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Do you not remember, lady, in your father's time, aVenetian, a scholar and a soldier, that came hitherin company of the Marquis of Montferrat?
PORTIA
Yes, yes, it was Bassanio; as I think, he was so called.
NERISSA
True, madam: he, of all the men that ever my foolisheyes looked upon, was the best deserving a fair lady.
PORTIA
I remember him well, and I remember him worthy ofthy praise.
[Enter a Serving-man]
How now! what news?
Servant
The four strangers seek for you, madam, to taketheir leave: and there is a forerunner come from afifth, the Prince of Morocco, who brings word theprince his master will be here to-night.
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赵刚抬头一看，前面站着一个怒气冲天的汉子，正对着他破口大骂。那人右手拿着几个红中，左手捏着几个筹码，头上贴满了纸条，赵刚分不清他是平虏军还是百姓。
黑牛抢上一步，也不说话，一脚将这赌棍踢到在地。还没等那赌棍反应过来，黑牛的大脚一下子踩住他，喝道：“混蛋，睁开你的狗眼，看看面前的是谁！”
那赌棍奋力挣脱，那里挣得开，急得大叫：
“三营的弟兄快来帮忙。”
随着赌棍凄厉的喊声，附近几个营房的门”砰”的被人踢开了，几十号人飞快地跑了过来。
一转眼功夫，几十人就到了赵刚面前，见赵刚一伙人身材高大，领头的有些犹豫，就问道：“这位朋友，为何无故殴打我们兄弟？”
伸手将狗皮帽子解开了，阳光立刻照亮了赵刚的脸。
“候营长，好久不见了。”
候营长揉揉眼睛，好像不敢相信又看了一下，脸上已经变了颜色，嘴里发出干涩的声音：“巡检爷？！”
赵刚抬头一看，前面站着一个怒气冲天的汉子，正对着他破口大骂。那人右手拿着几个红中，左手捏着几个筹码，头上贴满了纸条，赵刚分不清他是平虏军还是百姓。
黑牛抢上一步，也不说话，一脚将这赌棍踢到在地。还没等那赌棍反应过来，黑牛的大脚一下子踩住他，喝道：“混蛋，睁开你的狗眼，看看面前的是谁！”
那赌棍奋力挣脱，那里挣得开，急得大叫：
“三营的弟兄快来帮忙。”
随着赌棍凄厉的喊声，附近几个营房的门”砰”的被人踢开了，几十号人飞快地跑了过来。
一转眼功夫，几十人就到了赵刚面前，见赵刚一伙人身材高大，领头的有些犹豫，就问道：“这位朋友，为何无故殴打我们兄弟？”
伸手将狗皮帽子解开了，阳光立刻照亮了赵刚的脸。
“候营长，好久不见了。”
候营长揉揉眼睛，好像不敢相信又看了一下，脸上已经变了颜色，嘴里发出干涩的声音：“巡检爷？！”
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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As he was drawn away, his wife released him, and stood looking after him with her hands touching one another in the attitude of prayer, and with a radiant look upon her face, in which there was even a comforting smile. As he went out at the prisoners' door, she turned, laid her head lovingly on her father's breast, tried to speak to him, and fell at his feet. ¡¡¡¡Then, issuing from the obscure corner from which he had never moved, Sydney Carton came and took her up. Only her father and Mr. Lorry were with her. His arm trembled as it raised her,
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and supported her head. Yet, there was an air about him that was not all of pity- that had a flush of pride in it. ¡¡¡¡"Shall I take her to a coach? I shall never feel her weight." ¡¡¡¡He carried her lightly to the door, and laid her tenderly down in a coach. Her father and their old friend got into it, and he took his seat beside the driver.
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As he was drawn away, his wife released him, and stood looking after him with her hands touching one another in the attitude of prayer, and with a radiant look upon her face, in which there was even a comforting smile. As he went out at the prisoners' door, she turned, laid her head lovingly on her father's breast, tried to speak to him, and fell at his feet. ¡¡¡¡Then, issuing from the obscure corner from which he had never moved, Sydney Carton came and took her up. Only her father and Mr. Lorry were with her. His arm trembled as it raised her,
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and supported her head. Yet, there was an air about him that was not all of pity- that had a flush of pride in it. ¡¡¡¡"Shall I take her to a coach? I shall never feel her weight." ¡¡¡¡He carried her lightly to the door, and laid her tenderly down in a coach. Her father and their old friend got into it, and he took his seat beside the driver.
Friday, January 4, 2008
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got; these were to be told off by the score and the score. People not immediately connected with Monseigneur or the State, yet equally unconnected with anything that was real, or with lives passed in travelling by any straight road to any true earthly end, were no less abundant. Doctors who made great fortunes out of dainty remedies for imaginary disorders that never existed, smiled upon their courtly patients in the ante-chambers of Monseigneur.
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Projectors who had discovered every kind of remedy for the little evils with which the State was touched, except the remedy of setting to work in earnest to root out a single sin, poured their distracting babble into any ears they could lay hold of, at the reception of Monseigneur. Unbelieving Philosophers who were remodelling the world with words, and making card-towers of Babel to scale the skies with, talked with Unbelieving Chemists who had an eye on the transmutation of metals, at this wonderful gathering accumulated by
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got; these were to be told off by the score and the score. People not immediately connected with Monseigneur or the State, yet equally unconnected with anything that was real, or with lives passed in travelling by any straight road to any true earthly end, were no less abundant. Doctors who made great fortunes out of dainty remedies for imaginary disorders that never existed, smiled upon their courtly patients in the ante-chambers of Monseigneur.
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Projectors who had discovered every kind of remedy for the little evils with which the State was touched, except the remedy of setting to work in earnest to root out a single sin, poured their distracting babble into any ears they could lay hold of, at the reception of Monseigneur. Unbelieving Philosophers who were remodelling the world with words, and making card-towers of Babel to scale the skies with, talked with Unbelieving Chemists who had an eye on the transmutation of metals, at this wonderful gathering accumulated by
Thursday, January 3, 2008
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his head than his own crisply-curling short dark hair. He was a dark man altogether, with good eyes and a good bold breadth between them. Good-humoured looking on the whole, but implacable-looking, too; evidently a man of a strong resolution and a set purpose; a man not desirable to be met, rushing down a narrow pass with a gulf on either side, for nothing would turn the man. ¡¡¡¡Madame Defarge, his wife, sat in the shop behind the counter as he came in. Madame Defarge was a stout woman of about his own age,
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with a watchful eye that seldom seemed to look at anything, a large hand heavily ringed, a steady face, strong features, and great composure of manner. There was a character about Madame Defarge, from which one might have predicated that she did not often make mistakes against herself in any of the reckonings over which she presided. Madame
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his head than his own crisply-curling short dark hair. He was a dark man altogether, with good eyes and a good bold breadth between them. Good-humoured looking on the whole, but implacable-looking, too; evidently a man of a strong resolution and a set purpose; a man not desirable to be met, rushing down a narrow pass with a gulf on either side, for nothing would turn the man. ¡¡¡¡Madame Defarge, his wife, sat in the shop behind the counter as he came in. Madame Defarge was a stout woman of about his own age,
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with a watchful eye that seldom seemed to look at anything, a large hand heavily ringed, a steady face, strong features, and great composure of manner. There was a character about Madame Defarge, from which one might have predicated that she did not often make mistakes against herself in any of the reckonings over which she presided. Madame
Saturday, October 6, 2007
painting in oil
painting in oil
陈发海友好地搭讪着：“去看梅子了吧？她好吧？”
常发像被刀扎了一下，倏地回头。陈发海吓了一跳，忙说：“我只是随便问问！”
“陆姑娘呢？”陈发海犹豫了一阵，壮着胆子问，“你也见到陆姑娘了？”
“她受伤了！”
“受伤了？”陈发海焦急地追问，“厉害吗？”
常发止步回头，凝神望着陈发海。陈发海有些不好意思地：“老常，其实……我也没有其他意思……”
常发一言不发地继续朝前走。陈发海跟在后面，他还想再问什么却不好张口了。
painting in oil
他们路过一个大院门前，从外面看，有几分气派，不是一般的人家。常发在门口，认真打量了一番，满意地点点头：“我看这家不错，就是它了！”
过了半晌，大门开了一道缝，露出一张男人（孙贵）的脸：“你们找谁？”
常发问：“你是这儿的主人吗？”
“不是！”开门人道，“我家少爷出去了，还没回来！请问二位……”
陈发海忙道：“老乡，我们是
八路军，有个同志病了，想在你这儿租两间房子住！”
陈发海接话道：“你放心，我们会照规矩付房钱！”
“两位长官，实在对不起，我家主人不在，小的也做不了主！二位是不是再到别家看看……”说着就要关门。
painting in oil
陈发海友好地搭讪着：“去看梅子了吧？她好吧？”
常发像被刀扎了一下，倏地回头。陈发海吓了一跳，忙说：“我只是随便问问！”
“陆姑娘呢？”陈发海犹豫了一阵，壮着胆子问，“你也见到陆姑娘了？”
“她受伤了！”
“受伤了？”陈发海焦急地追问，“厉害吗？”
常发止步回头，凝神望着陈发海。陈发海有些不好意思地：“老常，其实……我也没有其他意思……”
常发一言不发地继续朝前走。陈发海跟在后面，他还想再问什么却不好张口了。
painting in oil
他们路过一个大院门前，从外面看，有几分气派，不是一般的人家。常发在门口，认真打量了一番，满意地点点头：“我看这家不错，就是它了！”
过了半晌，大门开了一道缝，露出一张男人（孙贵）的脸：“你们找谁？”
常发问：“你是这儿的主人吗？”
“不是！”开门人道，“我家少爷出去了，还没回来！请问二位……”
陈发海忙道：“老乡，我们是
八路军，有个同志病了，想在你这儿租两间房子住！”
陈发海接话道：“你放心，我们会照规矩付房钱！”
“两位长官，实在对不起，我家主人不在，小的也做不了主！二位是不是再到别家看看……”说着就要关门。
painting in oil
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