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before - but the concierge may be useful after - if there's to be any killing!"
"Then you think there may be?"
"If he wishes it."
"Why haven't you brought in Daddy Jacques? - Have you made no use of him to-day?"
"No," replied Rouletabille sharply.
I kept silence for awhile, then, anxious to know his thoughts, I asked him point blank:
"Why not tell Arthur Rance? - He may be of great assistance to us?"
"Oh!" said Rouletabille crossly, "then you want to let everybody into Mademoiselle Stangerson's secrets? - Come, let us go to dinner; it is time. This evening we dine in Frederic Larsan's room, - at least, if he is not on the heels of Darzac. He sticks to him like a leech. But, anyhow, if he is not there now, I am quite sure he will be, to-night! He's the one I am going to knock over!"
At this moment we heard a noise in the room near us.
"It must be he," said Rouletabille.
"I forgot to ask you," I said, "if we are to make any allusion to to-night's business when we are with this policeman. I take it we are not. Is that so?"

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这次海战历时半小时，史称“丰岛海战”，赵刚这样描述丰岛海战的经过时：“五月十五日午前七时许，驶至朝鲜丰岛和肖伯奥尔岛（音译）附近时，忽见三艘日本军舰，冒着黑烟，由南阳湾方向朝我舰驶来。定睛细看，知是日舰“吉野”(4200吨)、“秋津洲”(3100吨)、“浪速”(3700吨)，当时我舰尚不知朝鲜汉城发生事变，对日本仍作为友好邻邦，因此决定做海军的普通的敬礼。我军一舰升起将旗，以为靠近对方军舰时，对方必定做相应的敬礼。然而，他们非但不敬礼，反而进行战斗准备，对我军表示敌意。”
　　“我舰因海面狭窄，向前航行不便，未咎其无礼，转向西南，驶进外海。须臾间，彼我距离接近，对方突然开炮。既然对方已挑起战事，我舰岂能迟疑，立即开炮应战。因相互猛烈炮击，海面骤然硝烟弥漫。驰骋的军舰，劈涛破浪，如蛟龙飞舞，鼋鼍跳跃，无比壮观。日舰亦善战，彼三我一，本敌众我寡之势，但天理自在人心，倭寇岂能久抗？激战约十分，秋津洲舰中炮沉，日军二舰败退。“击远”舰紧追“浪速”之后，追赶中连发千数百炮，炮弹连连击穿对方甲板上的机舱。对方面临被击沉的危险，悬挂白旗投降。“吉野”当时已远遁，遂调转舰艏返回。”

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¡¡¡'Ah, my boy,'- he shook his head ominously at me,- ''t is the worst schooner ye could iv selected; nor were ye drunk at the time, as was I. 'T is sealin' is the sailor's paradise- on other ships than this. The mate was the first, but, mark me words, there'll be more dead men before the trip is done with. Hist, now, between you an' meself an' the stanchion there, this Wolf Larsen is a regular devil, an' the Ghost'll be a hell-ship like she's always be'n since he had hold iv her. Don't I know? Don't I know? Don't I remember him in Hakodate two years gone, when he had a row an' shot fou
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r iv his men? Wasn't I a-layin' on the Emma L., not three hundred yards away? An' there was a man the same year he killed with a blow iv his fist. Yes, sir, killed 'im dead- oh. His head must iv smashed like an egg-shell. 'T is the beast he is, this Wolf Larsen- the great big beast mentioned iv in Revelations; an' no good end will he ever come to. But I've said nothin' to ye, mind ye; I've whispered never a word; for old fat Louis'll live the voyage out, if the last mother's son of yez go to the fishes. ¡¡¡¡'Wolf Larsen!' he snorted a moment later. 'Listen to the word, will ye! Wolf- 't is what he is. He's not black-hearted, like some men. 'T is no heart he has at all. Wolf, just wolf, 't is what he is. D'ye wonder he's well named?'

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Is that all?' said Jo, looking disappointed, as Laurie nodded and twinkled, with a face full of mysterious intelligence. `It's quite enough for the present, as you'll agree when I tell you where it is.' ¡¡¡¡`Tell then.' ¡¡¡¡Laurie bent, and whispered three words in Jo's ear, which produced a comical change. She stood and stared at him for a minute, looking both surprised and displeased, then walked on, saying sharply, `How do you know?' ¡¡¡¡`Saw it.' ¡¡¡¡`Where?' ¡¡¡¡`Pocket.' ¡
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¡¡¡`All this time?' ¡¡¡¡`Yes; isn't that romantic?' ¡¡¡¡`No, it's horrid.' ¡¡¡¡`Don't you like it?' ¡¡¡¡`Of course I don't. It's ridiculous; it won't be allowed. My patience! what would Meg say?' ¡¡¡¡`You are not to tell anyone; mind that.' ¡¡¡¡`I didn't promise.' ¡¡¡¡`That was understood, and I trusted you.' ¡¡¡¡`Well, I won't for the present, anyway; but I'm disgusted, and wish you hadn't told me.' ¡¡¡¡`I thought you'd be pleased.'

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"I should not have thought it possible," she began, "that you could have misunderstood me! I know we agreed never to name him-- but considering how infinitely superior he is to every body else, I should not have thought it possible that I could be supposed to mean any other person. Mr. Frank Churchill, indeed! I do not know who would ever look at him in the company of the other. I hope I have a better taste than to think of Mr. Frank Churchill,
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who is like nobody by his side. And that you should have been so mistaken, is amazing!--I am sure, but for believing that you entirely approved and meant to encourage me in my attachment, I should have considered it at first too great a presumption almost, to dare to think of him. At first, if you had not told me that more wonderful things had happened; that there had been matches of greater disparity (those were your very words);-- I should not have dared to give way to--I should not have thought it possible--But if you, who had been always acquainted with him--"

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Mrs Dean laughed.
`I certainly esteem myself a steady, reasonable kind of body,' she said; `not exactly from living among the hills and seeing one set of faces, and one series of actions, from year's end to year's end; but I have undergone sharp discipline, which has taught me wisdom; and then, I have read more than you would fancy, Mr Lockwood. You could not open a book in this library
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that I have not looked into, and got something out of also: unless it be that range of Greek and Latin and that of French; and those I know one from another: it is as much as you can expect of a poor man's daughter. However, if I am to follow my story in true gossip's fashion, I had better go on; and instead of leaping three years, I will be content to pass to the next summer--the summer of 1778, that is, nearly twenty-three years ago.'

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Here! and here!' replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast: `in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I'm convinced I'm wrong!'
`That's very strange! I cannot make it out.'
`It's my secret. But if you will not mock at me, I'll explain it: I can't do it distinctly: but I'll give you a feeling of how I feel.'
She seated herself by me again: her countenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled.
`Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams?' she said, suddenly, after some minutes' reflection.
`Yes, now and then,' I answered.
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`And so do I. I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one; I'm going to tell it--but take care not to smile at any part of it.'
`Oh! don't, Miss Catherine!' I cried. `We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us. Come, come, be merry and like yourself! Look at little Hareton! he's dreaming nothing dreary. How sweetly he smiles in his sleep!'

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¡¡¡¡'Full and free!' said Mr. Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'To speak to her, if I should ever find her; shelter her, if I have any shelter to divide with her; and then, without her knowledge, come to you, and bring you to her?' she asked hurriedly. ¡¡¡¡We both replied together, 'Yes!' ¡¡¡¡She lifted up her eyes, and solemnly declared that she would devote herself to this task,
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fervently and faithfully. That she would never waver in it, never be diverted from it, never relinquish it, while there was any chance of hope. If she were not true to it, might the object she now had in life, which bound her to something devoid of evil, in its passing away from her, leave her more forlorn and more despairing, if that were possible, than she had been upon the river's brink that night; and then might all help, human and Divine, renounce her evermore! ¡¡¡¡She did not raise her voice above her breath, or address us, but said this to the night sky; then stood profoundly quiet, looking at the gloomy water.

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¡¡¡¡We dined soon after I awoke, off a roast fowl and a pudding; I sitting at table, not unlike a trussed bird myself, and moving my arms with considerable difficulty. But as my aunt had swathed me up, I made no complaint of being inconvenienced. All this time I was deeply anxious to know what she was going to do with me; but she took her dinner in profound silence, except when she occasionally fixed her eyes on me sitting opposite, and said, 'Mercy upon us!' which did not by any means relieve my anxiety. ¡¡¡¡The cloth being drawn, and some sherry put upon the table (of which I had a glass), my aunt sent up for Mr. Dick again, who joined us, and looked as wise as he could when she requested him to attend to my story, which she elicited from me, gradually,
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by a course of questions. During my recital, she kept her eyes on Mr. Dick, who I thought would have gone to sleep but for that, and who, whensoever he lapsed into a smile, was checked by a frown from my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'Whatever possessed that poor unfortunate Baby, that she must go and be married again,' said my aunt, when I had finished, 'I can't conceive.' ¡¡¡¡'Perhaps she fell in love with her second husband,' Mr. Dick suggested. ¡¡¡¡'Fell in love!' repeated my aunt. 'What do you mean? What business had she to do it?' ¡¡¡¡'Perhaps,' Mr. Dick simpered, after thinking a little, 'she did it for pleasure.'

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Painters are so fond of islands, are they not?" said Miss Marple. "Chopin – that was Majorca, was it not? But he was a musician. It is Gauguin I am thinking of. A sad life - misspent, one feels. I myself never really care for paintings of native women - and although I know he is very much admired - I have never cared for that lurid mustard colour. One really feels quite bilious looking at his pictures."
She eyed Cedric with a slightly disapproving air.
"Tell us about Lucy as a child, Miss Marple," said Cedric.
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She smiled up at him delightedly.
"Lucy was always so clever," she said. "Yes, you were, dear – now don't interrupt. Quite remarkable at arithmetic. Why, I remember when the butcher overcharged me for topside of beef…"
Miss Marple launched full steam ahead into reminiscences of Lucy's childhood and from there to experiences of her own in village life.
The stream of reminiscence was interrupted by the entry of Bryan and the boys rather wet and dirty as a result of an enthusiastic search for clues. Tea was brought in and with it came Dr. Quimper who raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked round after acknowledging his introduction to the old lady.

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No. He never is. He's gone to bed early." ¡¡¡¡ "Then what is it?" ¡¡¡¡ "I cannot tell you. I have done wrong to-day. And I want to eradicate it.... Well--I will tell you this--Jude has been here this afternoon, and I find I still love him--oh, grossly! I cannot tell you more." ¡¡¡¡ "Ah!" said the widow. "I told 'ee how 'twould be!" ¡¡¡¡ "But it shan't be! I have not told my husband of his visit; it is not necessary to trouble him about it, as I never mean to see Jude any more. But I am going to make my conscience right on my duty to Richard--by doing a penance--the ultimate thing. I must!" ¡¡¡¡ "I wouldn't--since he agrees to it being otherwise, and it has gone on three months very well as it is." ¡¡¡¡ "Yes--he agrees to my living as I choose; but I feel it is an indulgence I o
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¡¡¡¡ "But don't I get out? Aren't we going to stay here?" ¡¡¡¡ "We couldn't possibly, don't you see. We are known here--I, at any rate, am well known. I've booked for Aldbrickham; and here's your ticket for the same place, as you have only one to here." ¡¡¡¡ "I thought we should have stayed here," she repeated. ¡¡¡¡ "It wouldn't have done at all." ¡¡¡¡ "Ah! Perhaps not." ¡¡¡¡ "There wasn't time for me to write and say the place I had decided on. Aldbrickham is a much bigger town--sixty or seventy thousand inhabitants-- and nobody knows anything about us there." ¡¡¡¡ "And you have given up your cathedral work here?" ¡
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¡¡¡ "Yes. It was rather sudden--your message coming unexpectedly. Strictly, I might have been made to finish out the week. But I pleaded urgency and I was let off. I would have deserted any day at your command, dear Sue. I have deserted more than that for you!" ¡¡¡¡ "I fear I am doing you a lot of harm. Ruining your prospects of the Church; ruining your progress in your trade; everything!" ¡¡¡¡ "The Church is no more to me. Let it lie! I am not to be one of ¡¡¡¡ The soldier-saints who, row on row, Burn upward each to his point of bliss, ¡¡¡¡ if any such there be! My point of bliss is not upward, but here."