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was a very cold night - so cold, so windy, so snow-laden was the atmosphere, that everyone who could do so stayed indoors.
Bunting, however, was now on his way home from what had proved a really pleasant job. A remarkable piece of luck had come his way this evening, all the more welcome because it was quite unexpected! The young lady at whose birthday party he had been present in capacity of waiter had come into a fortune that day, and she had had the gracious, the surprising thought of presenting each of the hired waiters with a sovereign!
This gift, which had been accompanied by a few kind words, had gone to Bunting's heart. It had confirmed him in his Conservative principles; only gentlefolk ever behaved in that way; quiet, old-fashioned, respectable, gentlefolk, the sort of people of whom those nasty Radicals know nothing and care less!
But the ex-butler was not as happy as he should have been. Slackening his footsteps, he began to think with puzzled concern of how queer his wife had seemed lately. Ellen
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don't call myself a child, and I'm not in my teens yet,' observed Amy. `What do you say, Beth?' ¡¡¡¡`I was thinking about our Pilgrim's Progress,' answered Beth, who had not heard a word. `How we got out of the Slough and through the Wicket Gate by resolving to be good, and up the steep hill by trying; and that maybe the house over there full of splendid things, is going to be our Palace Beautiful.' ¡¡¡¡`We have got to get by the lions, first,' said Jo, as if she r
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ather liked the prospect. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡chapter 6 Beth Finds The Palace Beautiful ¡¡¡¡The big house did prove a Palace Beautiful, though it took some time for all to get in, and Beth found it very hard to pass the lions. Old Mr. Laurence was the biggest one; but after he had called, said something funny or kind to each one of the girls, and talked over old times with their mother, nobody felt much afraid of him, except timid Beth. The other lion was the fact that they were poor and Laurie rich; for this made them shy of accepting favours which they could not return. But, after a while they found that he considered them the benefactors
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Gustav Klimt The Kiss
don't call myself a child, and I'm not in my teens yet,' observed Amy. `What do you say, Beth?' ¡¡¡¡`I was thinking about our Pilgrim's Progress,' answered Beth, who had not heard a word. `How we got out of the Slough and through the Wicket Gate by resolving to be good, and up the steep hill by trying; and that maybe the house over there full of splendid things, is going to be our Palace Beautiful.' ¡¡¡¡`We have got to get by the lions, first,' said Jo, as if she r
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ather liked the prospect. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡chapter 6 Beth Finds The Palace Beautiful ¡¡¡¡The big house did prove a Palace Beautiful, though it took some time for all to get in, and Beth found it very hard to pass the lions. Old Mr. Laurence was the biggest one; but after he had called, said something funny or kind to each one of the girls, and talked over old times with their mother, nobody felt much afraid of him, except timid Beth. The other lion was the fact that they were poor and Laurie rich; for this made them shy of accepting favours which they could not return. But, after a while they found that he considered them the benefactors
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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It's not that at all," said Lucy. "I didn't want to speak before your father because I understand he is an invalid and it might give him a shock. You see, I've just discovered the body of a murdered woman in that big sarcophagus in the Long Barn."
Emma Crackenthorpe stared at her.
"In the sarcophagus? A murdered woman? It's impossible!"
"I'm afraid it's quite true. I've rung up the police. They will be here at any minute."
A slight flush came into Emma's cheek.
"You should have told me first – before notifying the police."
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"I'm sorry," said Lucy.
"I didn't hear you ring up" – Emma's glance went to the telephone on the hall table.
"I rang up from the post office just down the road."
"But how extraordinary. Why not from here?"
Lucy thought quickly.
"I was afraid the boys might be about – might hear - if I rang up from the hall here."
"I see…. Yes…. I see…. They are coming – the police, I mean?"
"They're here now," said Lucy, as with a squeal of brake a car drew up at the front door and the front-door bell pealed through the house.
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It's not that at all," said Lucy. "I didn't want to speak before your father because I understand he is an invalid and it might give him a shock. You see, I've just discovered the body of a murdered woman in that big sarcophagus in the Long Barn."
Emma Crackenthorpe stared at her.
"In the sarcophagus? A murdered woman? It's impossible!"
"I'm afraid it's quite true. I've rung up the police. They will be here at any minute."
A slight flush came into Emma's cheek.
"You should have told me first – before notifying the police."
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"I'm sorry," said Lucy.
"I didn't hear you ring up" – Emma's glance went to the telephone on the hall table.
"I rang up from the post office just down the road."
"But how extraordinary. Why not from here?"
Lucy thought quickly.
"I was afraid the boys might be about – might hear - if I rang up from the hall here."
"I see…. Yes…. I see…. They are coming – the police, I mean?"
"They're here now," said Lucy, as with a squeal of brake a car drew up at the front door and the front-door bell pealed through the house.
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"All right, all right, say straight out that I ate too much! That's what you mean. And why did I eat too much? Because there was too much food on the table, far too much. Wasteful and extravagant. And that reminds me - you, young woman. Five potatoes you sent in for lunch - good-sized ones too. Two potatoes are enough for anybody. So don't send in more than four in future. The extra one was wasted to-day."
"It wasn't wasted, Mr. Crackenthorpe. I've planned to use it in a Spanish omelette to-night."
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Urgh!" As Lucy went out of the room carrying the coffee tray she heard him say, "Slick young woman, that, always got all the answers. Cooks well, though – and she's a handsome kind of girl!"
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"All right, all right, say straight out that I ate too much! That's what you mean. And why did I eat too much? Because there was too much food on the table, far too much. Wasteful and extravagant. And that reminds me - you, young woman. Five potatoes you sent in for lunch - good-sized ones too. Two potatoes are enough for anybody. So don't send in more than four in future. The extra one was wasted to-day."
"It wasn't wasted, Mr. Crackenthorpe. I've planned to use it in a Spanish omelette to-night."
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Urgh!" As Lucy went out of the room carrying the coffee tray she heard him say, "Slick young woman, that, always got all the answers. Cooks well, though – and she's a handsome kind of girl!"
Lucy Eyelesbarrow took a light iron out of the set of gold clubs she had had the forethought to bring with her, and strolled out into the park, climbing over the fencing.Art Painting
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"All right, all right, say straight out that I ate too much! That's what you mean. And why did I eat too much? Because there was too much food on the table, far too much. Wasteful and extravagant. And that reminds me - you, young woman. Five potatoes you sent in for lunch - good-sized ones too. Two potatoes are enough for anybody. So don't send in more than four in future. The extra one was wasted to-day."
"It wasn't wasted, Mr. Crackenthorpe. I've planned to use it in a Spanish omelette to-night."
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Urgh!" As Lucy went out of the room carrying the coffee tray she heard him say, "Slick young woman, that, always got all the answers. Cooks well, though – and she's a handsome kind of girl!"
Lucy Eyelesbarrow took a light iron out of the set of gold clubs she had had the forethought to bring with her, and strolled out into the park, climbing over the fencing.Art Painting
"All right, all right, say straight out that I ate too much! That's what you mean. And why did I eat too much? Because there was too much food on the table, far too much. Wasteful and extravagant. And that reminds me - you, young woman. Five potatoes you sent in for lunch - good-sized ones too. Two potatoes are enough for anybody. So don't send in more than four in future. The extra one was wasted to-day."
"It wasn't wasted, Mr. Crackenthorpe. I've planned to use it in a Spanish omelette to-night."
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Urgh!" As Lucy went out of the room carrying the coffee tray she heard him say, "Slick young woman, that, always got all the answers. Cooks well, though – and she's a handsome kind of girl!"
Lucy Eyelesbarrow took a light iron out of the set of gold clubs she had had the forethought to bring with her, and strolled out into the park, climbing over the fencing.Art Painting
Monday, October 22, 2007
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"Dear me，"I said，recovering from the shock."I suppose next time I comehome I shall find you wearing false moustaches-or are you doing so now?" Poirot winced.His moustaches had always been his sensitive point.He wasinordinately proud of them.My words touched him on the raw. "No，no，indeed，mon ami.That day，I pray the good God，is still faroff.The false moustache!Quel horreur!" He tugged at them vigorously to assure me of their genuine character. "Well，they are very luxuriant still，"I said. "N'est ce pas?Never，in the whole of London，have I seen a pair ofmoustaches to equal mine."
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A good job too，I thought privately.But I would not for the world havehurt Poirot's feelings by saying so. Instead I asked if he still practised his profession on occasion. "I know，"I said，"that you actually retired years ago-""C'est vrai.Togrow the vegetable marrows!And immediately a murder occurs-and I send thevegetable marrows to promenade themselves to the devil.And since then-I knowvery well what you will say-I am like the prima donna who makes positivelythe farewell performance!That farewell performance，it repeats itself anindefinite number of times!" I laughed.
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"Dear me，"I said，recovering from the shock."I suppose next time I comehome I shall find you wearing false moustaches-or are you doing so now?" Poirot winced.His moustaches had always been his sensitive point.He wasinordinately proud of them.My words touched him on the raw. "No，no，indeed，mon ami.That day，I pray the good God，is still faroff.The false moustache!Quel horreur!" He tugged at them vigorously to assure me of their genuine character. "Well，they are very luxuriant still，"I said. "N'est ce pas?Never，in the whole of London，have I seen a pair ofmoustaches to equal mine."
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A good job too，I thought privately.But I would not for the world havehurt Poirot's feelings by saying so. Instead I asked if he still practised his profession on occasion. "I know，"I said，"that you actually retired years ago-""C'est vrai.Togrow the vegetable marrows!And immediately a murder occurs-and I send thevegetable marrows to promenade themselves to the devil.And since then-I knowvery well what you will say-I am like the prima donna who makes positivelythe farewell performance!That farewell performance，it repeats itself anindefinite number of times!" I laughed.
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
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low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
"There's a cyclone coming, Em," he called to his wife. "I'll go look after the stock." Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.
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Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told her of the danger close at hand.
"Quick, Dorothy!" she screamed. "Run for the cellar!"
Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the girl started to get him. Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the trap door in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole. Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt. When she was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.
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low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
"There's a cyclone coming, Em," he called to his wife. "I'll go look after the stock." Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.
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Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told her of the danger close at hand.
"Quick, Dorothy!" she screamed. "Run for the cellar!"
Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the girl started to get him. Aunt Em, badly frightened, threw open the trap door in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole. Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt. When she was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.
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When Hendon's term of service in the stocks was finished, he was released and ordered to quit the region and come back no more. His sword was restored to him, and also his mule and his donkey. He mounted and rode off, followed by the king, the crowd opening with quiet respectfulness to let them pass, and then dispersing when they were gone.
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Hendon was soon absorbed in thought. There were questions of high import to be answered. What should he do? Whither should he go? Powerful help must be found somewhere, or he must relinquish his inheritance and remain under the imputation of being an impostor besides. Where could he hope to find this powerful help? Where, indeed! It was a knotty question. By and by a thought occurred to him which pointed to a possibility-the slenderest of slender possibilities
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When Hendon's term of service in the stocks was finished, he was released and ordered to quit the region and come back no more. His sword was restored to him, and also his mule and his donkey. He mounted and rode off, followed by the king, the crowd opening with quiet respectfulness to let them pass, and then dispersing when they were gone.
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Hendon was soon absorbed in thought. There were questions of high import to be answered. What should he do? Whither should he go? Powerful help must be found somewhere, or he must relinquish his inheritance and remain under the imputation of being an impostor besides. Where could he hope to find this powerful help? Where, indeed! It was a knotty question. By and by a thought occurred to him which pointed to a possibility-the slenderest of slender possibilities
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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Hitherto Mrs. Bunting had been spared in any real sense a vision of The Avenger's victims. Now they haunted her, and she wondered wearily if this fresh horror was to be added to the terrible fear which encompassed her night and day.
As she came within sight of home, her spirit suddenly lightened. The narrow, drab-coloured little house, flanked each side by others exactly like it in every single particular, save that their front yards were not so well kept, looked as if it could, aye, and would, keep any secret closely hidden.
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For a moment, at any rate, The Avenger's victims receded from her mind. She thought of them no more. All her thoughts were concentrated on Bunting - Bunting and Mr. Sleuth. She wondered what had happened during her absence - whether the lodger had rung his bell, and, if so, how he had got on with Bunting, and Bunting with him?
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Hitherto Mrs. Bunting had been spared in any real sense a vision of The Avenger's victims. Now they haunted her, and she wondered wearily if this fresh horror was to be added to the terrible fear which encompassed her night and day.
As she came within sight of home, her spirit suddenly lightened. The narrow, drab-coloured little house, flanked each side by others exactly like it in every single particular, save that their front yards were not so well kept, looked as if it could, aye, and would, keep any secret closely hidden.
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For a moment, at any rate, The Avenger's victims receded from her mind. She thought of them no more. All her thoughts were concentrated on Bunting - Bunting and Mr. Sleuth. She wondered what had happened during her absence - whether the lodger had rung his bell, and, if so, how he had got on with Bunting, and Bunting with him?
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"Gentlemen, the Coroner."
The jury stood up, shuffling their feet, and then sat down again; over the spectators there fell a sudden silence.
And then what immediately followed recalled to Mrs. Bunting, for the first time, that informal little country inquest of long ago.
First came the "Oyez! Oyez!" the old Norman-French summons to all whose business it is to attend a solemn inquiry into the death - sudden, unexplained, terrible - of a fellow-being.
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The jury - there were fourteen of them - all stood up again. They raised their hands and solemnly chanted together the curious words of their oath.
Then came a quick, informal exchange of sentences 'twixt the coroner and his officer.
Yes, everything was in order. The jury had viewed the bodies - he quickly corrected himself - the body, for, technically speaking, the inquest just about to be held only concerned one body. Art Painting
"Gentlemen, the Coroner."
The jury stood up, shuffling their feet, and then sat down again; over the spectators there fell a sudden silence.
And then what immediately followed recalled to Mrs. Bunting, for the first time, that informal little country inquest of long ago.
First came the "Oyez! Oyez!" the old Norman-French summons to all whose business it is to attend a solemn inquiry into the death - sudden, unexplained, terrible - of a fellow-being.
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The jury - there were fourteen of them - all stood up again. They raised their hands and solemnly chanted together the curious words of their oath.
Then came a quick, informal exchange of sentences 'twixt the coroner and his officer.
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
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I realise now that if I am to save the unhappy lady, I must silence the man and not capture him. To kill a human being is no small thing. Besides, that's not my business, unless the man himself makes it my business. On the other hand, to render him forever silent without the lady's assent and confidence is to act on one's own initiative and assumes a knowledge of everything with nothing for a basis. Fortunately, my friend, I have guessed, no, I have reasoned it all out. All that I ask of the man who is coming to-night is to bring me his face, so that it may enter -"
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"Into the circle?"
"Exactly! And his face won't surprise me!"
"But I thought you saw his face on the night when you sprang into the chamber?"
"Only imperfectly. The candle was on the floor; and, his beard -"
"Will he wear his beard this evening?"
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I realise now that if I am to save the unhappy lady, I must silence the man and not capture him. To kill a human being is no small thing. Besides, that's not my business, unless the man himself makes it my business. On the other hand, to render him forever silent without the lady's assent and confidence is to act on one's own initiative and assumes a knowledge of everything with nothing for a basis. Fortunately, my friend, I have guessed, no, I have reasoned it all out. All that I ask of the man who is coming to-night is to bring me his face, so that it may enter -"
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"Into the circle?"
"Exactly! And his face won't surprise me!"
"But I thought you saw his face on the night when you sprang into the chamber?"
"Only imperfectly. The candle was on the floor; and, his beard -"
"Will he wear his beard this evening?"
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Saturday, October 13, 2007
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The man must be dominating her, or both, by some inscrutable power. They were dreading nothing so much as the chance of Monsieur Stangerson knowing that his daughter was 'held' by her assailant. I made Monsieur Darzac understand that he had explained himself sufficiently, and that he might refrain from telling me any more than he had already told me. I promised him to watch through the night. He insisted that I should establish an
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absolutely impassable barrier around Mademoiselle Stangerson's chamber, around the boudoir where the nurses were sleeping, and around the drawing-room where, since the affair of the inexplicable gallery, Monsieur Stangerson had slept. In short, I was to put a cordon round the whole apartment.
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The man must be dominating her, or both, by some inscrutable power. They were dreading nothing so much as the chance of Monsieur Stangerson knowing that his daughter was 'held' by her assailant. I made Monsieur Darzac understand that he had explained himself sufficiently, and that he might refrain from telling me any more than he had already told me. I promised him to watch through the night. He insisted that I should establish an
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absolutely impassable barrier around Mademoiselle Stangerson's chamber, around the boudoir where the nurses were sleeping, and around the drawing-room where, since the affair of the inexplicable gallery, Monsieur Stangerson had slept. In short, I was to put a cordon round the whole apartment.
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
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Well, what do you want from me now, Marionette?"
"I beg for mercy for my poor friend, Harlequin, who has never done the least harm in his life."
"There is no mercy here, Pinocchio. I have spared you. Harlequin must burn in your place. I am hungry and my dinner must be cooked."
"In that case," said Pinocchio proudly, as he stood up and flung away his cap of dough, "in that case, my duty is clear. Come, officers! Tie me up and throw me on those flames. No, it is not fair for poor Harlequin, the best friend that I have in the world, to die in my place!"
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These brave words, said in a piercing voice, made all the other Marionettes cry. Even the officers, who were made of wood also, cried like two babies.
Fire Eater at first remained hard and cold as a piece of ice; but then, little by little, he softened and began to sneeze. And after four or five sneezes, he opened wide his arms and said to Pinocchio:
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Well, what do you want from me now, Marionette?"
"I beg for mercy for my poor friend, Harlequin, who has never done the least harm in his life."
"There is no mercy here, Pinocchio. I have spared you. Harlequin must burn in your place. I am hungry and my dinner must be cooked."
"In that case," said Pinocchio proudly, as he stood up and flung away his cap of dough, "in that case, my duty is clear. Come, officers! Tie me up and throw me on those flames. No, it is not fair for poor Harlequin, the best friend that I have in the world, to die in my place!"
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These brave words, said in a piercing voice, made all the other Marionettes cry. Even the officers, who were made of wood also, cried like two babies.
Fire Eater at first remained hard and cold as a piece of ice; but then, little by little, he softened and began to sneeze. And after four or five sneezes, he opened wide his arms and said to Pinocchio:
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Art Painting Boys always promise that when they want something," said Geppetto.
"I promise to go to school every day, to study, and to succeed--"
"Boys always sing that song when they want their own will."
"But I am not like other boys! I am better than all of them and I always tell the truth. I promise you, Father, that I'll learn a trade, and I'll be the comfort and staff of your old age."
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more, but taking his tools and two pieces of wood, he set to work diligently.
In less than an hour the feet were finished, two slender, nimble little feet, strong and quick, modeled as if by an artist's hands.
"Close your eyes and sleep!" Geppetto then said to the Marionette.
Pinocchio closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, while Geppetto stuck on the two feet with a bit of glue melted in an eggshell, doing his work so well that the joint could hardly be seen.
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"I promise to go to school every day, to study, and to succeed--"
"Boys always sing that song when they want their own will."
"But I am not like other boys! I am better than all of them and I always tell the truth. I promise you, Father, that I'll learn a trade, and I'll be the comfort and staff of your old age."
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more, but taking his tools and two pieces of wood, he set to work diligently.
In less than an hour the feet were finished, two slender, nimble little feet, strong and quick, modeled as if by an artist's hands.
"Close your eyes and sleep!" Geppetto then said to the Marionette.
Pinocchio closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, while Geppetto stuck on the two feet with a bit of glue melted in an eggshell, doing his work so well that the joint could hardly be seen.
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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燃烧小小的身影在夜晚
为夜路的旅人照亮方向
短暂的生命努力的发光
让黑暗的世界充满希望
萤火虫萤火虫慢慢飞
我的心我的心还在追
都市的灯火明灭闪耀
还有谁会记得你燃烧光亮”
轻轻唱起一支老歌，很希望能给胤祥带去一丝丝安慰。
胤祥转过头来看着我，眸子异常清亮。
“谢谢你。”
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啊。“不客气不客气。”我有一刹那的失神，一个男人怎么能让人觉得明艳呢。
“每年的今天我都一个人想我额娘，希望我额娘也能听到你的歌。”
“那你福晋都没陪你吗？”情况有点暧昧，快点让它正常起来。我只是他们家的菲佣而已。
他眼中那盏明灯乍一下熄灭。
“她是个好女人。只是好罢了。”
没头没尾的，搞不懂你想说什么。知道你们是指婚，不过没爱情也应该有亲情了啦，不用这样装吧。我又不是小姑娘，没那么好骗的。 Art Painting
燃烧小小的身影在夜晚
为夜路的旅人照亮方向
短暂的生命努力的发光
让黑暗的世界充满希望
萤火虫萤火虫慢慢飞
我的心我的心还在追
都市的灯火明灭闪耀
还有谁会记得你燃烧光亮”
轻轻唱起一支老歌，很希望能给胤祥带去一丝丝安慰。
胤祥转过头来看着我，眸子异常清亮。
“谢谢你。”
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啊。“不客气不客气。”我有一刹那的失神，一个男人怎么能让人觉得明艳呢。
“每年的今天我都一个人想我额娘，希望我额娘也能听到你的歌。”
“那你福晋都没陪你吗？”情况有点暧昧，快点让它正常起来。我只是他们家的菲佣而已。
他眼中那盏明灯乍一下熄灭。
“她是个好女人。只是好罢了。”
没头没尾的，搞不懂你想说什么。知道你们是指婚，不过没爱情也应该有亲情了啦，不用这样装吧。我又不是小姑娘，没那么好骗的。 Art Painting
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胤禟敬酒回来，见尘芳面无表情的盘坐在那，不禁道：“还在想日间的事啊？那女人，往后你可要提防着，今日可吓死我了。若不是看在她哥哥阔台郡王的面子上，我早就将她的一双手废了！”
尘芳道：“珠木花虽然和以前大不相同，但我决不相信她会真心伤害我。”见胤禟沉下脸，随即笑道：“好了，我不想就是了。”
胤禟方才笑道：“这才是乖！”说着，拧着她的脸蛋低语问：“我在围场呆了几日，你夜里可曾想我？”
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话没说完，突听得一阵喧闹，只见场中一位穿着火红衣裳的蒙古女子正在独舞。在三弦和扬琴的伴奏下，舞者两手各握两个酒盅，随着音乐的节奏，每一拍碰击一下盅子，击打出快、慢、碎、抖等声音。手在舞、腰在扭、眼跟手、脚步稳，舞姿典雅优美，引得众人一阵叫好。待一曲下来，那舞者香汗淋漓，喘着娇气，再一看，不正是珠木花吗。
珠木花环视四下，高声道：“珠木花献丑了。听闻皇上的九儿媳色艺双全，不知可否出来献上一舞，让大家也见识一下皇家的风采！”
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胤禟敬酒回来，见尘芳面无表情的盘坐在那，不禁道：“还在想日间的事啊？那女人，往后你可要提防着，今日可吓死我了。若不是看在她哥哥阔台郡王的面子上，我早就将她的一双手废了！”
尘芳道：“珠木花虽然和以前大不相同，但我决不相信她会真心伤害我。”见胤禟沉下脸，随即笑道：“好了，我不想就是了。”
胤禟方才笑道：“这才是乖！”说着，拧着她的脸蛋低语问：“我在围场呆了几日，你夜里可曾想我？”
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话没说完，突听得一阵喧闹，只见场中一位穿着火红衣裳的蒙古女子正在独舞。在三弦和扬琴的伴奏下，舞者两手各握两个酒盅，随着音乐的节奏，每一拍碰击一下盅子，击打出快、慢、碎、抖等声音。手在舞、腰在扭、眼跟手、脚步稳，舞姿典雅优美，引得众人一阵叫好。待一曲下来，那舞者香汗淋漓，喘着娇气，再一看，不正是珠木花吗。
珠木花环视四下，高声道：“珠木花献丑了。听闻皇上的九儿媳色艺双全，不知可否出来献上一舞，让大家也见识一下皇家的风采！”
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Sunday, October 7, 2007
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龙飞玉住的院落是靖南侯府的西跨院，内院是侯爷夫妇居住，东跨院是招待宾客之所。
侯爷夫妇身份尊贵，又只有龙飞玉一个子嗣，自是宠爱异常。这西跨院便是全府景色最好的院落，却只住了龙飞玉和他的一众姬妾。
此时正值阳春三月，西院的桃花刚开，粉粉嫩嫩，刹是好看。林间转来一阵阵琴声，清脆悦耳，婉转动听。
顺着琴音而进，只见一个白色身影坐在桃树下，那婉转的琴音正是从她的指间流动而出，微微春风吹过，几片粉红的花瓣落在白色的罗衣上，更衬出衣服主人的清丽和飘逸。
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苏雪琴对自己很有信心，不只是自己的琴技，还有自己穿白衣时的风情，还有这桃花林间抚琴的画面……已经有不少文人墨客为此赋诗作画，所以她喜欢穿白衣，喜欢在桃花林间抚琴。
上一次和世子的不快已经烟消云散，世子在玲珑馆呆了几天后又回到了藏雪楼，大概是对玲珑的温柔腻味了。
苏雪琴庆幸自己没有先低头认错，这证明她不用讨好世子也可以得到他的喜爱，她靠的是自己天生的魅力，而不是媚惑之术。
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龙飞玉住的院落是靖南侯府的西跨院，内院是侯爷夫妇居住，东跨院是招待宾客之所。
侯爷夫妇身份尊贵，又只有龙飞玉一个子嗣，自是宠爱异常。这西跨院便是全府景色最好的院落，却只住了龙飞玉和他的一众姬妾。
此时正值阳春三月，西院的桃花刚开，粉粉嫩嫩，刹是好看。林间转来一阵阵琴声，清脆悦耳，婉转动听。
顺着琴音而进，只见一个白色身影坐在桃树下，那婉转的琴音正是从她的指间流动而出，微微春风吹过，几片粉红的花瓣落在白色的罗衣上，更衬出衣服主人的清丽和飘逸。
Art Painting
苏雪琴对自己很有信心，不只是自己的琴技，还有自己穿白衣时的风情，还有这桃花林间抚琴的画面……已经有不少文人墨客为此赋诗作画，所以她喜欢穿白衣，喜欢在桃花林间抚琴。
上一次和世子的不快已经烟消云散，世子在玲珑馆呆了几天后又回到了藏雪楼，大概是对玲珑的温柔腻味了。
苏雪琴庆幸自己没有先低头认错，这证明她不用讨好世子也可以得到他的喜爱，她靠的是自己天生的魅力，而不是媚惑之术。
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真的？……艳红！艳红！”
祥瑞三年九月十八日，无双楼迎来了第一位少东家。
九月十八日，这表明孩子是在靖南侯府怀上的。
京城父老都在猜测着下一步的举动会是什么，毕竟这两家人的行事都不同寻常。
但此时的龙飞玉已经恢复了战场上的冷静，没有轻举妄动，他已经得到消息，为金多多接生的稳婆第二日就回乡下了，到罗府出诊的大夫也绝口不提此事。
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其中一定有隐情，在夜影回来之前不可打草惊蛇。
“你确定？”龙飞玉语带惊喜。
“回爷的话，那老婆子本是不肯说的，不过小的施了点手段，她就松口了。”
“那么说那孩子其实是早产。”
“没错，早产了两个多月。大夫那儿小的不便入手，但听稳婆说，当日大夫就说过胎儿不稳，极有可能早产。知道瞒不过稳婆，就给了她五十两纹银封口，让她回乡下。现下她已经明白冒充皇亲血脉是杀头的罪，如果爷需要，她可以出面指证。”
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真的？……艳红！艳红！”
祥瑞三年九月十八日，无双楼迎来了第一位少东家。
九月十八日，这表明孩子是在靖南侯府怀上的。
京城父老都在猜测着下一步的举动会是什么，毕竟这两家人的行事都不同寻常。
但此时的龙飞玉已经恢复了战场上的冷静，没有轻举妄动，他已经得到消息，为金多多接生的稳婆第二日就回乡下了，到罗府出诊的大夫也绝口不提此事。
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其中一定有隐情，在夜影回来之前不可打草惊蛇。
“你确定？”龙飞玉语带惊喜。
“回爷的话，那老婆子本是不肯说的，不过小的施了点手段，她就松口了。”
“那么说那孩子其实是早产。”
“没错，早产了两个多月。大夫那儿小的不便入手，但听稳婆说，当日大夫就说过胎儿不稳，极有可能早产。知道瞒不过稳婆，就给了她五十两纹银封口，让她回乡下。现下她已经明白冒充皇亲血脉是杀头的罪，如果爷需要，她可以出面指证。”
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Friday, October 5, 2007
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奇怪地问道：“你怎么来的？”他坐到榻上，一把拉过我搂在怀里：“父皇当初怎么来的，朕就是怎么来的。”
我不依：“你能来那我也能去，下回我也去那边找你。”
“随时欢迎。”他吻了吻我的眼睑，叹道，“当初朕是怎的想的？放着你这个宝贝，白白给翊枫占了一年。”
我故意加重语气：“所以说现在什么都迟了。”
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他放开我，缓缓走到窗前，淡淡地说道：“这一切都是朕给的，朕什么时候想要回来，就可以拿回来。”他就那么随意地站着，却自带一种尊贵的神态，仿佛是天生的君临天下的王者，傲然俯视着脚下的万里疆域及万万子民。
我虽被他的气势打动，却十分不赞同他的看法：“哼，你以为你想要回就要回？我可是你御口亲封的信亲王妃呢！”
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奇怪地问道：“你怎么来的？”他坐到榻上，一把拉过我搂在怀里：“父皇当初怎么来的，朕就是怎么来的。”
我不依：“你能来那我也能去，下回我也去那边找你。”
“随时欢迎。”他吻了吻我的眼睑，叹道，“当初朕是怎的想的？放着你这个宝贝，白白给翊枫占了一年。”
我故意加重语气：“所以说现在什么都迟了。”
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他放开我，缓缓走到窗前，淡淡地说道：“这一切都是朕给的，朕什么时候想要回来，就可以拿回来。”他就那么随意地站着，却自带一种尊贵的神态，仿佛是天生的君临天下的王者，傲然俯视着脚下的万里疆域及万万子民。
我虽被他的气势打动，却十分不赞同他的看法：“哼，你以为你想要回就要回？我可是你御口亲封的信亲王妃呢！”
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
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NO.2好吃嘴文讯：
这女子，嘿！真的是标准的“好吃嘴”！什么杂七杂八的零食都爱吃，成天抱着一大堆东西往嘴里塞，奇怪的是怎么吃都吃不胖，哪像我，好象吃多少就要长多少似的，害我都不敢吃多一点点，真是羡煞我也！嫉妒死我也！郁闷死我也！可有什么办法呢？唉~~老天不公哪！7456~~
这女子，还老爱跟我抬杠，总是在关键时刻扯我后腿，嘶~~像是专门生来挑我语病抓我话柄的，真是——7456！可我偏又拿她没办法，毕竟是自己语亏嘛，所以我只能~~“樱木花道式眯眼+滴汗”了~晕啊~~
不过她也是性格最单纯的一个了，用我的话来说就是傻呆呆的、憨痴痴的，容易被拐，嘿嘿~~惹得她气鼓着腮帮子说“你才容易被拐呢”，哈哈，有趣吧？
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NO.2好吃嘴文讯：
这女子，嘿！真的是标准的“好吃嘴”！什么杂七杂八的零食都爱吃，成天抱着一大堆东西往嘴里塞，奇怪的是怎么吃都吃不胖，哪像我，好象吃多少就要长多少似的，害我都不敢吃多一点点，真是羡煞我也！嫉妒死我也！郁闷死我也！可有什么办法呢？唉~~老天不公哪！7456~~
这女子，还老爱跟我抬杠，总是在关键时刻扯我后腿，嘶~~像是专门生来挑我语病抓我话柄的，真是——7456！可我偏又拿她没办法，毕竟是自己语亏嘛，所以我只能~~“樱木花道式眯眼+滴汗”了~晕啊~~
不过她也是性格最单纯的一个了，用我的话来说就是傻呆呆的、憨痴痴的，容易被拐，嘿嘿~~惹得她气鼓着腮帮子说“你才容易被拐呢”，哈哈，有趣吧？
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