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The Inn of the Red Lobster
Cat and Fox and Marionette walked and walked and walked. At last, toward evening, dead tired, they came to the Inn of the Red Lobster.
"Let us stop here a while," said the Fox, "to eat a bite and rest for a few hours. At midnight we'll start out again, for at dawn tomorrow we must be at the Field of Wonders."
They went into the Inn and all three sat down at the same table. However, not one of them was very hungry.
The poor Cat felt very weak, and he was able to eat only thirty-five mullets with tomato sauce and four portions of tripe with cheese. Moreover, as he was so in need of strength, he had to have four more helpings of butter and cheese.
The Fox, after a great deal of coaxing, tried his best to eat a little. The doctor had put him on a diet, and he had to be satisfied with a small hare dressed with a dozen young and tender spring chickens. After the hare, he ordered some partridges, a few pheasants, a couple of rabbits, and a dozen frogs and lizards. That was all. He felt ill, he said, and could not eat another bite.
Pinocchio ate least of all. He asked for a bite of bread and a few nuts and then hardly touched them. The poor fellow, with his mind on the Field of Wonders, was suffering from a gold-piece indigestion.
Supper over, the Fox said to the Innkeeper:

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　周泰道：“那贤弟今后有何打算？”
　　我道：“刘繇乃汉室宗亲，朝廷亲授扬州牧，于我又有赦恩，我正欲回曲阿复归其军下。”
　　周泰一听，急道：“刘繇懦弱，哪里是孙策的对手，贤弟执意回去，他日我兄弟二人对阵搏杀又如何是好？”
　　我大声道：“大丈夫有所为而有所不为，他日阵前撕杀，即是各为其主，你我只管使出本事尽力而为即可，谁也无需挂念兄弟之情而手下留情，如此方不失热血男儿的本色。”
　　“大丈夫有所为而有所不为，贤弟说得好！”周泰击掌大笑道。
　　次日，我别过周泰，与那些一同回城的一众溃兵乘着小船从水路赶往曲阿，孙策大军渡江南来，走的是陆路，水路相对来说要安全得多，所以这一路上倒是平静的很，而且，走水路我还可以躺在船舱中静养。
　　自我与周泰一番大战后，这些与我一同从战场上逃回的士卒对我个个佩服得紧，他们知道如果没有我的话，莫说安然回家，就是小命都不一定保得住。
　　看见曲阿城墙的时侯，已是在五日之后，敷上周泰给我的金创药，我的伤已好了个七七八八，虽然左胁处不时还隐隐作痛。

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stood with folded arms, looking darkly and doubtfully on my
face, as incredulous of my sanity.
'She never did so before,' at last said Bessie, turning to the
Abigail.
'But it was always in her,' was the reply. 'I've told Missis
often my opinion about the child, and Missis agreed with me. She's
an underhand little thing: I never saw a girl of her age with so
much cover.'
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Bessie answered not; but ere long, addressing me, she said-
'You ought to be aware, Miss, that you are under obligations to
Mrs. Reed: she keeps you: if she were to turn you off, you would
have to go to the poorhouse.'
I had nothing to say to these words: they were not new to me: my

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¡¡¡¡ It was done, and they were gone. Sir Thomas felt as an anxious father must feel, and was indeed experiencing much of the agitation which his wife had been apprehensive of for herself, but had fortunately escaped. Mrs. Norris, most happy to assist in the duties of the day, by spending it at the Park to support her sister's spirits, and drinking the health of Mr. and Mrs. Rushworth in a supernumerary glass or two, was all joyous delight; for she had
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made the match; she had done everything; and no one would have supposed, from her confident triumph, that she had ever heard of conjugal infelicity in her life, or could have the smallest insight into the disposition of the niece who had been brought up under her eye. ¡¡¡¡ The plan of the young couple was to proceed, after a few days, to Brighton, and take a house there for some weeks. Every public place was new to Maria, and Brighton is almost as gay in winter as in summer. When the novelty of amusement there was over, it would be time for the wider range of London.

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into her work, hoping to make something good enough to print. She had just copied them with great care, and had destroyed the old manuscript, so that Amy's bonfire had consumed the loving work of several years. It seemed a small loss to others, but to Jo it was a dreadful calamity, and she felt that it never could be made up to her. Beth mourned as for a departed kitten, and Meg refused to defend her pet; Mrs. March looked grave and grieved, and Amy felt that no one would love her till she had asked pardon for the act which she now regretted more than any of them. ¡¡¡¡When the tea-bell rang Jo appeared, looking so grim and unapproachable, that it took all Amy's courage to say meekly: ¡¡¡¡`Please
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forgive me, Jo; I'm very, very sorry.' ¡¡¡¡`I never shall forgive you,' was Jo's stern answer; and from that moment she ignored Amy entirely. ¡¡¡¡No one spoke of the great trouble - not even Mrs. March - for all had learned by experience that when Jo was in that mood words were wasted; and the wisest course was to wait till some little accident, or her own generous nature, softened Jo's resentment, and healed the breach. It was not a happy evening; for though they sewed as usual, while their mother read

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"Now, Miss Eyelesbarrow, you went into the Long Barn to find some paint. Is that right? And after having found the paint you got a crowbar, forced up the lid of this sarcophagus and found the body. What were you looking for in the sarcophagus?"
"I was looking for a body," said Lucy.
"You were looking for a body – and you found one! Doesn't that seem to you a very extraordinary story?"
"Oh, yes, it is an extraordinary story. Perhaps you will let me explain it to you."
"I certainly think you had better do so."
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Lucy gave him a precise recital of the events which had led up to her sensational discovery.
The inspector summed it up in an outraged voice.
"You were engaged by an elderly lady to obtain a post here and to search the house and grounds for a dead body? Is that right?"
"Yes."
"Who is this elderly lady?"
"Miss Jane Marple. She is at present living at 4 Madison Road."
The inspector wrote it down.
"You expect me to believe this story?"
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After tea, Lucy rose.
"I'll be getting back," she said. "As I've already told you, there's no one actually living in the Rutherford Hall who could be the man we're looking for. there's only an old man and a middle-aged woman, and an old deaf gardener."
"I didn't say he was actually living there," said Miss Marple. "All I mean is, that he's someone who knows Rutherford Hall very well. But we can go into that after you've found the body."
"You seem to assume quite confidently that I shall find it," said Lucy. "I don't feel nearly so optimistic."
"I'm sure you will succeed, my dear Lucy. You are such an efficient person."
"In some ways, but I haven't had any experience in looking for bodies."
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I'm sure all it needs is a little common sense," said Miss Marple encouragingly.
Lucy looked at her, then laughed. Miss Marple smiled back at her.
Lucy set to work systematically the next morning.
She poked round outhouse, prodded the briars which wreathed the old pigsties, and was peering into the boiler room under the greenhouse when she heard a dry cough and turned to find old Hillman, the gardener, looking at her disapprovingly.
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"He does not change much，the good Japp，eh?"asked Poirot. "He looks much older，"I said. "Getting as grey as a badger，"I added vindictively. Poirot coughed and said: "You know，Hastings，there is a little device-my hairdresser is a man ofgreat ingenuity-one attaches it to the scalp and brushes one's own hair overit-it is not a wig，you comprehend-but-""Poirot，"I roared."Once and for allI will have nothing to do with the beastly inventions of your confoundedhairdresser. What's the matter with the top of my head?" "Nothing-nothing at all."
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"It's not as though I were going bald." "Of course not!Of course not!" "The hot summers out there naturally cause the hair to fall out a bit.Ishall take back a really good hair tonic." "Precisement." "And，anyway，what business is it of Japp's?He always was an offensivekind of devil.And no sense of humour.The kind of man who laughs when a chairis pulled away just as a man is about to sit down." "A great many people would laugh at that."Van Gogh Painting

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"The 21st，"said Japp."That's what I dropped in about.Yesterday was the21st and just out of curiosity I rang up Andover last night.Nothingdoing.One broken shop window-kid throwing stones-and a couple of drunk anddisorderlies.So just for once our Belgian friend was barking up the wrongtree." "I am relieved，I must confess." acknowledged Poirot. "You'd quite got the wind up about it，hadn't you?"said Jappaffectionately."Bless you，we get dozens of letters like that coming inevery day!People with nothing better to do and a bit weak in the top storeysit down and write'em.They don't mean any harm!Just a kind of excitement." "I have indeed been foolish to take the matter so seriously，"saidPoirot."It is the nest of the horse that I put my nose into there."
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"You're mixing up mares and wasps，"said Japp. "Pardon?" "Just a couple of proverbs.Well，I must be off.Got a little business inthe next street to see to-receiving stolen jewellery.I thought I'd just dropin on my way and put your mind at rest.Pity to let those grey cells functionunnecessarily." With which words and a hearty laugh，Japp departed.
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"No, but I am their friend, although I live in the land of the North. When they saw the Witch of the East was dead the Munchkins sent a swift messenger to me, and I came at once. I am the Witch of the North."
"Oh, gracious!" cried Dorothy. "Are you a real witch?"
"Yes, indeed," answered the little woman. "But I am a good witch, and the people love me. I am not as powerful as the Wicked Witch was who ruled here, or I should have set the people free myself."
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"But I thought all witches were wicked," said the girl, who was half frightened at facing a real witch. "Oh, no, that is a great mistake. There were only four witches in all the Land of Oz, and two of them, those who live in the North and the South, are good witches. I know this is true, for I am one of them myself, and cannot be mistaken. Those who dwelt in the East and the West were, indeed, wicked witches; but now that you have killed one of them, there is but one Wicked Witch in all the Land of Oz -- the one who lives in the West."
"But," said Dorothy, after a moment's thought, "Aunt
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Tom's poor mother and sisters traveled the same road out of his mind. At first he pined for them, sorrowed for them, longed to see them; but later, the thought of their coming some day in their rags and dirt, and betraying him with their kisses, and pulling him down from his lofty place and dragging him back to penury and degradation and the slums, made him shudder. At last they ceased to trouble his thoughts almost wholly. And he was content, even glad; for, whenever their mournful and accusing faces did rise before him now, they made him feel more despicable than the worms that crawl.
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At midnight of the 19th of February, Tom Canty was sinking to sleep in his rich bed in the palace, guarded by his loyal vassals, and surrounded by the pomps of royalty, a happy boy; for to-morrow was the day appointed for his solemn crowning as king of England. At that same hour, Edward, the true king, hungry and thirsty, soiled and draggled, worn with travel, and clothed in rags and shreds-his share of the results of the riot-was wedged in among a crowd of people who were watching with deep interest certain hurrying gangs of workmen who streamed in and out of Westminster Abbey, busy as ants; they were making the last preparation for the royal coronation.
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"I'll just run out," said Bunting apologetically, "and see what happened at that inquest to-day. Besides, they may have a clue about the horrible affair last night. Chandler was full of it - when he wasn't talking about Daisy and Margaret, that is. He's on to-night, luckily not till twelve o'clock; plenty of time to escort the two of 'em back after the play. Besides, he said he'll put them into a cab and blow the expense, if the panto' goes on too long for him to take 'em home."
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"On to-night?". repeated Mrs. Bunting. "Whatever for?"
"Well, you see, The Avenger's always done 'em in couples, so to speak. They've got an idea that he'll have a try again to-night. However, even so, Joe's only on from midnight till five o'clock. Then he'll go and turn in a bit before going off to fetch Daisy, Fine thing to be young, ain't it, Ellen?"
"I can't believe that he'd go out on such a night as this!"
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"We quite understand that you think you saw the" - the coroner hesitated - "the individual who had just perpetrated these terrible crimes. But what we want to have from you is a description of him. In spite of the foggy atmosphere about which all are agreed, you say you saw him distinctly, walking along for some yards below your window. Now, please, try and tell us what he was like."
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"Perhaps," replied Rouletabille; but I could see he was thinking of something else.
"But what about us?" I exclaimed. "How do we know that we have not been drugged?"
"Do you feel indisposed?" Rouletabille asked me coolly.
"Not in the least."
"Do you feel any inclination to go to sleep?"
"None whatever."
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Well, then, my friend, smoke this excellent cigar."
And he handed me a choice Havana, one Monsieur Darzac had given,him, while he lit his briarwood - his eternal briarwood.
We remained in his room until about ten o'clock without a word passing between us. Buried in an armchair Rouletabille sat and smoked steadily, his brow in thought and a far-away look in his eyes. On the stroke of ten he took off his boots and signalled to me to do the same. As we stood in our socks he said, in so low a tone that I guessed, rather than heard, the word:
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Some days later, I learned from Frederic Larsan - who, like ourselves, was surprised and mystified by his appearance and reception at the chateau - that Mr. Rance had been an inebriate for only about fifteen years; that is to say, since the professor and his daughter left Philadelphia
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During the time the Stangersons lived in America they were very intimate with Arthur Rance, who was one of the most distinguished phrenologists of the new world. Owing to new experiments, he had made enormous strides beyond the science of Gall and Lavater. The friendliness with which he was received at the Glandier may be explained by the fact that he had once
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The Adventures of Pinocchio
The Inn of the Red Lobster
Cat and Fox and Marionette walked and walked and walked. At last, toward evening, dead tired, they came to the Inn of the Red Lobster.
"Let us stop here a while," said the Fox, "to eat a bite and rest for a few hours. At midnight we'll start out again, for at dawn tomorrow we must be at the Field of Wonders."
They went into the Inn and all three sat down at the same table. However, not one of them was very hungry.
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The poor Cat felt very weak, and he was able to eat only thirty-five mullets with tomato sauce and four portions of tripe with cheese. Moreover, as he was so in need of strength, he had to have four more helpings of butter and cheese.
The Fox, after a great deal of coaxing, tried his best to eat a little. The doctor had put him on a diet, and he had to be satisfied with a small hare dressed with a dozen young and tender spring chickens. After the hare, he ordered some partridges, a few pheasants, a couple of rabbits, and a dozen frogs and lizards. That was all. He felt ill, he said, and could not eat another bite.
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Quick as a flash, Pinocchio disappeared into the Marionette Theater. And then something happened which almost caused a riot.
The curtain was up and the performance had started.
Harlequin and Pulcinella were reciting on the stage and, as usual, they were threatening each other with sticks and blows.
The theater was full of people, enjoying the spectacle and laughing till they cried at the antics of the two Marionettes
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The play continued for a few minutes, and then suddenly, without any warning, Harlequin stopped talking. Turning toward the audience, he pointed to the rear of the orchestra, yelling wildly at the same time:
"Look, look! Am I asleep or awake? Or do I really see Pinocchio there?"
"Yes, yes! It is Pinocchio!" screamed Pulcinella.
"It is! It is!" shrieked Signora Rosaura, peeking in from the side of the stage.
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我永远永远，不要喜欢或者爱上这宫廷里的任何一个人。因为你们，除了我，还爱着其他的东西。”
“为了你，我放弃。”他是真诚的吧。
可是，杨过仍旧会离开古墓，我不要最后成为他抱怨的对象。
当爱已成往事，那么，将会比恨更让人不堪。
早上起来，头痛欲裂。这就是酒醉的后遗症之二。
一看窗外，红日高照。
天、、、、难道说我起得那么迟？惨了惨了。
推开门准备洗濑，门外赫然站着个小太监。
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递上一个托盘。
“这是什么？”
“姑娘，我们爷让给你送来的解酒丸药。这药最是苦的，所以须得用这蜜糖水和着服。”
“你们爷？”谁呀？那么好心。
小太监笑着：“还有这个。姑娘看就知道了。”又递上一个锦绣盒子。
打发走了小太监。匆匆洗漱，走到书房一看，十五已经上学去了。找到刘公公，我低着头做起了检讨。老好刘公公板着脸训了我一顿。让我待十五下学自己去领罚。
心里很不好受，都怪自己太忘形。本来我在前世酒精考验，谁知道小沈这身体这么没用。唉。不知道第几次叹气了，来到这里，我把前一生的气都给叹完了。 Van Gogh Painting

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是吗？只可惜她在这里住不长了。”胤禟叹了口气，随即看着神情紧张的贺什道：“朝廷的规矩，凡八旗女子都需经选秀后方能婚配。董鄂格格也快有十六了吧，看来该是时候回京参加选秀了。”
“那可怎办？”贺什脱口而出，随即又道：“我是说，她若走了，这里的人都会舍不得。”
“希望她可以落选吧！”胤禟拍着贺什的肩膀笑道：“我想，以贺什贝子的能力应该不难。”说着便和胤礻我擦身而去。
待走远了，胤礻我方问道：“九哥，你这是想让他去做手脚，让董鄂那丫头落选吗？”
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胤禟回首看了眼还在原地发呆的贺什，冷笑道：“有那么容易吗？纳兰容若的甥女，明珠家和惠妃那里有多少双眼盯着呢，就让他去碰这个钉子吧。”
胤礻我沉默了会，问道：“九哥，你还喜欢她吗？你是不是还想娶她？”
胤禟猛地停下脚步，目光锐利地瞪着他道：“谁说我还喜欢她了？我还会傻得去自讨苦吃吗？”
两年前的那个夜晚，她将自己的自尊狠狠践踏在脚下，冷嘲热讽，极尽刻薄。
“你的吻真令我恶心。”
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听到自己的名字，苏雪琴咬了咬嘴唇，却没有吱声，世子刚才眼中的不快她是明白的，是不能再像这些女人一般哭哭啼啼。
“元宝，你不是应该还在禁足吗？”龙飞玉还是叫惯了这个名。
“不、不是小姐的错，是奴婢见小姐闷得慌，擅自做主拉小姐出来的。”翠微声音微弱，但还是勇敢地替小姐挡住世子的怒火，希望世子不会因此把小姐赶出去。
只可惜龙飞玉根本不会信她的话，“哼，闷得慌？闷得慌就到这粼光池里来捞鱼喂猫？”这样的馊主意只有这粗俗的金元宝想得出。
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“妾身哪敢。都知道这池子里的鱼金贵着呢，不过是说句玩笑话，谁知雪琴姑娘就当真了。那鱼、那鱼不是回去了么。”金多多的声音越说越小，显然是心虚了。
“哦，是吗？”龙飞玉回头看看池面，那条鱼已经不见了踪影，只剩个簸箕还在水面上飘浮。
“呵呵，元宝什么时候有了带簸箕出门的习惯，还是你的小丫环能未卜先知，知道你有说笑的兴致？”
此话一出，众人才醒觉那簸箕是一早就备好的，并非临时找来的。原来这金多多竟是事先有所预谋。
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