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Give us two good rooms, one for Mr. Pinocchio and the other for me and my friend. Before starting out, we'll take a little nap. Remember to call us at midnight sharp, for we must continue on our journey."
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"Yes, sir," answered the Innkeeper, winking in a knowing way at the Fox and the Cat, as if to say, "I understand."
As soon as Pinocchio was in bed, he fell fast asleep and began to dream. He dreamed he was in the middle of a field. The field was full of vines heavy with grapes. The grapes were no other than gold coins which tinkled merrily as they swayed in the wind. They seemed to say, "Let him who wants us take us!"
Just as Pinocchio stretched out his hand to take a handful of them, he was awakened by three loud knocks at the door. It was the Innkeeper who had come to tell him that midnight had struck.
"Are my friends ready?" the Marionette asked him.
"Indeed, yes! They went two hours ago."
"Why in such a hurry?"
"Unfortunately the Cat received a telegram which said that his first-born was suffering from chilblains and was on the point of death. He could not even wait to say good-by to you."
"Did they pay for the supper?"
"How could they do such a thing? Being people of great refinement, they did not want to offend you so deeply as not to allow you the honor of paying the bill."

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Then she began to bother me, and I said I'd had enough plague with the tiresome thing; we each had our tasks, and hers was to wait on Linton, Mr Heathcliff bid me leave that labour to her.
`How they managed together, I can't tell. I fancy he fretted a great deal, and moaned hisseln night and day; and she had precious little rest: one could guess by her white face and heavy eyes. She sometimes came into the kitchen all wildered like, and looked as if she would fain beg assistance;
oil paintings but I was not going to disobey the master: I never dare disobey him, Mrs Dean; and, though I thought it wrong that Kenneth should not be sent for, it was no concern of mine either to advise or complain, and I always refused to meddle. Once or twice, after we had gone to bed, I've happened to open my door again and seen her sitting crying on the stairs' top; and then I've shut myself in quick, for fear of being moved to interfere. I did pity her then, I'm sure: still I didn't wish to lose my place, you know.
`At last, one night she came boldly into my chamber, and frightened me out of my wits, by saying:

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insisted on seeing it, so I let him; and he said it was good, and I shall write more, and he's going to get the next paid for, and I am so happy, for in time I may be able to support myself and help the girls.' ¡¡¡¡Jo's breath gave out here; and., wrapping her head in the paper, she bedewed her little story with a few natural tears; for to be independent, and earn the praise of those she loved, were the dearest wishes of her heart, and this seemed to be the first step towards that happy end. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡chapter 15 A Telegram ¡¡¡¡`November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year' said Margaret,
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standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frost-bitten garden. ¡¡¡¡`That's the reason I was born in it,' observed Jo, pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose. ¡¡¡¡`If something very pleasant should happen now, we should think it a delightful month,' said Beth, who took a hopeful view of everything, even November. ¡¡¡¡`I dare say; but nothing pleasant ever does happen in this family,' said Meg, who was out of sorts. `We go grubbing along day after day, without a bit of change, and very little fun. We might as well be in a treadmill.'

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Lucy said gently:
"Not, perhaps, until after you have interviewed Miss Marple and got her confirmation of it."
"I shall interview her all right. She must be cracked."
Lucy forbore to point out that to be proved right is not really a proof of mental incapacity. Instead she said:
"What are you proposing to tell Miss Crackenthorpe? About me, I mean?"
"Why do you ask?"
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Well, as far as Miss Marple is concerned I've done my job, I've found the body she wanted found. But I'm still engaged by Miss Crackenthorpe, and there are two hungry boys in the house and probably some more of the family will soon be coming down after all this upset. She needs domestic help. If you go and tell her that I only took this post in order to hunt for dead bodies she'll probably throw me out. Otherwise I can get on with my job and be useful."
The inspector looked hard her.
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Lucy was careful to display no embarrassment.
"I expect you think I'm very nosy," she said cheerfully. "I was just wondering if something couldn't be made out of this place - growing mushrooms for the market, that sort of thing. Everything seems to have been let go terribly."
"That's the master, that is. Won't spend a penny. Ought to have two men and a boy here, I ought to keep the place proper, but won't hear of it, he won't. Had all I could do to made him get a motor mower. Wanted me to mow all that front grass by hands, he did."
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But if the place could be made to pay – with repairs?"
"Won't get a place like this to pay - too far gone. And he wouldn't care about that, anyway. Only cares about saving. Knows well enough what’ll happen after he's gone – the young gentlemen'll sell up as fast as they can. Only waiting for him to pop off, they are. Going to come into a tidy lot of money when he dies, so I've heard."
"I suppose he's a very rich man?" said Lucy.
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"It's utterly senseless." "From the point of view of the man about to sit，certainly it is." "Well，"I said，slightly recovering my temper，(I admit that I am touchyabout the thinness of my hair.)"I'm sorry that anonymous letter businesscame to nothing." "I have indeed been in the wrong over that. About that letter，there was，I thought，the odour of the fish.Instead amere stupidity. Alas，I grow old and suspicious like the blind watch-dog who growls whenthere is nothing there." "If I'm going to co-operate with you，we must look about for some other"creamy"crime，"I said with a laugh.
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"You remember your remark of the other day?If you could order a crime asone orders a dinner，what would you choose?" I fell in with his humour. "Let me see now.Let's review the menu. Robbery?Forgery?No，I think not.Rather too vegetarian.It must bemurder-red-blooded murder-with trimmings，of course." "Naturally.The hors d'oeuvres." "Who shall the victim be-man or woman?Man，I think.Some big-wig.Americanmillionaire.Prime Minister.Newspaper proprietor.Scene of the crime-well，what's wrong with the good old library?Nothing like it for atmosphere.
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another, and then at Dorothy, and then shook their heads.
"At the East, not far from here," said one, "there is a great desert, and none could live to cross it."
"It is the same at the South," said another, "for I have been there and seen it. The South is the country of the Quadlings."
"I am told," said the third man, "that it is the same at the West. And that country, where the Winkies live, is ruled by the Wicked Witch of the West, who would make you her slave if you passed her way."
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"The North is my home," said the old lady, "and at its edge is the same great desert that surrounds this Land of Oz. I'm afraid, my dear, you will have to live with us."
Dorothy began to sob at this, for she felt lonely among all these strange people. Her tears seemed to grieve the kind-hearted Munchkins, for they immediately took out their handkerchiefs and began to weep also. As for the little old woman, she took off her cap and balanced the point on the end of her nose, while she counted "One, two, three" in a solemn voice. At once the cap changed to a slate, on which was written in big, white chalk marks
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Em has told me that the witches were all dead -- years and years ago."
"Who is Aunt Em?" inquired the little old woman.
"She is my aunt who lives in Kansas, where I came from."
The Witch of the North seemed to think for a time, with her head bowed and her eyes upon the ground. Then she looked up and said, "I do not know where Kansas is, for I have never heard that country mentioned before. But tell me, is it a civilized country?"
"Oh, yes," replied Dorothy.
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"Then that accounts for it. In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. But, you see, the Land of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of the world. Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us."
"Who are the wizards?" asked Dorothy.
"Oz himself is the Great Wizard," answered the Witch, sinking her voice to a whisper. "He is more powerful than all the rest of us together. He lives in the City of Emeralds."
Dorothy was going to ask another question, but just then the Munchkins, who had been standing silently by, gave a loud shout and pointed to the corner of the house where the Wicked Witch had been lying.
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"What is it?" asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to laugh. The feet of the dead Witch had disappeared entirely, and nothing was left but the silver shoes.
"She was so old," explained the Witch of the North, that she dried up quickly in the sun. That is the end of her. But the silver shoes are yours, and you shall have them to wear." She reached down and picked up the shoes, and after shaking the dust out of them handed them to Dorothy.
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"The Witch of the East was proud of those silver shoes," said one of the Munchkins, "and there is some charm connected with them; but what it is we never knew."
Dorothy carried the shoes into the house and placed them on the table. Then she came out again to the Munchkins and said:
"I am anxious to get back to my aunt and uncle, for I am sure they will worry about me. Can you help me find my way?" van gogh sunflower

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When Tom Canty awoke the next morning, the air was heavy with a thunderous murmur; all the distances were charged with it. It was music to him; for it meant that the English world was out in its strength to give loyal welcome to the great day.
Presently Tom found himself once more the chief figure in a wonderful floating pageant on the Thames; for by ancient custom the "recognition procession" through London must start from the Tower, and he was bound thither.

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When he arrived there, the sides of the venerable fortress seemed suddenly rent in a thousand places, and from every rent leaped a red tongue of flame and a white gush of smoke; a deafening explosion followed, which drowned the shoutings of the multitude, and made the ground tremble; the flame-jets, the smoke, and the explosions were repeated over and over again with marvelous celerity, so that in a few moments the old Tower disappeared in the vast fog of its own smoke, all but the very top of the tall pile called the White Tower; this, with its banners, stood out above the dense bank of vapor as a mountain peak projects above a cloud-rack.
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"What do you mean?" said Bunting, staring at her. Ellen had spoken so oddly, as if to herself, and in so fierce and passionate a tone.
"What do I mean?" she repeated - and a great fear clutched at her heart. What had she said? She had been thinking aloud.
"Why, by saying he won't go out. Of course, he has to go out. Besides, he'll have been to the play as it is. 'Twould be a pretty thing if the police didn't go out, just because it was cold!"
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"I - I was thinking of The Avenger," said Mrs. Bunting. She looked at her husband fixedly. Somehow she had felt impelled to utter those true words.
"He don't take no heed of heat nor cold," said Bunting sombrely. "I take it the man's dead to all human feeling - -saving, of course, revenge.
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The woman began twisting and untwisting the corner of a coloured handkerchief she held in her hand.
"Let us begin at the beginning," said the coroner patiently. "What sort of a hat was this man wearing when you saw him hurrying from the passage?"
"It was just a black 'at" said the witness at last, in a husky, rather anxious tone.
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"Yes - just a black hat. And a coat - were you able to see what sort of a coat he was wearing?"
"'E 'adn't got no coat" she said decidedly. "No coat at all! I remembers that very perticulerly. I thought it queer, as it was so cold - everybody as can wears some sort o' coat this weather!"
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Revolver."
I drew my revolver from my jacket pocket.
"Cock it!" he said.
I did as he directed.
Then moving towards the door of his room, he opened it with infinite precaution; it made no sound. We were in the "off-turning" gallery. Rouletabille made another sign to me which I understood to mean that I was to take up my post in the dark closet.
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When I was some distance from him, he rejoined me and embraced me; and then I saw him, with the same precaution, return to his room. Astonished by his embrace, and somewhat disquieted by it, I arrived at the right gallery without difficulty, crossing the landing-place, and reaching the dark closet. van gogh sunflower

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rendered Mademoiselle Stangerson a great service by stopping, at the peril of his own life, the runaway horses of her carriage. The immediate result of that could, however, have been no more than a mere friendly association with the Stangersons; certainly, not a love affair.
Frederic Larsan did not tell me where he had picked up this information; but he appeared to be quite sure of what he said.
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Had we known these facts at the time Arthur Rance met us at the Donjon Inn, his presence at the chateau might not have puzzled us, but they could not have failed to increase our interest in the man himself. The American must have been at least forty-five years old. He spoke in a perfectly natural tone in reply to Rouletabille's question.van gogh sunflower

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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:
"Give us two good rooms, one for Mr. Pinocchio and the other for me and my friend. Before starting out, we'll take a little nap. Remember to call us at midnight sharp, for we must continue on our journey."
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Yes, sir," answered the Innkeeper, winking in a knowing way at the Fox and the Cat, as if to say, "I understand."
As soon as Pinocchio was in bed, he fell fast asleep and began to dream. He dreamed he was in the middle of a field. The field was full of vines heavy with grapes. The grapes were no other than gold coins which tinkled merrily as they swayed in the wind. They seemed to say, "Let him who wants us take us!"
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van gogh sunflower It is Pinocchio! It is Pinocchio!" yelled all the Marionettes, pouring out of the wings. "It is Pinocchio. It is our brother Pinocchio! Hurrah for Pinocchio!"
"Pinocchio, come up to me!" shouted Harlequin. "Come to the arms of your wooden brothers!"
At such a loving invitation, Pinocchio, with one leap from the back of the orchestra, found himself in the front rows. With another leap, he was on the orchestra leader's head. With a third, he landed on the stage.
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is impossible to describe the shrieks of joy, the warm embraces, the knocks, and the friendly greetings with which that strange company of dramatic actors and actresses received Pinocchio.
It was a heart-rending spectacle, but the audience, seeing that the play had stopped, became angry and began to yell:
"The play, the play, we want the play!"
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The yelling was of no use, for the Marionettes, instead of going on with their act, made twice as much racket as before, and, lifting up Pinocchio on their shoulders, carried him around the stage in triumph.
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呆呆坐在书房，想着待会儿该怎么讨好十五。虽然他粘我，可是规矩上来，情面也不太好讲，而且他母妃密嫔可是个厉害的。被他妈晓得了我怎么死都不知道。
十五下学了。我谄媚地迎上去，他臭着脸不理我。进得书房。
“出去。”我连忙跟着众人一起退下。
“沈颖你留下。”哟，真生气了，不至于吧，不就旷工一上午而已，用得着那么严重吗？
“关门！”哦哟，好凶啊。
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“好得不得了啊，你好比天上的太阳照耀着我生活……”谀词滚滚而出，只求他能笑一笑，笑了就没事了嘛。
“那你为什么喜欢十四哥？”
“没有啊。主子怎么这么说？”
“还撒谎，昨儿个你跟十四哥在一起喝醉了，十四哥抱你回房就没出来！”什么！！我的名声这回可以扔茅厕里发臭去了。“你是我的，不准你跟别人好。”小小的十五比我矮，他干脆站在了椅子上。一个不小心，我被他揽在了怀里，生怕他从椅子上摔下来，我不敢挣开，任他搂着。“我去跟皇阿玛说，我要了你。看十四哥还敢不敢来找你。”我晕，怎么这十岁娃娃就这么早熟？我十多岁时根本就似一团饭。 van gogh sunflower

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“你以为你有多高贵？只不过是因为你投胎投得好，生在帝王家。其实你只是个五谷不分，四肢不勤的废人罢了！”
“真心？真心值多少钱？”
在她一字一句将自己的心，硬生生地给撕裂后，便骤然从自己的生命里消失了。自己随后便一病不起，每每噩梦中都会听到她这残酷的声音，原来天之骄子的自己，在她眼里竟是如此一文不值，弃之如敝屣。熬好的汤药喂进嘴里，只觉得苦如蛇胆，无法下咽，便不由自主的都吐了出来。后来连糖水、鸡汤都吃不进去，方才明白原来苦的不是药，而是自己的心。
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额娘流着泪，跪在床前哀求他吃一口稀粥，自己却茫然不知。五哥胤祺实在看不下去，将他拖起，狠狠揍了一拳道：“要死就上战场上去，杀身成仁，也不枉皇阿玛和额娘生养你一场。这般的饿死，简直玷污了爱新觉罗家的名声，你难道想死后也进不了祖坟吗？”
自己看着五哥噙着泪水的脸，终于忍不住抱着他痛哭道：“五哥，我不要这么痛苦下去了！这滋味实在太难受了！我要吃饭，我要活下去，我要活得比谁都痛快，都自在！”
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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。
一想到自己竟是被有意陷害，苏雪琴看向金多多的眼神多了几分狠意。金多多却是被人识破心事，一脸惨白，支支吾吾地想辩解，却又说不出话来。
龙飞玉心想，这女人别的本事没有，就会干让人鸡犬不宁的事，清高如苏雪琴、圆滑如玲珑都被她给带了进去，此女不可再留。不过现在要紧的是要安抚庆王爷，挽回刚才失礼之处。
“雪琴，你先回去换件衣衫，再到藕香榭来，为庆王爷和宋大人抚上一曲。”
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苏雪琴闻言一愣，今日自己受此大辱，世子不但没有安慰一句，竟还要自己去取悦庆王爷，心里羞愤难当，冷冷地说了一句：“不去！”
龙飞玉本想发怒，但转念一想，这苏雪琴生性高傲，如果硬来，只怕会适得其反。当下神色温和，走到苏雪琴身边，将她轻揽入怀，轻声说道：“爷知道你今天受了委屈，实在是应该好好歇着。但庆王爷和宋大人专程为你的琴艺而来，刚才所见已是十分失礼，若是再让他们白来一趟，岂不成了爷的不是？你就耐下性子应付一曲，保准让他们忘了今天的事。至于你受的委屈，”龙飞玉说着回头看了一眼那个不知死活的女人，“爷一定会为你做主。”
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龙飞玉并不在意这个商掌柜或是那个神秘的东家。生意人再怎么聪明，也只是为了蝇头小利而计较，只有在战场上运筹帷幄才是真正的大智慧。所以生意人虽然有钱，但在地位上连一般的读书人都比不过，更不能与士族相比。
可为什么这个商掌柜会若有所思地看了自己一眼？就像……就像那天皇上一样。
龙飞玉又觉得心里一毛。
东方思棋坐在书案前，手里抓着一本奏章，却无心审阅。
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这么做到底好不好？
母后的焦急，皇妹的埋怨，姑母的忧心，姑父的疑虑，子云的无奈，这些他都知道。
如果把思佳指婚给子云，应该就会皆大欢喜，对他的皇权也只会有百利而无一害。
真的会皆大欢喜吗？
“相信我一句话，除非龙飞玉真的喜欢上你妹妹，否则嫁给他只会是害了你妹妹！”那个女人是这么说的。
可皇家儿女的婚姻是为了国家、是为了皇权，并不是为了自己、不是为了幸福。但他真的能忍心如此对待思佳吗？
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