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however, is certain, there was no mind in that crowd, not even his own, though in turn the victor and the vanquished, that thought of drawing this parallel. Gringoire and his philosophy were lacking at this spectacle.
Presently Michel Noiret, appointed trumpeter to our lord the King, after imposing silence on the people, made proclamation of the sentence, pursuant to the ordinance and command of the Lord Provost. He then fell back behind the cart with his men.
Quasimodo, quite impassive, never stirred a muscle. All resistance was impossible to him by reason of what, in the parlance of the old criminal law, was described as “the strength and firmness of the bonds”—in other words, the cords and chains probably cut into his flesh. This tradition of the dungeon and the galleys has been handed down to us and carefully preserved among us civilized, tender-hearted, humane people in the shape of the manacles—not forgetting the bagnio and the guillotine, of course.

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我道：“好，孙伯符果然是将门虎子，不坠汝父之威名！我太史子义服了。”
　　孙策笑道：“将军之英武也是令人钦佩，昨日一战更是畅快淋漓，你我如此阵上结交，方是英雄本色。”
　　孙策听我语气中盛赞其父，又流露出些许归顺的意思，防备之心早去了几分，大喜之余催马迎上前来，两马相对就在这一问一答之中，不觉与孙策身后的亲兵拉开了一段距离。
　　我的心剧烈的跳动着，握住短戟的右手已然沁出了汗珠，此时此刻，我与孙策之间的距离已不到十丈远了。这个时候倏起攻击虽然还不够突然，但也是时候了，毕竟我与太史慈之间有着太多的不一样，再靠近的话，恐怕会被孙策认出来。
　　对于这一次出手成功率我实不敢有丝毫的奢望，唯求能够拼尽全力多把孙策拖住一会，使得太史慈他们有机会突出重围。
　　“杀！”我暗喝了一声，尝试着让消逝的斗志重新燃起。
　　生路，从来都不是给我高宠这样的人留着的，因为，除了这一条命外，我一无所有。
　　摆在我面前的，除了舍死相搏别无他途。
　　以前是如此，现在也是一样。

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11日，德军的装甲部队全线突破了盟军的防线，隆美尔指挥的第七装甲师当日下午推进到马斯河，古德里安指挥的3个装甲师也在第二天抵达马斯河北岸并攻下军事重镇色当……此时，在德军通往巴黎的道路上，已经再也没有像样的抵抗工事和力量，而马其诺防线就像一条被敲碎了七寸的巨蟒一样，瘫软在法德边境上变得一文不值。 马其诺防线 是二战中最大的“废物”工程 不对，“马其诺防线”的建设目的和主要作用就是防御来自德国方向的入侵，事实上，德军并没有突破“马其诺防线”，防线本身抵御住了德国的攻击，也就是说它达到了它建设之初的目的，如果没有“马其诺防线”的存在，那么德军的攻击会更加顺利，根本就不需将荷兰及比利时卷入战争，如果西欧有这两个中立国家存在的话，对于德国的经济和对外贸易是有很大好处的！不对,2战中最大的废物工程是德国兴建的大西洋壁垒.马其诺防线的建立逼使德军改变的进攻方向,而大西洋壁垒则没有起到什么作用,反而使得德国浪费了大量的人力和物力.

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I said so!" cried her brother, interrupting. "I knew it. You want to be the death of me. I shall be rendered Suspected, by my own sister. Just as I am getting on!" ¡¡¡¡"The gracious and merciful Heavens forbid!" cried Miss Pross. "Far rather would I never see you again, dear Solomon, though I have ever loved you truly, and ever shall. Say but one affectionate word to me, and tell me there is nothing angry or estranged between us, and I will detain you no longer." ¡¡¡¡Good Miss Pross! As if the estrangement between them had come of any culpability of hers. Soho, that this precious brother had spent her money and left her! ¡¡¡¡He was saying the affectionate word, however, with a far more grudging condescension and patronage than he could have shown if their relative merits and positions had been reversed (which is invariably the case, all the world over), when Mr. Cruncher, touching him on the shoulder, hoarsely and unexpectedly interposed with the following singular question:

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Very interesting remembrances!" said the spy. "I have known Doctor Manette and his daughter, in England." ¡¡¡¡"Yes?" said Defarge. ¡¡¡¡"You don't hear much about them now?" said the spy. ¡¡¡¡"No," said Defarge. ¡¡¡¡"In effect," madame struck in, looking up from her work and her little song, "we never hear about them. We received the news of their safe arrival, and perhaps another letter, or perhaps two; but, since then, they have gradually taken their road in life- we, ours- and we have held no correspondence." ¡¡¡¡"Perfectly so, madame,
" replied the spy. "She is going to be married." ¡¡¡¡"Going?" echoed madame. "She was pretty enough to have been married long ago. You English are cold, it seems to me." ¡¡¡¡"Oh! You know I am English." ¡¡¡¡"I perceive your tongue is," returned madame; "and what the tongue is, I suppose the man is." ¡¡¡¡He did not take the identification as a compliment; but he made the best of it, and turned it off with a laugh. After sipping his cognac to the end, he added:

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'In the name of the great judge,' said I, 'before whom you and all of us must stand at His dread time, dismiss that terrible idea! We can all do some good, if we will.' ¡¡¡¡She trembled, and her lip shook, and her face was paler, as she answered: ¡¡¡¡'It has been put into your hearts, perhaps, to save a wretched creature for repentance. I am afraid to think so;

it seems too bold. If any good should come of me, I might begin to hope; for nothing but harm has ever come of my deeds yet. I am to be trusted, for the first time in a long while, with my miserable life, on account of what you have given me to try for. I know no more, and I can say no more.' ¡¡¡¡Again she repressed the tears that had begun to flow; and, putting out her trembling hand, and touching Mr. Peggotty, as if there

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me upon every Occasion, and began to be sufficient to me, without the Expence of Powder and Shot; but also without the Fatigue of Hunting after the wild Ones, and I was loth to lose the Advantage of them, and to have them all to nurse up over again.
To this Purpose, after long Consideration, I could think of but two Ways to preserve them; one was to find another convenient Place to dig a Cave Under-ground, and to drive them into it every Night; and the other was to enclose two or three little Bits of Land, remote from one another and as much conceal'd as I could, where I might keep about half a Dozen young Goats in each Place: So that if any Disaster happen'd to the Flock in general, I might be able to raise them again with little Trouble and Time: And this, tho' it would require a great deal of Time and Labour, ; and I pitch'd upon one which was as private indeed as my Heart could wish for; it was a little damp Piece of Ground in the Middle of the hollow and thick Woods, where, as is observ'd, I almost lost my self once before, endeavouring to Come back that Way from the Eastern Part of the Island: Here I found a clear Piece of Land near three Acres, so surrounded with Woods, that it was almost an Enclosure by Nature, at least it did not want near so much Labour to make it so, as the other Pieces of Ground I had work'd so hard at.

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Having perceiv'd my Bread had been low a great while, now I took a Survey of it, and reduc'd my self to one Bisket-cake a Day, which made my Heart very heavy.
May 1. In the Morning looking towards the Sea-side, the Tide being low, I saw something lye on the Shore bigger than ordinary, and it look'd like a Cask; when I came to it, I found a small Barrel, and two or three Pieces of the Wreck of the Ship, which were driven on Shore by the late Hurricane, and looking towards the Wreck itself, I thought it seem'd to lye higher out of the Water than it us'd to do; I examin'd the Barrel which was driven on Shore, and soon found it was a Barrel of Gunpowder, but it had taken Water, and the Powder was cak'd as hard as a Stone; however I roll'd it farther on Shore for the present, and went on upon the Sands as
When I came down to the Ship I found it strangely remov'd, The Fore-castle which lay before bury'd in Sand, was heav'd up at least Six Foot, and the Stern which was broke to Pieces and parted from the rest by the Force of the Sea soon after I had left rummaging her, was toss'd, as it were, up, and cast on one Side, and the Sand was thrown so high on that Side next her Stern, that whereas there was a beat Place of Water before, so that I could not come within a Quarter of a Mile of the Wreck without swimming, I could now walk quite up to her when the Tide was out; I was surpriz'd with this at first, but soon concluded it must be done by the Earthquake, and as by this Violence the Ship was more broken open than formerly, so many Things came daily on Shore, which the Sea had loosen'd, and which the Winds and Water

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of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull: He got a good Estate by Merchandise, and leaving off his Trade, lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my Mother, Relations were named Robinson, a very good Family at Country, and from whom I was called Robinson Keutznaer; but by the usual Corruption of Words in England, we are now called, nay we call our Selves, and writer Name Crusoe, and so my Companions always call'd me.
I had two elder Brothers, one of which was Lieutenant Collonel to an English Regiment of Foot in Flanders, formerly commanded by the famous Coll. Lockhart, and was killed at the Battle near Dunkirk against the Spaniards: What became of my second Brother I never knew any more than Father or Mother did know what was become
Being the third Son of the Family, and not bred to any Trade, my Head began to be fill'd very early with rambling Thoughts: My Father, who was very ancient, had given me competent Share of Learning, as far as House-Education, and a Country Free-School generally goes, and design'd for the Law; but I would be satisfied with nothing but go to Sea, and my inclination to this led me so strongly against the Will, nay the Commands of my Father, and against all the Entreaties and Perswasions of my Mother and other Friends, that there seem'd to be something fatal in Propension of Nature tending directly to the Life of Misery which was to befal me.

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entreaties, and Catherine and I set out on our first ride to join her cousin. It was a close, sultry day: devoid of sunshine, but with a sky too dappled and hazy to threaten rain; and our place of meeting had been fixed at the guide-stone, by the crossroads. On arriving there, however, a little herd-boy, dispatched as a messenger, told us that:
`Maister Linton wer just ut this side th' Heights: and he'd be mitch obleeged to us to gang on a bit farther.'
`Then Master Linton has forgot the first injunction of his uncle,' I observed: `he bid us keep on the Grange land, and here we are off at once.'

to graze. He lay on the heath, awaiting our approach, and did not rise till we came within a few yards. Then he walked so feebly, and looked so pale, that I immediately exclaimed:
`Why, Master Heathcliff, you are not fit for enjoying a ramble, this morning. How ill you do look!'
Catherine surveyed him with grief and astonishment; and changed the ejaculation of joy on her lips, to one of alarm; and the congratulation on their long-postponed meeting, to an anxious inquiry, whether he were worse than usual?

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her ingenious cordiality; gained the admiration of Isabella, and the heart and soul of her brother: acquisitions that flattered her from the first, for she was full of ambition, and led her to adopt a double character without exactly intending to deceive anyone. In the place where she heard Heathcliff termed a vulgar young ruffian', and `worse than a brute', she took care not to act like him; but at home she had small inclination to practise politeness that would only be laughed at, and restrain an unruly nature when it would bring her neither credit nor praise. Mr Edgar seldom mustered courage to visit Wuthering Heights openly. He had a terror of Earnshaw's reputation, and shrunk from encountering him; and yet he was always received with our best attempts at civility: the master himself avoided offending him, knowing why he came; and if he could not be gracious, kept out of the way. I rather think his appearance there was distasteful to Catherine: she was not artful, never played the coquette, and had evidently an objection to her two friends meeting at all; for when Heathcliff expressed contempt of Linton in his presence, she could not half coincide, as she did in his absence; and when Linton evinced disgust and antipathy to Heathcliff, she dared not treat his sentiments with indifference, as if depreciation of her playmate were of scarcely any consequence to her. I've had many a laugh at her perplexities and untold troubles, which she vainly strove to hide from my mockery. That sounds ill-natured: but she was so proud, it became really impossible to pity her distresses, till she should be chastened into more humility. She did bring herself, finally, to confess, and confide in me: there was not a soul
Mr Hindley had gone from home one afternoon, and Heathcliff presumed to give himself a holiday on the strength of it. He had reached the age of sixteen then, I think, and without having bad features, or being deficient in intellect, he contrived to convey an impression of inward and outward repulsiveness that his present aspect retains no traces of. In the first place, he had by that time lost the benefit of his early education: continual hard work, begun soon and concluded late, had extinguished any curiosity he once possessed in pursuit of knowledge, and any love for books or learning. His childhood's sense of superiority, instilled into him by the favours of old Mr Earnshaw, was faded away. He struggled long to keep up an equality with Catherine in her studies, and yielded with poignant though silent regret: but he yielded completely; and there was no prevailing on him to take a step in the way of moving upward, when he found he must, necessarily, sink beneath his former level. Then personal appearance sympathized with mental deterioration: he acquired a slouching gait, and ignoble look; his naturally reserved disposition was exaggerated into an almost idiotic excess of unsociable moroseness; and he took a grim pleasure, apparently, in exciting the aversion rather than the esteem of his

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succeeding vignettes, and gave significance to the rock
standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat
stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing
through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking.
I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard,
with its inscribed headstone; its gate, its two trees, its low
horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly-risen crescent
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understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting:
as interesting as the tales Bessie sometimes narrated on winter
evenings, when she chanced to be in good humour; and when, having
brought her ironing-table to the nursery hearth, she allowed us to sit
about it, and while she got up Mrs. Reed's lace frills, and crimped
her nightcap borders, fed our eager attention with passages of love
and adventure taken from old fairy tales and other ballads; or (as
at a later period I discovered) from the pages of Pamela, and Henry,
Earl of Moreland.
With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least in my way.
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instead of a man, he could not have been easier. He was young- perhaps
from twenty-eight to thirty- tall, slender; his face riveted the
eye; it was like a Greek face, very pure in outline: quite a straight,
classic nose; quite an Athenian mouth and chin. It is seldom,
indeed, an English face comes so near the antique models as did his.
He might well be a little shocked at the irregularity of my
lineaments, his own being so harmonious. His eyes were large and blue,
with brown lashes; his high forehead, colourless as ivory, was
partially streaked over by careless locks of fair hair.
This is a gentle delineation, is it not, reader? Yet he whom it
describes scarcely impressed one with the idea of a gentle, a
yielding, an impressible, or even of a placid nature. Quiescent as
he now sat, there was something about his nostril, his mouth, his
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brow, which, to my perceptions, indicated elements within either
restless, or hard, or eager. He did not speak to me one word, nor even
direct to me one glance, till his sisters returned. Diana, as she
passed in and out, in the course of preparing tea, brought me a little
cake, baked on the top of the oven.
'Eat that now,' she said: 'you must be hungry. Hannah says you have
had nothing but some gruel since breakfast.'
I did not refuse it, for my appetite was awakened and keen. Mr.
Rivers now closed his book, approached the table, and, as he took a
seat, fixed his blue pictorial-looking eyes full on me. There was an
unceremonious directness, a searching, decided steadfastness in his
gaze now, which told that intention and not diffidence, had hitherto
kept it averted from the stranger.
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it was not merely a cold word now, or even a shake of the hand that
I received, but an embrace and a kiss. It seemed natural: it seemed
genial to be so well loved, so caressed by him.
'Jane, you look blooming, and smiling, and pretty,' said he: 'truly
pretty this morning. Is this my pale, little elf? Is this my
mustard-seed? This little sunny-faced girl with the dimpled cheek
and rosy lips; the satin-smooth hazel hair, and the radiant hazel
eyes?' (I had green eyes, reader; but you must excuse the mistake: for
him they were new-dyed, I suppose.)
'It is Jane Eyre, sir.'
'Soon to be Jane Rochester,' he added: 'in four weeks, Janet; not a
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day more. Do you hear that?'
I did, and I could not quite comprehend it: it made me giddy. The
feeling, the announcement sent through me, was something stronger than
was consistent with joy- something that smote and stunned: it was, I
think, almost fear.
'You blushed, and now you are white, Jane: what is that for?'
'Because you gave me a new name- Jane Rochester; and it seems so
strange.'
'Yes, Mrs. Rochester,' said he; 'young Mrs. Rochester- Fairfax
Rochester's girl-bride.'
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'Qu'avez-vous, mademoiselle?' said she. 'Vos doigts tremblent comme
la feuille, et vos joues sont rouges: mais, rouges comme des cerises!'
'I am hot, Adele, with stooping!' She went on sketching; I went
on thinking.
I hastened to drive from my mind the hateful notion I had been
conceiving respecting Grace Poole; it disgusted me. I compared
myself with her, and found we were different. Bessie Leaven had said I
was quite a lady; and she spoke truth- I was a lady. And now I
looked much better than I did when Bessie saw me; I had more colour
and more flesh, more life, more vivacity, because I had brighter hopes
and keener enjoyments.
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'Evening approaches,' said I, as I looked towards the window. 'I
have never heard Mr. Rochester's voice or step in the house to-day;
but surely I shall see him before night: I feared the meeting in the
morning; now I desire it, because expectation has been so long baffled
that it is grown impatient.'
When dusk actually closed, and when Adele left me to go and play in
the nursery with Sophie, I did most keenly desire it. I listened for
the bell to ring below; I listened for Leah coming up with a
message; I fancied sometimes I heard Mr. Rochester's own tread, and
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'Yes,' said the good lady, who now knew what ground we were upon,
'and I am daily thankful for the choice Providence led me to make.
Miss Eyre has been an invaluable companion to me, and a kind and
careful teacher to Adele.'
'Don't trouble yourself to give her a character,' returned Mr.
Rochester: 'eulogiums will not bias me; I shall judge for myself.
She began by felling my horse.'
'Sir?' said Mrs. Fairfax.
'I have to thank her for this sprain.'
The widow looked bewildered.
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'Miss Eyre, have you ever lived in a town?'
'No, sir.'
'Have you seen much society?'
'None but the pupils and teachers of Lowood, and now the inmates of
Thornfield.'
'Have you read much?'
'Only such books as came in my way; and they have not been numerous
or very learned.'
'You have lived the life of a nun: no doubt you are well drilled in
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'Cruel? Not at all! She is severe: she dislikes my faults.'
'And if I were in your place I should dislike her; I should
resist her. If she struck me with that rod, I should get it from her
hand; I should break it under her nose.'
'Probably you would do nothing of the sort: but if you did, Mr.
Brocklehurst would expel you from the school; that would be a great
grief to your relations. It is far better to endure patiently a
smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a hasty action
whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you; and
besides, the Bible bids us return good for evil.'
'But then it seems disgraceful to be flogged, and to be sent to
stand in the middle of a room full of people; and you are such a great
girl: I am far younger than you, and I could not bear it.'
'Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it:
it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be
required to bear.'
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文丽去了文家，和文家人说了这事。这一下炸锅了，文母、文秀、文慧围着文丽长吁短叹。文慧跳得最高，说:这不明摆着骗你嘛。五十来岁的男人最花心，一个人在外面，甭说那李天骄年轻漂亮有文化还是个官，就守个村姑也备不住着了道啊。男人就没个能熬得住的！你跟他闹！不能让他去！
　　文秀说:人家不说了这是佟子最后的机会吗？这要把事儿闹黄了，佟子不得杀文丽的心都有了吗？
　　文丽直掉眼泪，看着母亲，说:妈，你怎么不说话啊？
　　文母叹气，说:唉，这可是大事，不能瞎说，妈以前那些经验都太老了，派不上用场了。秀儿啊，还是你有主意，你跟你妹妹说吧，文丽你也快五十了，有些事儿能忍还是忍吧！

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　文慧跳起来，说:凭什么就该女人忍啊！文丽甭听妈的，妈老糊涂了，年前还那撺掇我跟我婆家打官司呢，这会儿又和稀泥了。
　　文母说:去，你情况跟文丽能一样吗？
　　文秀说:妈说得有道理，佟子不跟你说这事儿，八成就是怕你想不开，你要特理智特深明大义地支持他、信任他，他一准特感激你，倒不会有外心了。你要是跟他闹，到头来他还得去不是？你不等于把他往别的女人怀里推吗？
　　文丽说:可是？妈，我大姐说的有道理吗？
　　文慧说:有什么道理，那都是咱女人一厢情愿。男人啊，你越软他越欺负你，我还不知道！
　　文母说:妈不能出什么主意啦，文丽，妈老了，脑子糊涂了，你自己拿主意吧！wholesale oil painting
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文丽没好气地说:算了吧，还不知道她心里想什么！嫉妒死了吧！
　　佟志说:嫉妒你什么？人家也有儿子！
　　文丽抱过儿子，端详着说:他儿子属狗，我儿子可属猪，大官的命。说着亲一口，再亲一口。
　　孩子房间的门开着，燕妮三姐妹瞪着母亲，佟志都看见了。佟志一脸正经地对文丽说:我可跟你说啊，燕妮都要上中学了，当着孩子的面别一天到晚男孩啊儿子啊挂嘴边上，这么明摆着重男轻女，不怕伤孩子的心啊？
　　文丽说:就你事事儿的，燕妮都那么大了，要搁农村，都能带孩子了。现在倒好，一天到晚跟小弟弟争这个那个的，都让你给惯的，没个姐姐样！你不说好好教育教育你闺女，倒跟那儿挑拨是非，差劲！
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佟志说:得，我早看透了，你现在眼里除了你这大宝贝儿，还有谁？
　　文丽说:我还不知道又那俩大妈跟你这挑事儿呢吧？
　　佟志诧异地问:什么俩大妈？
　　文丽说:那庄玉心跟高淑贞不是俩姐妹啊，一天到晚搬弄是非、挑拨离间，整个俩老娘儿们！
　　佟志想一想，也笑了。
　　文丽喂完奶把儿子在手上颠着，说:我还不知道那两口子怎么想，死乞白赖非跟咱住对门，好像就可以跟咱平起平坐了，可谁心里没杆秤啊，他凭什么跟我们比啊，不就有属狗的儿子吗！现而今她还有脸比吗？嘿，这大宝真给爹妈长脸！
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文丽拉下脸说:不去就不去吧，反正是我和她过日子，跟你有什么关系啊。
　　文母说:这说的什么话？你跟你婆婆那儿受气，回家就拿我撒气啊。你要这样，以后别回家，回来就看你脸子，烦不烦啊。
　　文丽更气了，说:我在家看我婆婆脸，连饭都吃不饱，我倒想回家赔你笑脸，给你说笑话，我笑得出来吗？我都快成旧社会受气的童养媳了我，就指望着回你这儿听几句安慰话，吃点顺口的。你倒好，还火上浇油，哪儿疼你捏咕哪儿，还让不让我活了。
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文丽说着开始流泪。
　　文秀赶紧安慰，说:妈也是为你好，一听说你婆婆来呀，妈一宿都没睡好，就担心你跟你婆婆处不好。
　　文母叹口气，说:唉，也怨我呀，从小也没怎么调理你。你这个大大咧咧的劲儿，小时候看着好玩儿，成家立业就知道难了。你也别哭了，你婆婆说你几句就说着吧，谁家媳妇不挨婆婆说呢？你问你大姐二姐，还有你妈，不都是眼泪就着稀粥往肚里咽，女人的命她就这样。
　　文秀的眼圈也红了。
　　文父在一边挺尴尬，背冲老婆女儿不说话。
　　文母问:佟志对你还好吧？
　　文丽说:还行吧。
　　文母说: 那小子看着还仁义，他要敢跟你婆婆一起欺负你，你告诉我，我替你扇他。
　　文丽笑了，说:这话你可别当着燕妮的面说，小丫头快学话了，传到佟志的耳朵里，他不得气死。
　　文母不屑地说:你妈知道分寸，当跟你一样啊……wholesale oil painting