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大陆观光客来台将带动岛内消费商机，3C卖场连锁大卖场NOVA日前率先在店外拉出“NOVA准备好了欢迎人民币”布条。
中新网4月23日电 据“中央社”报道，针对3C卖场NOVA与真锅咖啡公开欢迎人民币交易，台当局“陆委会”官员表示，根据现行规定，人民币并非法定货币，商家不得收受。若经检举，当局可依法开罚，并没收人民币。
报载全台连锁的3C卖场NOVA贴出欢迎人民币的广告，另一家咖啡连锁垫真锅咖啡也在价目表上列入人民币计价项目。
对此，“陆委会”官员今天表示，上述两项都是违法行为，若经检举，主管的“中央银行”得以开罚，最重并得以没收商家收受的人民币现钞。
该官员称，根据“大陆地区发行之货币进出入台湾地区应遵行事项办法”规定，在两岸签订货币清算协议前，人民币不得在台湾地区买卖、兑换或其它交易。
多年前，知名火锅店宁记麻辣锅也因为公开表示店内可以收受人民币，引发不少争议，后来在店家主动撤除这项宣告后才告终了

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¡¡¡¡With a loud `Hem' and a long breath, Jo began to read very fast. The girls listened with interest, for the tale was romantic, and somewhat pathetic, as most of the characters died in the end. ¡¡¡¡`I like that about the splendid picture,' was Amy's approving remark, as Jo paused. ¡¡¡¡`I prefer the lovering part. Viola and Angelo are two of our favourite names; isn't that queer?' said Meg, wiping her eyes, for the `lovering part' was tragical. ¡¡¡¡`Who wrote it?' asked Beth, who had caught a glimpse of Jo's face. ¡¡¡¡The reader suddenly sat up, cast away the paper, displaying a flushed countenance, and, with a funny mixture of solemnity and excitement, replied in a loud voice, `Your sister.' ¡¡¡¡`You?' cried Meg,
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dropping her work. ¡¡¡¡`It's very good,' said Amy, critically. ¡¡¡¡`I knew it! I knew it! Oh, my Jo, I am so proud!' and Beth began to hug her sister, and exult over this splendid success. ¡¡¡¡Dear me, how delighted they all were, to be sure! how Meg wouldn't believe it till she saw the words `Miss Josephine March' actually printed in the paper; how graciously Amy criticised the artistic parts of the story, and offered hints for a sequel, which unfortunately couldn't be carried out, as the hero and heroine were dead; how Beth got excited, and skipped and sung with joy; how Hannah came in to exclaim `Sakes alive, well I never!' in great astonishment at `that Jo's doin's'; how proud Mrs. March was when she knew it; how Jo laughed

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After leading the police to the Long Barn, and giving a brief account of her actions, Lucy had retired into the background, but she was under no illusion that the police had finished with her.
She had just finished preparing potatoes for chips that evening when word was brought to her that Inspector Bacon required her presence. Putting aside the large bowl of cold water and salt in which the chips were reposing, Lucy followed the policeman to where the inspector awaited her. She sat down and awaited his questions composedly.
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She gave her name - and her address in London, and added of her own accord:
"I will give you some names and addresses of references if you want to know all about me."
The names were very good ones. An Admiral of the Fleet, the Provost of an Oxford College, and a Dame of the British Empire. In spite of himself Inspector Bacon was impressed.
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He couldn't bury it in the park. Too hard work and very noticeable. Somewhere where the earth was turned already?"
"The kitchen garden, perhaps, but that's very close to the gardener's cottage. He's old and deaf - but still it might be risky."
"Is there a dog?"
"No."
"Then in a shed, perhaps, or an outhouse?"
"That would be simpler and quicker…. There are a lot of unused old buildings; broken down pigsties, harness rooms, workshops that nobody ever goes near. Or he might perhaps thrust it into a clump of rhododendrons or shrubs somewhere."
Miss Marple nodded.
"Yes, I think that's much more probable."
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There was a knock on the door and the grim Florence came in with a tray.
"Nice for you to have a visitor," she said to Miss Marple, "I've made you my special scones you used to like."
"Florence always made the most delicious tea cakes," said Miss Marple.
Florence, gratified, creased her features into a totally unexpected smile and left the room.
"I think, my dear," said Miss Marple, "we won't talk any more about murder during tea. Such an unpleasant subject!"Henri Matisse Painting

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"Quite a good advertisement for a hair tonic，he'd be.Face fungussprouting finer than ever.Coming out into the limelight，too，in his oldage.Mixed up in all the celebrated cases of the day.Train mysteries，airmysteries，high society deaths-oh，he's here，there and everywhere.Neverbeen so celebrated as since he retired." "I have already told Hastings that I am like the prima donna who makesalways one more appearance，'said Poirot，smiling. "I shouldn't wonder if you ended by detecting your own death，"said Japp，laughing heartily."That's an idea，that is.Ought to be put in a book." "It will be Hastings who will have to do that，"said Poirot，twinklingat me.
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"Ha ha!That would be a joke，that would，"laughed Japp. I failed to see why the idea was so extremely amusing，and in any case Ithought the joke was in poor taste.Poirot，poor old chap，is gettingon.Jokes about his approaching demise can hardly be agreeable to him. Perhaps my manner showed my feelings，for Japp changed the subject. "Have you heard about Monsieur Poirot's anonymous letter?" "I showed it to Hastings the other day，"said my friend. "Of course，"I exclaimed."It had quite slipped my memory.Let me see，what was the date mentioned?"
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Henri Matisse Painting Dorothy looked, and gave a little cry of fright. There, indeed, just under the corner of the great beam the house rested on, two feet were sticking out, shod in silver shoes with pointed toes.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay. "The house must have fallen on her. Whatever shall we do?"
"There is nothing to be done," said the little woman calmly.
"But who was she?" asked Dorothy.
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many years, making them slave for her night and day. Now they are all set free, and are grateful to you for the favor."
"Who are the Munchkins?" inquired Dorothy.
"They are the people who live in this land of the East where the Wicked Witch ruled."
"Are you a Munchkin?" asked Dorothy.
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Henri Matisse Painting Once, when his royal 'sister," the grimly holy Lady Mary, set herself to reason with him against the wisdom of his course in pardoning so many people who would otherwise be jailed, or hanged, or burned, and reminded him that their august late father's prisons had sometimes contained as high as sixty thousand convicts at one time, and that during his admirable reign he had delivered
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Did Tom Canty never feel troubled about the poor little rightful prince who had treated him so kindly, and flown out with such hot zeal to avenge him upon the insolent sentinel at the palace gate? Yes; his first royal days and nights were pretty well sprinkled with painful thoughts about the lost prince, and with sincere longings for his return and happy restoration to his native rights and splendors. But as time wore on, and the prince did not come, Tom's mind became more and more occupied with his new and
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She stared at him, a little suspiciously. "I be afraid?" she echoed. "Certainly not. Why should I be? I've never been afraid before. What d'you exactly mean by that, Bunting?"
"Oh, nothing. I only thought you might feel funny-like, all alone on this ground floor. You was so upset yesterday when that young fool Chandler came, dressed up, to the door."
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"I shouldn't have been frightened if he'd just been an ordinary stranger," she said shortly. "He said something silly to me - just in keeping with his character-like, and it upset me. Besides, I feel better now."
As she was sipping gratefully her cup of tea, there came a noise outside, the shouts of newspaper-sellers.
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The coroner looked down at something lying on his desk. "Let me see! Here is the plan. Yes - I think I understand that the house in which you are lodging exactly faces the alley where the two crimes were committed?"
And there arose a quick, futile discussion. The house did not face the alley, but the window of the witness's bedroom faced the alley.
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A distinction without a difference," said the coroner testily. "And now tell us as clearly and quickly as you can what you saw when you looked out."
There fell a dead silence on the crowded court. And then the woman broke out, speaking more volubly and firmly than she had yet done. "I saw 'im!" she cried. "I shall never forget it - no, not till my dying day!" And she looked round defiantly.
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He looked at us with haggard eyes. We questioned him vainly; he did not answer us. He had sunk into an armchair and we could get not a word from him. We were extremely distressed, both on his account and on our own, for we had partaken of all the dishes he had eaten. He seemed to be out of pain; but his heavy head had fallen on his shoulder and his eyelids were tightly closed. Rouletabille bent over him, listening for the beatings of the heart.
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My friend's face, however, when he stood up, was as calm as it had been a moment before agitated.
"He is asleep," he said.
He led me to his chamber, after closing Larsan's room.
"The drug?" I asked. "Does Mademoiselle Stangerson wish to put everybody to sleep, to-night?" Henri Matisse Painting

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The American extended his hand and Rouletabille, relaxing his frown, shook it and introduced Mr. Arthur Rance to me. He invited him to share our meal.
"No thanks. I breakfasted with Monsieur Stangerson."
Arthur Rance spoke French perfectly, - almost without an accent.
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"I did not expect to have the pleasure of seeing you again, Monsieur. I thought you were to have left France the day after the reception at the Elysee."
Rouletabille and I, outwardly indifferent, listened most intently for every word the American would say.
The man's purplish red face, his heavy eyelids, the nervous twitchings, all spoke of his addiction to drink. How came it that so sorry a specimen of a man should be so intimate with Monsieur Stangerson?
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is very simple to figure out," answered the Fox. "Why, you can figure it on your fingers! Granted that each piece gives you five hundred, multiply five hundred by five. Next morning you will find twenty-five hundred new, sparkling gold pieces."
"Fine! Fine!" cried Pinocchio, dancing about with joy. "And as soon as I have them, I shall keep two thousand for myself and the other five hundred I'll give to you two."
"A gift for us?" cried the Fox, pretending to be insulted. "Why, of course not!"
"Of course not!" repeated the Cat.
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We do not work for gain," answered the Fox. "We work only to enrich others."
"To enrich others!" repeated the Cat.
"What good people," thought Pinocchio to himself. And forgetting his father, the new coat, the A-B-C book, and all his good resolutions, he said to the Fox and to the Cat:
"Let us go. I am with you."
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"What about my hat?"
"Fine bargain, indeed! A cap of dough! The mice might come and eat it from my head!"
Pinocchio was almost in tears. He was just about to make one last offer, but he lacked the courage to do so. He hesitated, he wondered, he could not make up his mind. At last he said:
"Will you give me four pennies for the book?"
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am a boy and I buy nothing from boys," said the little fellow with far more common sense than the Marionette.
"I'll give you four pennies for your A-B-C book," said a ragpicker who stood by.
Then and there, the book changed hands. And to think that poor old Geppetto sat at home in his shirt sleeves, shivering with cold, having sold his coat to buy that little book for his son!
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“对不起，我不能骗你，我也不能骗我自己，我不能喜欢你。”硬起心肠，我尽量平静地说。
“为什么？是不是四哥？还是十三哥？不，不会是四哥，你那么怕他。是十三哥。一定是他。那晚上你唱曲给他听，我都看见了。为什么？为什么不是我！”他看见了？那么晚，他去作什么？跟踪我？
“不，不是任何一个人，我不会喜欢任何一个人的，你明不明白？”不是不想爱上你，只不过，没有爱就没有痛，我怕痛。
“好，那我就要了你。从此你就只能有我一个。”现在我才发现，短短三个月，他已经从稚嫩的小男生成长为一个男人了。可是，他明白什么是喜欢什么是爱吗？
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“你可以为所欲为，只要你不在乎我恨你。”动作停滞了。我只听到他粗重的喘息声。
细不可闻地叹了口气，他起身坐在床边。
“我给你时间，让你喜欢上我，好不好？”温柔得能让人就此沉沦。可，不，没有了心，我在这个世界一无所有。
看着胤禵跟那个人一模一样的眼睛，我坚定的对着他，摇了摇头。
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生姜炒辣椒！”尘芳头也不回道。
“生姜？辣椒？”贺腾更晕乎了，“那是什么？我只吃马奶酒和烤羊肉的。”
胤礻我听了，噗哧笑出声道：“生姜炒辣椒？果然是火辣辣的。董鄂家这丫头，还和以前那般刁钻古怪。”
胤禟微眯着眼，阴骛地盯着她远去的身影。
贺什见了，心中一凛，随即笑道：“是啊，云珠是个爱淘气的，却又让人恨不起来。她刚跟随她父亲来察哈尔时，珠木花总爱找她麻烦，可倒后来反被她降服了。听说她曾在宫里待过段日子，大家伙可都不信，若真是在宫里受过教，哪会有那么多稀奇古怪的想法和点子。不过现在看来，倒还不
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胤禟转即看向贺什，见他身形高大健硕，穿着身蓝色的豹纹云卷长袍，殷红的腰带上挂着缀着宝石的蒙古刀和火镰。方正的脸，浓眉鹰目，虽算不上英俊却正气凛然，豪迈爽朗。“我与她不熟，所以也没被她气到过，不过我看贺什贝子似乎没少生气吧？”
贺什呵呵笑了两声，随即道：“没有啦。我怎么会生她的气呢！她虽淘气，心眼却好，我们这里每个人都很喜欢她。”说着脸上染上了红晕。
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再看看身上还在滴水的苏雪琴，就像是被淤泥污染了的白莲，心中也有不快，心想你不是自诩风华绝代，不屑与其他女子争风吃醋的吗？怎么也会为了一条鱼落得如此地步？
龙飞玉的目光再回到罪魁祸首的身上，目光之凌厉让翠微、翠浓腿一软，跪倒在地，只有那金多多还硬撑着。
翠浓跪在地上直后悔，二两银子！再加上向世子认罪也不过三两银子！她怎么能为了三两银子就答应姑娘做这些事，看世子的势头杀人都有可能。五两！她应该向姑娘要五两银子！
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可是如果戏不演完，就一两银子也拿不到，只能硬着头皮上，事后一定要姑娘给加到五两。如果……如果不幸被世子体罚，还要再视伤势增加。
“呜……世子，都是奴婢该死，奴婢不该撒手，不该害得雪琴姑娘落入池中，不该连累我家姑娘，呜……世子，你责罚奴婢吧！”
“我是看雪琴姑娘很想要那条鱼，所以放了手。”金多多故做委屈地说。
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可自己已经二十四了，与自己同龄的世家子弟大多已经娶妻生子，即使是刚过冠礼的周瑜，家中也有已经生子的侍妾。母亲难免又要心怀内疚。
唉，如果当年那个孩子是自己的就好了。
看着众人艳羡的目光，龙飞玉有苦说不出，只能淡淡地笑笑。
宋书言却还在不依不挠，“是男人就应该负责。不管是什么身份，既然是自己喜欢的女子，就不该让她伤心。”
宋书言认真的语气却只惹来一阵嘲笑。
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“宋学士该不会还没碰过女人吧？也难怪，要是你尝过女人的甜头，就会明白左拥右抱的好处了。”周瑜对着宋书言暧昧地笑笑说。
宋书言的脸红了，一直红到脖子，让人一看便知他当真还是个在室男。众人又是一阵哄笑。
“子云以前去过丰宁城吗？”见宋书言还想反驳，庆王爷忙开口绕开话题。
“八岁那年曾和父亲去过。”
龙飞玉不太记得那年是为何而去丰宁，也不记得在丰宁城里做了些什么，但却还记得有一个小心翼翼地抱着一坛醉花阴的瘦弱少年，还记得有一个抓着他叫好夫君的大眼睛女娃。
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于是，绯红红着小脸用那练过分筋错骨手的纤纤十指力度适中地帮我按摩。绿萼红着小脸忙进忙出地帮我煮醒酒汤。我红着小脸怡然自得地享受美人恩。
好不容易起床，又遭到婆婆信太妃的好一番奚落。看她神清气爽地摆花弄草，我也很开心，带着小召涵在玫瑰园子里嬉闹了好一阵，想到昨晚的事，待吃过午饭，趁太妃、召涵都午睡时，我关上房门认真思索同他的问题。
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在婆婆打发碧云催了几次吃晚餐后，我快速扒了几口饭，又连忙赶回房里，努力将同居协议更完善。根据我在21世纪看到的某篇关于如何做一个令女人满意的好男人的文章，我拣了几条古今适用的，放到这儿来，希望嘉靖帝在做一个好皇帝之余，也做一个优秀的……情夫。
到了晚上九点多，奋笔疾书，终于大功告成，协议全文如下：
男：陈桀。职位：皇帝。
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看到朕的表情，她竟然很快反应过来，还明显做作地羞答答客气了一番，朕心里都笑翻了，看到她二人有气无力“送驾”，朕知道这驾是白送了，罢了，朕心情好，不计较算了。
走到徐记的门外，天气炎热，朕在周围众侍卫讶意的目送下，一路笑着准备上马车。一阵冷风吹来，朕心大奇：大热天的怎么会有冷风？突然意识到自己的心情太过愉悦，朕骤然醒悟过来——这是不对的，朕是皇帝，须得断情绝义方得成一代明君。朕不要像父皇一般，为了一个女子，站在大雪中孤单单地暗自神伤
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亏朕为了这位子，作了二十六年的准备，居然被一个小女子一下子破了功。一路无语地回到宫内，朕又恢复了以往的帝王本色，毕竟，这都是朕应有的表情及行为。
处理完政务，朕倒在尚书房的龙椅上，心里竟然存有一丝丝对那双灵动大眼睛的想念。甩甩头，独自走到御花园，听到一名活泼女子悦耳的笑声，朕心里一动，走了过去。那是一个极美的女子，极美的笑容，极美的娇艳，朕走了过去，牵起她的手，柔声问：“你叫什么名字？”
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不过诸位要是以为我认输了那可就大错特错了哈，我小猫是那么容易认输的人吗？要猫向老鼠低头？嘁~~绝对不可能！
“小猫你不是说世界上没有绝对的事情吗？”文讯这女子，嘶~~
“你给我闪一边儿凉快去！”真是7456！
“明明是你说的~”现在我只有一种表情，大家都知道的“樱木花道式眯眼+滴汗”！
“是啊是啊，那又怎么样？好啦好啦，你先闭上嘴行不行，待会儿给你买薯条！”这女子就是要“食诱”才行，不过我只给她买小袋的，哈哈~~
“好啊好啊，我要最大袋的！”我晕~~这女子！真是~~不过为了让她少来搅局，我还是点头答应了。唉，郁闷啊~~
对于哪个家伙，哼~这样行不通，我不会那样啊！于是我把“昊”跟“耗”划上等号，“老鼠”之名由此而来。嘿嘿~我是猫他是鼠，克星喔！这下子who怕who啊！欧耶~~我很聪明吧？嘎嘎~~
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