Jack Vettriano Painting

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The Singing Butler
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`The charge,exploded, and the knife, in springing back, closed into its owners wrist. Heathcliff pulled it away by main force, slitting up the flesh as it passed on, and thrust it dripping into his pocket. He then took a stone, struck down the division between two windows, and sprang in. His adversary had fallen senseless with excessive pain and the flow of blood, that gushed from an artery or a large vein. The ruffian kicked and trampled on him, and dashed his head repeatedly against the flags, holding me with one hand, meantime, to prevent me summoning Joseph. He exerted preterhuman self-denial in abstaining from finishing him completely; but getting out of breath he finally desisted, and dragged the apparently inanimate body on to the settle. There `"There's this to do,'' thundered Heathcliff,
oil paintings ``that your master's mad; and should he last another month, I'll have him to an asylum. And how the devil did you come to fasten me out, you toothless hound? Don't stand muttering and mumbling there. Come, I'm not going to nurse him. Wash that stuff away; and mind the sparks of your candle--it is more than half brandy!''
`"And so, ye've been murthering on him?'' exclaimed Joseph, lifting his hands and eyes in horror. ``If iver I seed a seeght loike this! May the Lord-- -''

Jack Vettriano Painting

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The Singing Butler
Rembrandt Painting
Mrs. Rushworth was quite ready to retire, and make way for the fortunate young woman whom her dear son had selected; and very early in November removed herself, her maid, her footman, and her chariot, with true dowager propriety, to Bath, there to parade over the wonders of Sotherton in her evening parties; enjoying them as thoroughly, perhaps, in the animation of a card-table, as she had ever done on the spot; and before the middle of the same month the
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ceremony had taken place which gave Sotherton another mistress. ¡¡¡¡ It was a very proper wedding. The bride was elegantly dressed; the two bridesmaids were duly inferior; her father gave her away; her mother stood with salts in her hand, expecting to be agitated; her aunt tried to cry; and the service was impressively read by Dr. Grant. Nothing could be objected to when it came under the discussion of the neighbourhood, except that the carriage which conveyed the bride and bridegroom and Julia from the church-door to Sotherton was the same chaise which Mr. Rushworth had used for a twelvemonth before. In everything else the etiquette of the day might stand the strictest investigation

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"Yes, sir. And she's quite set and definite about the whole thing. Whether she's barmy or not, I don't know, but she sticks to her story – about what her friend saw and all the rest of it. As far as all that goes, I dare say it's just make-believe – sort of thing old ladies do make up, like seeing flying saucers at the bottom of the garden, and Russian agents in the lending library. But it seems quite clear that she did engage this young woman. The lady help, and told her to look for a body – which the girl did."
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And found one," observed the Chief Constable. "Well, it's all a very remarkable story. Marple, Miss Jane Marple - the name seems familiar somehow…. Anyway, I'll get on to the Yard. I think you're right about its not being a local case - though we won't advertise the fact just yet. For the moment we'll tell the Press as little as possible."
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The two boys arrived the following morning. They both had well-brushed hair, suspiciously angelic faces, and perfect manners. Alexander Eastley had fair hair and blue eyes, Stoddart-West was dark and spectacled.
They discoursed gravely during lunch on events in the sporting world, with occasional references to the latest space fiction. Their manner was that of elderly professors discussing Palaeolithic implements. In comparison with them, Lucy felt quite young.
The sirloin of beef vanished in no time and every crumb of treacle tart was consumed.
Mr. Crackenthorpe grumbled: “You two will eat me out of house and home."
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Alexander gave him a blue-eyed reproving glance.
"We'll have bread and cheese if you can't afford meat, grandfather."
"Afford it? I can afford it. I don't like waste."
"We haven't waste any, sir," said Stoddart-West, looking down at his place which bore clear testimony of that fact.
"You boys both eat twice as much as I do."
"We're at the body-building stage," Alexander explained. "We need a big intake of proteins."
The old man grunted.
Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting

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How can a crime be intime?" "Supposing，"murmured Poirot，"that four people sit down to play bridgeand one，the odd man out，sits in a chair by the fire. At the end of the evening the man by the fire is found dead.One of thefour，while he is dummy，has gone over and killed him，and intent on theplay of the hand，the other three have not noticed.Ah，there would be acrime for you!Which of the four was it?" "Well，"I said."I can't see any excitement in that!" Poirot threw me a glance of reproof.
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"No，because there are no curiously twisted daggers，no blackmail，noemerald that is the stolen eye of a god，no untraceable Eastern poisons.Youhave the melodramatic soul，Hastings.You would like，not one murder，but aseries of murders." "I admit，"I said，"that a second murder in a book often cheers thingsup.If the murder happens in the first chapter，and you have to follow upeverybody's alibi until the last page but one-well，it does get a bittedious." The telephone rang and Poirot rose to answer. "Allo，"he said."Allo.Yes，it is Hercule Poirot speaking." He listened for a minute or two and then I saw his face change. His own side of the conversation was short and disjointed.
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Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
When Dorothy was left alone she began to feel hungry. So she went to the cupboard and cut herself some bread, which she spread with butter. She gave some to Toto, and taking a pail from the shelf she carried it down to the little brook and filled it with clear, sparkling water. Toto ran over to the trees and began to bark at the birds sitting there. Dorothy went to get him, and saw such delicious fruit hanging from the branches that she gathered some of it, finding it just what she wanted to help out her breakfast
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herself and Toto to a good drink of the cool, clear water, she set about making ready for the journey to the City of Emeralds.
Dorothy had only one other dress, but that happened to be clean and was hanging on a peg beside her bed. It was gingham, with checks of white and blue; and although the blue was somewhat faded with many washings, it was still a pretty frock. The girl washed herself carefully, dressed herself in the clean gingham, and tied her pink sunbonnet on her head. She took a little basket and filled it with bread from the cupboard, laying a white cloth over the top. Then she looked down at her feet and noticed how old and worn her shoes were.
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Jack Vettriano Painting

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The people burst forth in a glad shout, repeating with one voice what the child had said. Tom Canty gazed abroad over the surging sea of eager faces, and his heart swelled with exultation; and he felt that the one thing worth living for in this world was to be a king, and a nation's idol. Presently he caught sight, at a distance, of a couple of his ragged Offal Court comrades-one of them the lord high admiral in his late mimic court, the other the first lord of the bedchamber in the same pretentious fiction; and his pride swelled higher than ever.
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Oh, if they could only recognize him now! What unspeakable glory it would be, if they could recognize him, and realize that the derided mock king of the slums and back alleys was become a real king, with illustrious dukes and princes for his humble menials, and the English world at his feet! But he had to deny himself, and choke down his desire, for such a recognition might cost more than it would come to; so he turned away his head, and left the two soiled lads to go on with their shoutings and glad adulations, unsuspicious of whom it was they were lavishing them upon. Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting

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He would have to put on his dress clothes, and she didn't like his dressing in the sitting-room. It didn't suit her ideas that he should do so. How if she did light the fire here, in their bedroom? It would be nice for her to have bit of fire to cheer her up after he had gone.
Mrs. Bunting knew only too well that she would have very little sleep the coming night. She looked over, with shuddering distaste, at her nice, soft bed. There she would lie, on that couch of little ease, listening - listening. . .
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She went down to the kitchen. Everything was ready for Mr. Sleuth's supper, for she had made all her preparations before going out so as not to have to hurry back before it suited her to do so.
Leaning the tray for a moment on the top of the banisters, she listened. Even in that nice warm drawing-room, and with a good fire, how cold the lodger must feel sitting studying at the table! But unwonted sounds were coming through the door. Mr. Sleuth was moving restlessly about the room, not sitting reading, as was his wont at this time of the evening.
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Jack Vettriano Painting

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One fact - if fact it could be called - the coroner did elicit. Lizzie Cole suddenly volunteered the statement that as he had passed her window he had looked up at her. This was quite a new statement.
"He looked up at you?" repeated the coroner. "You said nothing of that in your examination."
"I said nothink because I was scared - nigh scared to death!"
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If you could really see his countenance, for we know the night was dark and foggy, will you please tell me what he was like?"
But the coroner was speaking casually, his hand straying over his desk; not a creature in that court now believed the woman's story.
"Dark!" she answered dramatically. "Dark, almost black! If you can take my meaning, with a sort of nigger look."
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Jack Vettriano Painting

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At that moment I noticed a strange sound, three times repeated, coming from the park. Ordinarily I should not have attached any more importance to it than I would to the noise of cats on the roof. But the third time, the mew was so sharp and penetrating that I remembered what I had heard about the cry of the Bete du bon Dieu. As the cry had accompanied all the events at the Glandier, I could not refrain from shuddering at the thought.
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Directly afterwards I saw a man appear on the outside of the door, and close it after him. At first I could not recognise him, for his back was towards me and he was bending over a rather bulky package. When he had closed the door and picked up the package, he turned towards the dark closet, and then I saw who he was. He was the forest-keeper, the Green Man. He was wearing the same costume that he had worn when I first saw him on the road in front of the Donjon Inn. There was no doubt about his being the keeper.
Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
Who are you?" he asked.
"I am the ghost of the Talking Cricket," answered the little being in a faint voice that sounded as if it came from a far-away world.
"What do you want?" asked the Marionette.
"I want to give you a few words of good advice. Return home and give the four gold pieces you have left to your poor old father who is weeping because he has not seen you for many a day."
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Tomorrow my father will be a rich man, for these four gold pieces will become two thousand."
"Don't listen to those who promise you wealth overnight, my boy. As a rule they are either fools or swindlers! Listen to me and go home."
"But I want to go on!"
"The hour is late!"
"I want to go on."
"The night is very dark."
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At that sneeze, Harlequin, who until then had been as sad as a weeping willow, smiled happily and leaning toward the Marionette, whispered to him:
"Good news, brother mine! Fire Eater has sneezed and this is a sign that he feels sorry for you. You are saved!"
For be it known, that, while other people, when sad and sorrowful, weep and wipe their eyes, Fire Eater, on the other hand, had the strange habit of sneezing each time he felt unhappy. The way was just as good as any other to show the kindness of his heart.
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After sneezing, Fire Eater, ugly as ever, cried to Pinocchio:
"Stop crying! Your wails give me a funny feeling down here in my stomach and--E--tchee!--E--tchee!" Two loud sneezes finished his speech.
"God bless you!" said Pinocchio.
"Thanks! Are your father and mother still living?" demanded Fire Eater.
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Jack Vettriano Painting

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唉，事实证明，任何事都有两面性。
因为，我踩到水果皮，滑倒了。
坐在地上，尾椎骨疼死了。我不顾仪态地站进来就揉。
前边传来一阵狂笑。
我提着旗装下摆就跑，管他是谁在笑，管他是谁看到，姑奶奶今天不在乎了。
跑远了站定，我已经痛得冷汗都下来了，唉，搞不好骨折了。慢慢地趴在湖边大石头上，眼泪止不住掉下来。想我好好一白领小资，日子过得舒舒服服，现在弄到这步田地，唉，惨惨惨连三惨。他妈的，都怪那烂电梯。本来我命由我不由天，现在，我命保不保得住还是个大问题呢。
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“啊！啊！！啊！！！”对着湖水我高声尖叫。就是不谨小慎微又怎样，最多再找一人上身嘛。反正轻车熟路，有经验了。
“你又在弄什么鬼？”说话的人声音冷冷的。
“关你屁事。”让你们砍了我算了，这日子越过越没劲了。
“今天你胆子挺大啊。”
我缓缓转过身来，妈呀。是这个哈雷慧星啊。我二话不说，起身就走。
他面无表情，堵在路上。“让开，好狗不挡道。”怕你就是你养的。他面容一阵扭曲，一扬手，我脸上马上热辣辣的。“妈的，打女人，你还是不是男人啊。”今天老娘我豁出去了，反手也一巴掌，他俊逸的脸上出现一座五指山。没料到我敢还手，他呆在当场。那张僵尸似的脸上露出不可置信的表情。哼，干脆今天来个毁尸灭迹好了。 Jack Vettriano Painting

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不要，我不要！”珠木花摇头惊叫着，陡然睁开眼睛，她坐起身看着身旁仍在甜睡的其其格，不住地喘着粗气。
婚礼原该是女子一辈子中最美丽风光的时刻，年轻时的她，也曾数百次想象过自己的婚礼，会是如何的富丽堂皇、光鲜耀眼，也曾在心中暗暗描绘着未来的夫婿，会是何等的英俊潇洒、雍容华贵。可是当这一日来临时，却是自己一生噩梦的开始。
“云珠！”珠木花看着坐在大帐对面的胤禟，问身旁的尘芳道：“你可曾想过，希望将来能嫁给何等样的男子？”
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由于此次随驾服侍的人手不足，又不能随便就从外面招人进入王帐，尘芳今日便被阿玛拉来临时充当帮手。坐在席间的珠木花看见她，哪还会让她去当下手，硬要将她留在身边陪伴。
尘芳正左右为难时，听到珠木花的问话，一顿方道：“想过。不过，我想嫁的人已经死了。”
珠木花惊讶的张着嘴，好半晌方道：“什么时候的事？你一定很难过吧！”
“就在两年前。”尘芳淡淡笑着，指着自己的胸口道：“是死在这里了。”
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Jack Vettriano Painting

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龙飞玉有些郁闷，接过来一看，大意是说他已经同意金多多离开靖南侯府，并同意金带走身上一切物品，今后不得以任何借口向金讨回，二人之间也再无任何关系。
看来元宝姑娘是急于与他划清界线，龙飞玉心中有些不是滋味，更坚信元宝只是想吸引他的注意，心想我才不会上当呢，掏出怀里的私章便盖了下去。
张总管本想一直保持住冷漠、严谨的称职的侯府大管家的形象，但看到眼前这一幕时，他还是不得不瞪大眼睛，张大嘴巴。
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虽说春暖乍寒，但比起寒冬腊月来，这天是暖和了不少。但眼前的元宝姑娘，外面套了件白狐狸皮的鹤氅，里面还不知穿了多少件，全都是上等的衣料。头上就更不用说了，珠翠环绕。
翠浓和翠微也是一样的扮相，只是神色没有元宝姑娘那般自若。元宝姑娘说这两个丫环是她的人，她们身上的东西也就是她的。
三个人都穿得像冬眠前的熊，脑袋就像冰糖葫芦小贩手中的草垛。细看之下，额头上都已冒出了薄汗，走路也有些步履蹒跚。
张总管就这样目瞪口呆地送走了元宝姑娘一行。
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Jack Vettriano Painting

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现在怎么办？这里面可能真的有什么重要的消息，可现在却没法送到需要它的人手里。或者他打开看看，再想法送信。毕竟是他把鸽子给打下来的。
可师父常说，不该知道的事就不要知道。如果这信里的秘密是不能为人所知的，那他岂不是自找麻烦。
反正也没人看见是他干的。
君子悦打定注意，折下了鸽子腿上的哨筒，然后走到河边，将其开膛破肚，清洗干净，然后走回林子里。
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“凤姑娘，你看，我打到了什么？”君子悦一手高高举起手中的猎物，另一只手则把那个哨筒扔进了火堆里，开心地笑着，露出了雪白的牙齿和两个酒窝。
坐在火堆边的凤姑娘没有注意他的那个小动作，而是脸一红，心想这君少侠笑起来真是好看。
“君少侠真是好功夫，剩下的让奴家来弄吧。”虽说自己不太会在野外弄吃的，但也不能什么都不做。
“不用了，我来就成。”
“那怎么行？一路上都是君少侠在照顾奴家，奴家哪好意思……”
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暗卫甲一直是我忠实的车夫，凤凰山庄“奸夫事件”的目击者，明知我大大咧咧地指派他去叫皇上是不合理不合法的，却仍是一声不吭地领令而去。
大约过了半个时辰，我正在走廊来来回回地走来走去，嘉靖帝身着白袍，英俊潇洒、风度翩翩地含笑走了过来。我几乎听得到自己口水落地的声音。也有一瞬间的迟疑：那个协议貌似太过苛刻，他会不会就此望风而逃，那我不亏大了？
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他走到我跟前，满眼笑意，温柔得要滴出水来，顿了顿，牵着我的手走回香榭后门。
回到房里，他牵我到桌前坐了下来，柔声问：“你这么晚叫朕来，是有什么新主意了？”我很是窘迫，到底是拿出来还是不拿出来？他已经眼尖地看到我十指乌黑，白裙子上也是墨迹一块一块的，朗笑于声：“你刚刚写了什么东西？这般使力，嗯！”
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他愣道：“从不同的角度？我的角度只有一种。”是啊，你的角度，便是皇帝的角度了，看待芸芸众生如蝼蚁般怯怯活着也无动于衷，权势最重要。
任思绪飞扬，他也不说话，只是静坐。街上右头走过来婆孙两个，穿着洗旧的却干净的补丁衣裳，经过客栈门口，那孙子顽皮，走走蹦蹦，不小心撞到正要进店的一个衣着华丽的读书人，被惯力反弹跌倒了，磕在台阶上，那读书人也不管那小子，一脸憎恶地拍了拍被撞着的衣角，扬长进店。
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哼，如此淡漠之人，妄读圣贤书。我对一旁看清事由愤愤然的绯红吩咐道：“去打听打听那位读书的大爷是哪来的贤才！”她得令而去。
也不管一旁打量的眼神，转看窗外，那婆婆忍气吞声地扶起小孙子，在店小二的白眼下将头破血流的小孙子拉到一边轻轻用衣袖擦拭额角的血渍。
我把手中的茶杯重重地往桌上一顿。
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心里突地一紧，我扯了扯嘴角，像笑却没有笑出来。那些从前的片段又开始在眼前晃啊晃的，晃得我又想起了那个早该遗忘的人。
或许是察觉到我的黯然，老班没有再多说，只吩咐我去财务科缴费。那个讨厌的家伙也没有再笑了，一脸深思的盯着我。
我点头，然后转身往外走。心里忽然觉得有些恼怒，我这是在干什么？怎么又难过了？不是说好忘记那个人吗？真是的！今天是开学第一天耶，干嘛搞得自己和大家都不愉快？暗恋而已嘛，失恋而已嘛，有什么大不了！不是说要坚持快乐、一直快乐么？我可是一只永远快乐的”小猫“啊！恩，我要快乐！我要快乐！！
这样想着，在跨出门口的一刹那，我忽然转过头去，笑容满面地挥挥手说：“老师明天见！”然后我看到N张惊讶的脸……
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