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THE wind-wheel was coming down the square. Nearer and nearer it came, a great disk of spinning flame. It was opposite the window now, and the little boy could see it plainly; but it was something more than the wind which he saw. A man was carrying a huge fan-shaped frame on his shoulder, and stuck in it were many little painted paper windmills, each one scurrying round in the breeze. They were bright and beautiful, and the sight was one to please anybody, and how much more a little boy who had only stupid, motionless toys to enjoy!
THE little boy clapped his hands, and his eyes danced and whizzed, for the circling windmills made him dizzy. Closer and closer came the windmill-man, and held up his big fan to the little boy in the window of the ambassador's house. Only a pane of glass between the boy and the windmills. They slid round before his eyes in rapidly revolving splendor. There were wheels and wheels of colors, big, little, thick, thin, all one clear, perfect spin. The windmill-vender dipped and raised them again, and the little boy's face was glued to the window-pane. Oh, what a glorious, wonderful plaything -- rings and rings of windy color always moving! How had any one ever preferred those other toys which never stirred!

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An obscure - incredible, unfathomable, inexplicable affair - and there is only one thing I fear, Monsieur Rouletabille, - that the journalists will be trying to explain it."
My friend felt this a rap on his knuckles.
"Yes," he said simply, "that is to be feared. They meddle in everything. As for my interest, monsieur, I only referred to it by mere chance, - the mere chance of finding myself in the same train with you, and in the same compartment ofthe same carriage."
"Where are you going, then?" asked Monsieur de Marquet.
"To the Chateau du Glandier," replied Rouletabille, without turnimg.
"You'll not get in, Monsieur Rouletabile!"
"Will you prevent me?" said my friend, already prepared to fight.

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无数次，说了无数次，却被无数次有意或者无意的误解，可还得把抵制目的再重复一遍：
　　第一，抵制只是表明一个态度，没有谁说把家乐福怎么样，把法国货怎么样，把所有外国货又怎么怎么样。所以选择了五一一天，而没呼吁永久抵制。一天，五一一天，让我们用一天时间对外展示和对内考验中华民族的凝聚力！一天，五一这一天，当是为国家和政府所受的所有不公而发出的一声呐喊！一天，五一这一天，就当我们用一种特殊的方式集体向所有为中华民族之崛起而抛头颅洒热血的英灵默哀！
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　　第二，如果我们五一需要吃十个馒头，抵制与不抵制都得吃十个，一个都不会少。不去家乐福，其他地方也能买到，很多网友的忧国忧民的理由其实太片面。说的不错，那里很多都是国货，可忘了是那里也卖国货，而不是国货只在那里卖。不去家乐福，其他地方也能买国货，别拿打击国货来混淆视听。

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slatternly habits: carry the rod away.'
Burns obeyed: I looked at her narrowly as she emerged from the
book-closet; she was just putting back her handkerchief into her
pocket, and the trace of a tear glistened on her thin cheek.
The play-hour in the evening I thought the pleasantest fraction
of the day at Lowood: the bit of bread, the draught of coffee
swallowed at five o'clock had revived vitality, if it had not
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satisfied hunger: the long restraint of the day was slackened; the
schoolroom felt warmer than in the morning- its fires being allowed to
burn a little more brightly, to supply, in some measure, the place
of candles, not yet introduced: the ruddy gloaming, the licensed
uproar, the confusion of many voices gave one a welcome sense

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Tell Mr Heathcliff,' he answered calmly, `that his son shall come to Wuthering Heights tomorrow. He is in bed, and too tired to go the distance now. You may also tell him that the mother of Linton desired him to remain under my guardianship; and, at present, his health is very precarious.'
`Noa!' said Joseph, giving a thud with his prop on the floor, and assuming an authoritative air; `noa! that manes nowt. Hathecliff maks noa 'cahnt uh t' mother, nur yah norther; bud he'll hev his lad; und Aw mun tak him--soa nah yah knaw!'
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`You shall not tonight!' answered Linton decisively. `Walk downstairs at once, and, repeat to your master what I have said. Ellen, show him down. Go--'
And, aiding the indignant elder with a lift by the arm, he rid the room of him, and closed the door. you have something particular to say, I'm sure he won't hear it now,' I continued. `You had better sit down in there, and entrust your message to me.
`Which is his rahm?' pursued the fellow

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soon as they could after dinner; and every one concerned was looking forward with eagerness. There seemed a general diffusion of cheerfulness on the occasion. Tom was enjoying such an advance towards the end; Edmund was in spirits from the morning's rehearsal, and little vexations seemed everywhere smoothed away. All were alert and impatient; the ladies moved soon, the gentlemen soon followed them, and with the exception of Lady Bertram, Mrs. Norris, and Julia, everybody was in the theatre at an early hour;
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and having lighted it up as well as its unfinished state admitted, were waiting only the arrival of Mrs. Grant and the Crawfords to begin. ¡¡¡¡ They did not wait long for the Crawfords, but there was no Mrs. Grant. She could not come. Dr. Grant, professing an indisposition, for which he had little credit with his fair sister-in-law, could not spare his wife.

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At last, after an agony of supplication and protestation, I got Dora to look at me, with a horrified expression of face, which I gradually soothed until it was only loving, and her soft, pretty cheek was lying against mine. Then I told her, with my arms clasped round her, how I loved her, so dearly, and so dearly; how I felt it right to offer to release her from her engagement, because now I was poor; how I never could bear it, or recover it, if I lost her; how I had no fears of poverty, if she had none, my arm being nerved and my heart inspired by her
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常发坐在窗户前，一动不动，两只粗大的手抱着一个娇小的婴儿。
　　身后，中年妇女对马三悄声说：“她舅，你劝劝老常吧，三天了，不吃不喝不睡觉，他真以为他是铁打的？”
　　“劝是没有用的，”马三摇摇头，无奈地说：“劝要是有用，他就不是老常了！”
　　常发呆呆地坐了很久，胡子拉碴的大嘴在婴儿脸上又贴了很久，这才缓缓站起，将胳膊肘里的婴儿交给中年妇女，然后，“哧”的一声扯下一片内衣来平铺在桌子上。常发定神站了站，抬起手指一咬，鲜红的血汩汩而出。血手指在粗布上歪歪扭扭地写下了“常发”两个字。常发在身上摸索着，把身上仅有的一块银洋和几张钞票包在血布里，然后对马三和中年妇女说：“这娃和……和梅子就拜托两位了，等抗战胜利以后，我回来接他！”
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发说着，扑通跪倒，恭恭敬敬地磕了三个响头。起身，腾腾地向外走，头也不回。
　　当马三和抱着孩子的中年妇女从屋里赶出来时，常发和他的枣红马早已腾云驾雾般飞出了很远。
　　“他好了？”陆佳萍惊喜地坐起来，“他真的好了？”
　　院长肯定地点点头。
　　“我早就知道这个混蛋不会死！”陆佳萍舒了一口气，“这世上好像根本没有人能杀得了他，除非是他自己不想活了！不过他才不会呢，他把命看得比酒和女人还值钱呢！”一边说，一边支撑着想下地。
　　院长忙上前搀扶：“你干什么？”
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