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日期:2020-08-06 09:38:51
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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1"These are the plates," she said. "They are golden plates. These are the richly embroidered napkins. Nuns worked them in convents in Spain."
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3."This 'ere," she suggested, with a glance round the attic--"is it the Bastille now--or has it turned into somethin' different?"
4."No, I don't," snapped Lavinia. "But I don't believe in mines full of diamonds."
5.Quite suddenly she put her black head down in her arms, as she often did when she was alone.
6."Whatever comes," she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it. There was Marie An{}toinette when she was in prison and her throne was gone and she had only a black gown on, and her hair was white, and they insulted her and called her Widow Capet. She was a great deal more like a queen then than when she was so gay and everything was so grand. I like her best then. Those howling mobs of people did not frighten her. She was stronger than they were, even when they cut her head off."

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1."Sara!" she cried, aghast. "Mamma Sara!" She was aghast because the attic was so bare and ugly and seemed so far away from all the world. Her short legs had seemed to have been mounting hundreds of stairs.
2."'T warn't me," wept Becky. "I could 'ave eat a whole un--but I never laid a finger on it."
3.Becky went to her place, grinning. She did not care where she was sent, so that she might have the luck of being inside the room, instead of being downstairs in the scullery, while these delights were going on. She did not even mind when Miss Minchin cleared her throat ominously and spoke again.
4."I suppose soldiers feel like this when they are on a long and weary march," she often said to herself. She liked the sound of the phrase, "long and weary march." It made her feel rather like a soldier. She had also a quaint sense of being a hostess in the attic.
5."I'm allus hungry," was the answer, "but 't ain't as bad as it was."
6."Well, papa," she said softly, "if we are here I suppose we must be resigned."

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1."I know I can," Sara answered. "The little ones always remember what I tell them."
2.Becky, who was not expected to partake of refreshments, had the indiscretion to linger a moment to look at these beauties-- it really was an indiscretion.
3.That was the beginning, and from day to day the duties given to her were added to. She taught the younger children French and heard their other lessons, and these were the least of her labors. It was found that she could be made use of in numberless directions. She could be sent on errands at any time and in all weathers. She could be told to do things other people neglected. The cook and the housemaids took their tone from Miss Minchin, and rather enjoyed ordering about the "young one" who had been made so much fuss over for so long. They were not servants of the best class, and had neither good manners nor good tempers, and it was frequently convenient to have at hand someone on whom blame could be laid.
4."Not many would," said the woman, looking puzzled and interested and good-natured all at once.
5. One of the most curious things in her new existence was her changed position among the pupils. Instead of being a sort of small royal personage among them, she no longer seemed to be one of their number at all. She was kept so constantly at work that she scarcely ever had an opportunity of speaking to any of them, and she could not avoid seeing that Miss Minchin preferred that she should live a life apart from that of the occupants of the schoolroom.
6."Isn't it?" gasped Lottie, and as she looked round it she bit her lip. She was a spoiled child yet, but she was fond enough of her adopted parent to make an effort to control herself for her sake. Then, somehow, it was quite possible that any place in which Sara lived might turn out to be nice. "Why isn't it, Sara?" she almost whispered.

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1."Oh, miss!" breathed Becky. "Thank yer, miss, kindly; it ain't good enough for that. The--the flannin wasn't new."
2."I live in another room," said Sara.
3."You had better not pay for anything more, ma'am," he remarked, "unless you want to make presents to the young lady. No one will remember you. She hasn't a brass farthing to call her own."
4、She turned to Ermengarde, looking quite like the old Sara.
5、Miss Minchin dropped into her chair again. The words he had spoken filled her with alarm.

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  • 张思宇 08-05

    "It's exactly like the ones in the stories," she wailed. "Them pore princess ones that was drove into the world."

  • 张晓敏 08-05

    "I AM tired," said Sara, dropping on to the lopsided footstool. "Oh, there's Melchisedec, poor thing. He's come to ask for his supper."

  • 福宁 08-05

     "I--I tried," said Sara. "I--I suppose I did not begin right."

  • 林友力 08-05

    "I said four, if you please," she explained. "I have only fourpence."

  • 苏强 08-04

    {"You will begin your new duties, Sara," she said, "by taking your seat with the younger children at a smaller table. You must keep them quiet, and see that they behave well and do not waste their food. You ought to have been down earlier. Lottie has already upset her tea."

  • 高咏 08-03

    "I love your queer eyes," said Ermengarde, looking into them with affectionate admiration. "They always look as if they saw such a long way. I love them--and I love them to be green-- though they look black generally."}

  • 威廉·鲁德 08-03

    Captain Crewe looked at Miss Minchin and Miss Minchin looked at Captain Crewe.

  • 丁东红 08-03

    A mist rose before Sara's eyes.

  • 潘江东 08-02

     "You--you are not to go in there," she said.

  • 孙婷婷 07-31

    {She suddenly turned her head because she heard a sound a few yards away from her. It was an odd sound like a queer little squeaky chattering. It came from the window of the next attic. Someone had come to look at the sunset as she had. There was a head and a part of a body emerging from the skylight, but it was not the head or body of a little girl or a housemaid; it was the picturesque white-swathed form and dark-faced, gleaming-eyed, white-turbaned head of a native Indian man-servant--"a Lascar," Sara said to herself quickly--and the sound she had heard came from a small monkey he held in his arms as if he were fond of it, and which was snuggling and chattering against his breast.

  • 兰勇 07-31

    "Are you hungry yet?" she said.

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