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friends. It had, therefore, been with smothered displeasure that the proud though indolent Lord of Coningsburgh beheld the victor of the preceding day select Rowena as the object of that honour which it became his privilege to confer. In order to punish him for a preference which seemed to interfere with his own suit, Athelstane, confident of his strength, and to whom his flatterers, at least, ascribed great skill in arms, had determined not only to deprive the Disinherited Knight of his powerful succour, but, if an opportunity should occur, to make him feel the weight of his battle-axe.
De Bracy, and other knights attached to Prince John, in obedience to a hint from him, had joined the party of the challengers, John being desirous to secure, if possible, the victory to that side. On the other hand, many other knights, both English and Norman, natives and strangers, took part against the challengers,

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Into this dimly-lit and dim-featured group May Archer floated like a swan with the sunset on her: she seemed larger, fairer, more voluminously rustling than her husband had ever seen her; and he perceived that the rosiness and rustlingness were the tokens of an extreme and infantile shyness.
``What on earth will they expect me to talk about?'' her helpless eyes implored him, at the very moment
-198-that her dazzling apparition was calling forth the same anxiety in their own bosoms. But beauty, even when distrustful of itself, awakens confidence in the manly heart; and the Vicar and the French-named tutor were soon manifesting to May their desire to put her at her ease.
In spite of their best efforts, however, the dinner was a languishing affair. Archer noticed that his wife's way of showing herself at her ease with foreigners was to become more uncompromisingly local in her references, so that, though her loveliness was an encouragement to admiration, her conversation was a chill to repartee. The Vicar soon abandoned the struggle; but the tutor, who spoke the most fluent and accomplished English, gallantly continued to pour it out to her until the ladies, to the manifest relief of all concerned, went up to the drawing-room.

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路天却并没有他人那样的兴奋，这场比赛实在是太不公平了，双方兵力上的差距也就算了，可是上面还突然加派人手，这不明显的不想让他这方赢吗？越是不想让自己赢，路天就越想赢，以此来证明自己的强悍，他大声向身边的高文问道：“还有时间没有了？”。
　　高文抬手看了看表，回道：“还有十五分钟。”。
　　路天松了口气，此时他的脸上才露出了一丝笑容，自语道：“十五分钟足够了。”。路天伸手拿起了桌上那杯二窝头轻轻尝了一口，然后皱着眉道：“老同学，你这二窝头可不咋地呀，应该属于二窝头里面的中下等货，难道你就拿这种酒来招待老同学？”，说到这里，路天冲白面书生笑了一下，那是一种胜利的笑容：“这样吧，改天你去老弟那里，我还珍藏了几瓶真正的陈年二窝头，到时候老弟我请你喝！”。
　　白面书生还能说些什么，胜者王，败者寇，再加上他一开始就觉得这场比赛很不公，因此也不想参加这场无聊的比赛。白面书生无奈地向路天摇头笑道：“好，我一定会去的，到时你可别舍不得那几瓶酒。”。

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`Well, Nelly,' said he, riding into the yard one morning, too early not to alarm me with an instant presentiment of bad news, `it's yours and my turn to go into mourning at present. Who's given us the slip now, do you think?'
`Who?' I asked in a flurry.
`Why, guess!' he returned, dismounting, and slinging his bridle on a hook by the door. `And nip up the corner of your apron: I'm certain you'll need it.'
`Not Mr Heathcliff, surely?' I exclaimed.
`What! would you have tears for him?' said the doctor. `No, Heathcliff's a tough young fellow: he looks blooming today. I've just seen him. He's rapidly regaining flesh since he lost his better half.'
`Who is it then, Mr Kenneth?' I repeated impatiently.
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`Hindley Earnshaw! Your old friend Hindley,' he replied, `and my wicked gossip: though he's been too wild for me this long while. There! I said we should draw water. But cheer up. He died true to his character: drunk as a lord. Poor lad! I'm sorry, too. One can't help missing an old companion: though he had the worst tricks with him that ever man imagined, and has done me many a rascally turn. He's barely twenty-seven, it seems; that's your own age: who would have thought you were born in one year?'

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Emma paused and then went on:
"That, of course, was only common sense and I quite agreed. But if this girl - woman – was really the Martine about whom Edmund had written to me, I felt that we must make her welcome. I wrote to the address she gave in her letter inviting her to come down to Rutherford Hall and meet us. A few days later I received a telegram from London: Very sorry forced to return to France unexpectedly. Martine."
"All this took place - when?"
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Emma frowned.
"It was shortly before Christmas. I know, because I wanted to suggest her spending Christmas with us - but my father would not hear it - so I suggested she should come down the week-end after Christmas while the family would still be there. I think the wire saying she was returning to France came actually a few days before Christmas."
"And you believe that this woman whose body was found in the sarcophagus might be Martine?"
"No, of course I don't. But when you said she was probably a foreigner - well, I couldn't help wondering… if perhaps…"
Her voice died away.
Craddock spoke quickly and reassuringly.