Father turning to me with a very grave and concern'd Tone, Young Man, says he, you ought never to go to Sea any more, you ought to take his for a plain and visible Token that you are not to be a Seafaring Man. Why, Sir, said I, will you go to Sea no more? That is another Case, said he, it is my Calling, and
My Comrade, who had help'd to harden me before, and who was the Master's Son, was now less forward than I; the first time he spoke to me after we were at Yarmouth, which was not till two or three Days, for we were separated in the Town to several Quarters; I say, the first time he saw me, it appear'd his Tone was alter'd, and looking very melancholy and shaking his Head, ask'd me how I did, and telling his Father who I was, and how I had come this Voyage only for a Trial in order to go farther abroad; his Father turning to me with a very grave and concern'd Tone, Young Man, says he, you ought never to go to Sea any more, you ought to take his for a plain and visible Token that you are not to be a Seafaring Man. Why, Sir, said I, will you go to Sea no more? That is another Case, said he, it is my Calling, and
Monday, October 22, 2007
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can I endure making him miserable;--when he--when he--Mr Heathcliff, let me go home! I promise to marry Linton: papa would like me to, and I love him--why should you wish to force me to do what I'll willingly do of myself?'
`Let him dare to force you!' I cried. `There's law in the land, thank God there is; though we be in an out-of-the-way place. I'd inform if he were my own son: and it's felony without benefit of clergy!'
`Silence!' said the ruffian. `To the devil with your clamour! I don't want you to speak. Miss Linton, I shall enjoy myself remarkably in thinking your father will be miserable: I shall not sleep for satisfaction. You could have hit on no surer way of fixing your residence under my roof for the next twenty-four hours, than informing bitterly. `Or marry me now. Poor papa! Ellen, he'll think we're lost. What shall we do?'
`Not he! He'll think you are tired of waiting on him, and run off for a little
`Let him dare to force you!' I cried. `There's law in the land, thank God there is; though we be in an out-of-the-way place. I'd inform if he were my own son: and it's felony without benefit of clergy!'
`Silence!' said the ruffian. `To the devil with your clamour! I don't want you to speak. Miss Linton, I shall enjoy myself remarkably in thinking your father will be miserable: I shall not sleep for satisfaction. You could have hit on no surer way of fixing your residence under my roof for the next twenty-four hours, than informing bitterly. `Or marry me now. Poor papa! Ellen, he'll think we're lost. What shall we do?'
`Not he! He'll think you are tired of waiting on him, and run off for a little
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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She gazed concernedly at the dusky fingers she held in her own, and also at her dress; which she feared had gained no embellishment from its contact with his.
`You needn't have touched me!' he answered, following her eye and snatching away his hand. `I shall be as dirty as I please: and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty.'
With that he dashed head foremost out of the room, amid the merriment of the master and mistress, and to the serious disturbance of Catherine; who could not comprehend how her remarks should have produced such an exhibition of bad temper.
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After playing lady's-maid to the newcomer, and putting my cakes in the oven, and making the house and kitchen cheerful with great fires, befitting Christmas eve, I prepared to sit down and amuse myself by singing carols, all alone; regardless of Joseph's affirmations that he considered the merry tunes I chose as next door to songs. He had retired to private prayer in his chamber, and Mr and Mrs Earnshaw were engaging Missy's attention by sundry gay trifles bought for her to present to the little Lintons, as an acknowledgment of their kindness. They had invited them to spend the morrow at Wuthering Heights, and the invitation had been accepted, on one condition: Mrs Linton begged that her darlings must be kept carefully apart from that `naughty swearing boy'.
Under these circumstances I remained solitary. I smelt the rich scent of the heating spices; and admired the shining kitchen utensils, the polished clock, decked in holly
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She gazed concernedly at the dusky fingers she held in her own, and also at her dress; which she feared had gained no embellishment from its contact with his.
`You needn't have touched me!' he answered, following her eye and snatching away his hand. `I shall be as dirty as I please: and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty.'
With that he dashed head foremost out of the room, amid the merriment of the master and mistress, and to the serious disturbance of Catherine; who could not comprehend how her remarks should have produced such an exhibition of bad temper.
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After playing lady's-maid to the newcomer, and putting my cakes in the oven, and making the house and kitchen cheerful with great fires, befitting Christmas eve, I prepared to sit down and amuse myself by singing carols, all alone; regardless of Joseph's affirmations that he considered the merry tunes I chose as next door to songs. He had retired to private prayer in his chamber, and Mr and Mrs Earnshaw were engaging Missy's attention by sundry gay trifles bought for her to present to the little Lintons, as an acknowledgment of their kindness. They had invited them to spend the morrow at Wuthering Heights, and the invitation had been accepted, on one condition: Mrs Linton begged that her darlings must be kept carefully apart from that `naughty swearing boy'.
Under these circumstances I remained solitary. I smelt the rich scent of the heating spices; and admired the shining kitchen utensils, the polished clock, decked in holly
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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have fancied I hardly know what. St. John is a strange being-'
She paused- I did not speak: soon she resumed-
'That brother of mine cherishes peculiar views of some sort
respecting you, I am sure: he has long distinguished you by a notice
and interest he never showed to any one else- to what end? I wish he
loved you- does he, Jane?'
I put her cool hand to my hot forehead; 'No, Die, not one whit.'
'Then why does he follow you so with his eyes, and get you so
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frequently alone with him, and keep you so continually at his side?
Mary and I had both concluded he wished you to marry him.'
'He does- he has asked me to be his wife.'
Diana clapped her hands. 'That is just what we hoped and thought!
And you will marry him, Jane, won't you? And then he will stay in
England.'
'Far from that, Diana; his sole idea in proposing to me is to
procure a fitting fellow-labourer in his Indian toils.'
'What! He wishes you to go to India?'
'Yes.'
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have fancied I hardly know what. St. John is a strange being-'
She paused- I did not speak: soon she resumed-
'That brother of mine cherishes peculiar views of some sort
respecting you, I am sure: he has long distinguished you by a notice
and interest he never showed to any one else- to what end? I wish he
loved you- does he, Jane?'
I put her cool hand to my hot forehead; 'No, Die, not one whit.'
'Then why does he follow you so with his eyes, and get you so
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frequently alone with him, and keep you so continually at his side?
Mary and I had both concluded he wished you to marry him.'
'He does- he has asked me to be his wife.'
Diana clapped her hands. 'That is just what we hoped and thought!
And you will marry him, Jane, won't you? And then he will stay in
England.'
'Far from that, Diana; his sole idea in proposing to me is to
procure a fitting fellow-labourer in his Indian toils.'
'What! He wishes you to go to India?'
'Yes.'
'Madness!' she exclaimed. 'You would not live three months there, I painting in oil
Monday, October 15, 2007
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'Yes- try,' repeated Mary gently; and Mary's hand removed my sodden
bonnet and lifted my head. I tasted what they offered me: feebly at
first, eagerly soon.
'Not too much at first- restrain her,' said the brother; 'she has
had enough.' And he withdrew the cup of milk and the plate of bread.
'A little more, St. John- look at the avidity in her eyes.'
'No more at present, sister. Try if she can speak now- ask her
her name.'
I felt I could speak, and I answered- 'My name is Jane Elliott.'
Anxious as ever to avoid discovery, I had before resolved to assume an
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'And where do you live? Where are your friends?'
I was silent.
'Can we send for any one you know?'
I shook my head.
'What account can you give of yourself?'
Somehow, now that I had once crossed the threshold of this house,
and once was brought face to face with its owners, I felt no longer
outcast, vagrant, and disowned by the wide world. I dared to put off
the mendicant- to resume my natural manner and character. I began once
more to know myself; and when Mr. St. John demanded an account-
which at present I was far too weak to render- I said after a brief
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'Yes- try,' repeated Mary gently; and Mary's hand removed my sodden
bonnet and lifted my head. I tasted what they offered me: feebly at
first, eagerly soon.
'Not too much at first- restrain her,' said the brother; 'she has
had enough.' And he withdrew the cup of milk and the plate of bread.
'A little more, St. John- look at the avidity in her eyes.'
'No more at present, sister. Try if she can speak now- ask her
her name.'
I felt I could speak, and I answered- 'My name is Jane Elliott.'
Anxious as ever to avoid discovery, I had before resolved to assume an
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'And where do you live? Where are your friends?'
I was silent.
'Can we send for any one you know?'
I shook my head.
'What account can you give of yourself?'
Somehow, now that I had once crossed the threshold of this house,
and once was brought face to face with its owners, I felt no longer
outcast, vagrant, and disowned by the wide world. I dared to put off
the mendicant- to resume my natural manner and character. I began once
more to know myself; and when Mr. St. John demanded an account-
which at present I was far too weak to render- I said after a brief
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five-and-twenty.'
'Is it really for love he is going to marry you?' she asked.
I was so hurt by her coldness and scepticism, that the tears rose
to my eyes.
'I am sorry to grieve you,' pursued the widow; 'but you are so
young, and so little acquainted with men, I wished to put you on
your guard. It is an old saying that "all is not gold that
glitters"; and in this case I do fear there will be something found to
be different to what either you or I expect.'
'Why?- am I a monster?' I said: 'is it impossible that Mr.
Rochester should have a sincere affection for me?'
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'No: you are very well; and much improved of late; and Mr.
Rochester, I daresay, is fond of you. I have always noticed that you
were a sort of pet of his. There are times when, for your sake, I have
been a little uneasy at his marked preference, and have wished to
put you on your guard: but I did not like to suggest even the
possibility of wrong. I knew such an idea would shock, perhaps
offend you; and you were so discreet, and so thoroughly modest and
sensible, I hoped you might be trusted to protect yourself. Last night
I cannot tell you what I suffered when I sought all over the house,
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five-and-twenty.'
'Is it really for love he is going to marry you?' she asked.
I was so hurt by her coldness and scepticism, that the tears rose
to my eyes.
'I am sorry to grieve you,' pursued the widow; 'but you are so
young, and so little acquainted with men, I wished to put you on
your guard. It is an old saying that "all is not gold that
glitters"; and in this case I do fear there will be something found to
be different to what either you or I expect.'
'Why?- am I a monster?' I said: 'is it impossible that Mr.
Rochester should have a sincere affection for me?'
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'No: you are very well; and much improved of late; and Mr.
Rochester, I daresay, is fond of you. I have always noticed that you
were a sort of pet of his. There are times when, for your sake, I have
been a little uneasy at his marked preference, and have wished to
put you on your guard: but I did not like to suggest even the
possibility of wrong. I knew such an idea would shock, perhaps
offend you; and you were so discreet, and so thoroughly modest and
sensible, I hoped you might be trusted to protect yourself. Last night
I cannot tell you what I suffered when I sought all over the house,
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Saturday, October 13, 2007
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it: the preparations for company and the prospect of their arrival,
seemed to throw her into ecstasies. She would have Sophie to look over
all her 'toilettes,' as she called frocks; to furbish up any that were
'passees,' and to air and arrange the new. For herself, she did
nothing but caper about in the front chambers, jump on and off the
bedsteads, and lie on the mattresses and piled-up bolsters and pillows
before the enormous fires roaring in the chimneys. From school
duties she was exonerated: Mrs. Fairfax had pressed me into her
service, and I was all day in the storeroom, helping (or hindering)
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it: the preparations for company and the prospect of their arrival,
seemed to throw her into ecstasies. She would have Sophie to look over
all her 'toilettes,' as she called frocks; to furbish up any that were
'passees,' and to air and arrange the new. For herself, she did
nothing but caper about in the front chambers, jump on and off the
bedsteads, and lie on the mattresses and piled-up bolsters and pillows
before the enormous fires roaring in the chimneys. From school
duties she was exonerated: Mrs. Fairfax had pressed me into her
service, and I was all day in the storeroom, helping (or hindering)
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it: the preparations for company and the prospect of their arrival,
seemed to throw her into ecstasies. She would have Sophie to look over
all her 'toilettes,' as she called frocks; to furbish up any that were
'passees,' and to air and arrange the new. For herself, she did
nothing but caper about in the front chambers, jump on and off the
bedsteads, and lie on the mattresses and piled-up bolsters and pillows
before the enormous fires roaring in the chimneys. From school
duties she was exonerated: Mrs. Fairfax had pressed me into her
service, and I was all day in the storeroom, helping (or hindering)
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it: the preparations for company and the prospect of their arrival,
seemed to throw her into ecstasies. She would have Sophie to look over
all her 'toilettes,' as she called frocks; to furbish up any that were
'passees,' and to air and arrange the new. For herself, she did
nothing but caper about in the front chambers, jump on and off the
bedsteads, and lie on the mattresses and piled-up bolsters and pillows
before the enormous fires roaring in the chimneys. From school
duties she was exonerated: Mrs. Fairfax had pressed me into her
service, and I was all day in the storeroom, helping (or hindering)
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
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'Yes, there is your "boite" at last: take it into a corner, you
genuine daughter of Paris, and amuse yourself with disembowelling it,'
said the deep and rather sarcastic voice of Mr. Rochester,
proceeding from the depths of an immense easy-chair at the fireside.
'And mind,' he continued, 'don't bother me with any details of the
anatomical process, or any notice of the condition of the entrails:
let your operation be conducted in silence: tiens-toi tranquille,
enfant; comprends-tu?'
Adele seemed scarcely to need the warning; she had already
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retired to a sofa with her treasure, and was busy untying the cord
which secured the lid. Having removed this impediment, and lifted
certain silvery envelopes of tissue paper, she merely exclaimed-
'Oh ciel! Que c'est beau!' and then remained absorbed in ecstatic
contemplation.
'Is Miss Eyre there?' now demanded the master, half rising from his
seat to look round to the door, near which I still stood.
'Ah! well, come forward; be seated here.' He drew a chair near
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'Yes, there is your "boite" at last: take it into a corner, you
genuine daughter of Paris, and amuse yourself with disembowelling it,'
said the deep and rather sarcastic voice of Mr. Rochester,
proceeding from the depths of an immense easy-chair at the fireside.
'And mind,' he continued, 'don't bother me with any details of the
anatomical process, or any notice of the condition of the entrails:
let your operation be conducted in silence: tiens-toi tranquille,
enfant; comprends-tu?'
Adele seemed scarcely to need the warning; she had already
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retired to a sofa with her treasure, and was busy untying the cord
which secured the lid. Having removed this impediment, and lifted
certain silvery envelopes of tissue paper, she merely exclaimed-
'Oh ciel! Que c'est beau!' and then remained absorbed in ecstatic
contemplation.
'Is Miss Eyre there?' now demanded the master, half rising from his
seat to look round to the door, near which I still stood.
'Ah! well, come forward; be seated here.' He drew a chair near
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apprise Miss Temple and the teachers of my vicious nature. All along I
had been dreading the fulfilment of this promise,- I had been
looking out daily for the 'Coming Man,' whose information respecting
my past life and conversation was to brand me as a bad child for ever:
now there he was.
He stood at Miss Temple's side; he was speaking low in her ear: I
did not doubt he was making disclosures of my villainy; and I
watched her eye with painful anxiety, expecting every moment to see
its dark orb turn on me a glance of repugnance and contempt. I
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listened too; and as I happened to be seated quite at the top of the
room, I caught most of what he said: its import relieved me from
immediate apprehension.
'I suppose, Miss Temple, the thread I bought at Lowton will do;
it struck me that it would be just of the quality for the calico
chemises, and I sorted the needles to match. You may tell Miss Smith
that I forgot to make a memorandum of the darning needles, but she
shall have some papers sent in next week; and she is not, on any
account, to give out more than one at a time to each pupil: if they
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apprise Miss Temple and the teachers of my vicious nature. All along I
had been dreading the fulfilment of this promise,- I had been
looking out daily for the 'Coming Man,' whose information respecting
my past life and conversation was to brand me as a bad child for ever:
now there he was.
He stood at Miss Temple's side; he was speaking low in her ear: I
did not doubt he was making disclosures of my villainy; and I
watched her eye with painful anxiety, expecting every moment to see
its dark orb turn on me a glance of repugnance and contempt. I
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listened too; and as I happened to be seated quite at the top of the
room, I caught most of what he said: its import relieved me from
immediate apprehension.
'I suppose, Miss Temple, the thread I bought at Lowton will do;
it struck me that it would be just of the quality for the calico
chemises, and I sorted the needles to match. You may tell Miss Smith
that I forgot to make a memorandum of the darning needles, but she
shall have some papers sent in next week; and she is not, on any
account, to give out more than one at a time to each pupil: if they
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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佟志找来杯子筷子，文慧丈夫倒好酒，自己先端起杯子，说:来，为咱们重逢，干。文慧丈夫一饮而尽。文慧丈夫倒满第二杯，又说:来，为你的孩子们个个成长起来，干！文慧丈夫喝干了第二杯，他不在乎旁边的佟志是否在喝酒，又自己倒满了第三杯。文慧丈夫又说:第三杯，祝贺你和文丽和好，干！
佟志说:等等，等等，我怎么和文丽和好了？
文慧丈夫说:哎呀，我是来给你报个信的。文丽啊，哭得一个泪人似的，说她知道自己错了，肠子都悔青了，非要我替她跑一趟不可，说是不用你接，她自己回来跟你认错，只要你别生她的气就行了。
佟志听得愣愣的。
文慧丈夫凑近佟志的耳朵，说:文丽还说，天天一个人睡觉，被窝儿都是凉的。
佟志半信半疑地问:真的？
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在文家的饭桌上，文家女人们用怀疑的眼光看着文慧丈夫，听他神侃。文慧丈夫说:太痛快了！这回可干了这么漂亮的一仗。
文秀半信半疑地问:真的？
文慧丈夫说:大姐，干吗这么看我？别把我看成坏人，我虽然离家几年，可文家的事从来就是我的事，我这不是戴罪立功嘛，是吧，文慧？
文母说:佟志他服了？
文慧丈夫说:不服我能回来见你老吗？服了，心服口服外加佩服啊！
文丽说:他怎么说的？
文慧丈夫说:怎么说的？哎哟喂，哈哈哈……
文慧问:他到底怎么啦？
painting in oil
佟志找来杯子筷子，文慧丈夫倒好酒，自己先端起杯子，说:来，为咱们重逢，干。文慧丈夫一饮而尽。文慧丈夫倒满第二杯，又说:来，为你的孩子们个个成长起来，干！文慧丈夫喝干了第二杯，他不在乎旁边的佟志是否在喝酒，又自己倒满了第三杯。文慧丈夫又说:第三杯，祝贺你和文丽和好，干！
佟志说:等等，等等，我怎么和文丽和好了？
文慧丈夫说:哎呀，我是来给你报个信的。文丽啊，哭得一个泪人似的，说她知道自己错了，肠子都悔青了，非要我替她跑一趟不可，说是不用你接，她自己回来跟你认错，只要你别生她的气就行了。
佟志听得愣愣的。
文慧丈夫凑近佟志的耳朵，说:文丽还说，天天一个人睡觉，被窝儿都是凉的。
佟志半信半疑地问:真的？
painting in oil
在文家的饭桌上，文家女人们用怀疑的眼光看着文慧丈夫，听他神侃。文慧丈夫说:太痛快了！这回可干了这么漂亮的一仗。
文秀半信半疑地问:真的？
文慧丈夫说:大姐，干吗这么看我？别把我看成坏人，我虽然离家几年，可文家的事从来就是我的事，我这不是戴罪立功嘛，是吧，文慧？
文母说:佟志他服了？
文慧丈夫说:不服我能回来见你老吗？服了，心服口服外加佩服啊！
文丽说:他怎么说的？
文慧丈夫说:怎么说的？哎哟喂，哈哈哈……
文慧问:他到底怎么啦？
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文母说:不要就不要吧，以前妈是有点封建思想，重男轻女，可这年头我看那男的女的还真都一样，你说那红卫兵能分出男女吗？妈这辈子有仨闺女挺知足的。你们姐儿仨，你最像妈，连生孩子都像。
文丽靠在文母的肩上，说:我是早想明白了。可就是有时候吧，犯点嘀咕，这万一要是个儿子呢？
文母说:不可能，妈活一辈子了，这个还看得准，这回肯定还是丫头。
在文丽家里，佟母也为这事着急，在质问佟志。
佟志急不得恼不得，说:妈，我现在晓得，为什么文丽和几个娃儿都不尊重我，你看你从来都没拿我当个一家之主，你还让她们几个怎么看我？
佟母说:你少给我废话，这个娃我要定了，你去把文丽给我找回来。
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佟志说:真的！
文丽在娘家，躺在文秀的床上，文秀挨着文丽躺下。文秀问:这次你真做呀？
文丽说:这回啊就是在肚子上拉俩大口子拉一十字，也做！上刀山下火海也做！不做我不是人！
文秀说:其实做人流也没那么邪乎，我是没做，可文慧做过，你看她做完了活蹦乱跳的。
文丽长叹，说:唉，怎么老是女人做，怎么男人不做啊！
文秀说:你就不怕这万一是个儿子……
文丽说:不可能，我这次反应跟多多那次一模一样，一点也不想吃酸的。连妈都说肯定是女的，妈多有经验啊。
文秀说:那就做吧，明天我陪你去。
很快天亮了，文丽和文秀在医院产科手术室外等着叫号。
文丽四下看着，嘀咕:你说这人嘿，我骂骂他又怎么啦，他也不少块肉，他还真不来了，这人也太自私了吧！
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文母说:不要就不要吧，以前妈是有点封建思想，重男轻女，可这年头我看那男的女的还真都一样，你说那红卫兵能分出男女吗？妈这辈子有仨闺女挺知足的。你们姐儿仨，你最像妈，连生孩子都像。
文丽靠在文母的肩上，说:我是早想明白了。可就是有时候吧，犯点嘀咕，这万一要是个儿子呢？
文母说:不可能，妈活一辈子了，这个还看得准，这回肯定还是丫头。
在文丽家里，佟母也为这事着急，在质问佟志。
佟志急不得恼不得，说:妈，我现在晓得，为什么文丽和几个娃儿都不尊重我，你看你从来都没拿我当个一家之主，你还让她们几个怎么看我？
佟母说:你少给我废话，这个娃我要定了，你去把文丽给我找回来。
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佟志说:真的！
文丽在娘家，躺在文秀的床上，文秀挨着文丽躺下。文秀问:这次你真做呀？
文丽说:这回啊就是在肚子上拉俩大口子拉一十字，也做！上刀山下火海也做！不做我不是人！
文秀说:其实做人流也没那么邪乎，我是没做，可文慧做过，你看她做完了活蹦乱跳的。
文丽长叹，说:唉，怎么老是女人做，怎么男人不做啊！
文秀说:你就不怕这万一是个儿子……
文丽说:不可能，我这次反应跟多多那次一模一样，一点也不想吃酸的。连妈都说肯定是女的，妈多有经验啊。
文秀说:那就做吧，明天我陪你去。
很快天亮了，文丽和文秀在医院产科手术室外等着叫号。
文丽四下看着，嘀咕:你说这人嘿，我骂骂他又怎么啦，他也不少块肉，他还真不来了，这人也太自私了吧！
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Sunday, October 7, 2007
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文丽躺在床上，肚子隆起老高，瞪着天花板，她又一次怀孕了，那是公元1962年的冬天。
这一天一大早，佟志手忙脚乱地给在床上揉眼睛的燕妮穿衣服。燕妮爬起来，跳下床要在尿盆里撒尿。床上的文丽急了，说:大白天用什么尿盆啊，去，上厕所尿去。
燕妮拉开门就要往外跑。
文丽又喊:穿上衣服。又冲佟志喊:你怎么当爹的？什么心都不操啊！
佟志抓着燕妮的小棉袄就往外跑，把燕妮拉回来，边给燕妮穿衣服边抱怨。燕妮跳着脚边喊冷边喊尿了尿了。
文丽急了，蹒跚地下了床，怕燕妮尿裤子，还是叫燕妮用了尿盆。然后就叹气。
佟志说:有什么呀，老北京人都住胡同大杂院里，谁家还没个尿盆，每天不得倒尿盆涮马桶，就你臭毛病。说着，佟志出去倒尿盆去了。
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佟志回来弯腰替文丽穿鞋，文丽的脚肿得老高，穿不上鞋。佟志按着文丽的脚，抬起头看着文丽挺着的大肚子，心里疼了，嘴上却说: 你穿我那双44号的鞋得了。你的脸也浮肿了。你这次跟上次不太一样，不会有什么问题吧？
文丽突然得意地说: 当然不一样，这回是小子！和丫头片子能一样嘛！
在床上玩的燕妮抬起头，睁大眼睛看着父母。佟志赶紧抱起燕妮，放到地上，说:出去等爸爸。燕妮跑出门。佟志接着说:燕妮大了，听懂人话了，以后这重男轻女的话别当孩子的面说！
文丽说:谁叫你提起这事儿呢，高兴就说呗。
佟志说:得得得，儿子，就是儿子！你小心点走好。
大庄在筒子楼走廊里看见文丽，说:嗨嗨，我看啊，这次你准生个小牛犊子。
文丽笑着想转身让路，身子晃了晃，吓得大庄伸手上前，喊着:我的姑奶奶，你可不能摔着。painting in oil
文丽躺在床上，肚子隆起老高，瞪着天花板，她又一次怀孕了，那是公元1962年的冬天。
这一天一大早，佟志手忙脚乱地给在床上揉眼睛的燕妮穿衣服。燕妮爬起来，跳下床要在尿盆里撒尿。床上的文丽急了，说:大白天用什么尿盆啊，去，上厕所尿去。
燕妮拉开门就要往外跑。
文丽又喊:穿上衣服。又冲佟志喊:你怎么当爹的？什么心都不操啊！
佟志抓着燕妮的小棉袄就往外跑，把燕妮拉回来，边给燕妮穿衣服边抱怨。燕妮跳着脚边喊冷边喊尿了尿了。
文丽急了，蹒跚地下了床，怕燕妮尿裤子，还是叫燕妮用了尿盆。然后就叹气。
佟志说:有什么呀，老北京人都住胡同大杂院里，谁家还没个尿盆，每天不得倒尿盆涮马桶，就你臭毛病。说着，佟志出去倒尿盆去了。
painting in oil
佟志回来弯腰替文丽穿鞋，文丽的脚肿得老高，穿不上鞋。佟志按着文丽的脚，抬起头看着文丽挺着的大肚子，心里疼了，嘴上却说: 你穿我那双44号的鞋得了。你的脸也浮肿了。你这次跟上次不太一样，不会有什么问题吧？
文丽突然得意地说: 当然不一样，这回是小子！和丫头片子能一样嘛！
在床上玩的燕妮抬起头，睁大眼睛看着父母。佟志赶紧抱起燕妮，放到地上，说:出去等爸爸。燕妮跑出门。佟志接着说:燕妮大了，听懂人话了，以后这重男轻女的话别当孩子的面说！
文丽说:谁叫你提起这事儿呢，高兴就说呗。
佟志说:得得得，儿子，就是儿子！你小心点走好。
大庄在筒子楼走廊里看见文丽，说:嗨嗨，我看啊，这次你准生个小牛犊子。
文丽笑着想转身让路，身子晃了晃，吓得大庄伸手上前，喊着:我的姑奶奶，你可不能摔着。painting in oil
Friday, October 5, 2007
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painting in oil
“我该说的都说了，至于这件事应该怎么处理，还是要看各位的态度！当然，你们有你们的权利，你们也应该行使你们的权利；我保证绝对不会偏袒我自己的人，也绝不会对你们横加干涉！”甄一然态度坦然。
大宝说：“共产党八路军的为人我看到了！其实我和那位大哥无冤无仇，我也不想伤害他！不过，我只有一个要求！我要带我媳妇走！只要她能跟我回去成亲，其他的话我就啥也不说了！”
甄一然耐心说服：“兄弟，成亲是个两相情愿的事；你应该和夏老师坐下来好好地谈，这样又是捆，又是抢的，就算成了夫妻，也成不了爱人！一个人的婚姻一辈子也许只有一次，你愿意在痛苦和仇视中度过吗？”
painting in oil
连载:狼毒花 作者：张晓亚 出版社:中国友谊出版公司
“你的话没错！不过，我还是要和她成亲！我是男人，不能没有面子，只要她肯和我回去，哪怕今天成亲，明天就散伙，我也认了！”大宝态度坚定。
一阵急促的脚步声传来，门忽然大开，夏雨像一阵风冲了进来。她显然是走得太急了，高高的胸脯快速地起伏不停，脸色煞白。
甄一然急忙站起迎出，大宝和另外三个汉子也站了起来，愣愣地望着。
“首长……”夏雨气喘吁吁地：“你啥也别说了，我……我和他们回去！”
除常发之外的几个警卫员都一动不动地等候在门口，当他们看到甄一然从里边出来时，都迎了上来：“甄书记……怎么样？”
甄一然黑着脸：“你们在这干什么？”
小马上前一步，垂头道：“甄书记，你处分我吧！”painting in oil
“我该说的都说了，至于这件事应该怎么处理，还是要看各位的态度！当然，你们有你们的权利，你们也应该行使你们的权利；我保证绝对不会偏袒我自己的人，也绝不会对你们横加干涉！”甄一然态度坦然。
大宝说：“共产党八路军的为人我看到了！其实我和那位大哥无冤无仇，我也不想伤害他！不过，我只有一个要求！我要带我媳妇走！只要她能跟我回去成亲，其他的话我就啥也不说了！”
甄一然耐心说服：“兄弟，成亲是个两相情愿的事；你应该和夏老师坐下来好好地谈，这样又是捆，又是抢的，就算成了夫妻，也成不了爱人！一个人的婚姻一辈子也许只有一次，你愿意在痛苦和仇视中度过吗？”
painting in oil
连载:狼毒花 作者：张晓亚 出版社:中国友谊出版公司
“你的话没错！不过，我还是要和她成亲！我是男人，不能没有面子，只要她肯和我回去，哪怕今天成亲，明天就散伙，我也认了！”大宝态度坚定。
一阵急促的脚步声传来，门忽然大开，夏雨像一阵风冲了进来。她显然是走得太急了，高高的胸脯快速地起伏不停，脸色煞白。
甄一然急忙站起迎出，大宝和另外三个汉子也站了起来，愣愣地望着。
“首长……”夏雨气喘吁吁地：“你啥也别说了，我……我和他们回去！”
除常发之外的几个警卫员都一动不动地等候在门口，当他们看到甄一然从里边出来时，都迎了上来：“甄书记……怎么样？”
甄一然黑着脸：“你们在这干什么？”
小马上前一步，垂头道：“甄书记，你处分我吧！”painting in oil
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