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He turned to the Assistant Commissioner. "I think I've got the psychology of the case fairly clear.Dr Thompsonwill correct me if I'm wrong.I take it that every time A B C brings a crimeoff，his self-confidence increases about a hundred percent.Every time hefeels "I'm clever-they can't catch me!"he becomes so over-weeninglyconfident that he also becomes careless.He exaggerates his own clevernessand everyone else's stupidity.Very soon he'd be hardly bothering to take anyprecautions at all.That's right，isn't it，doctor?" Thompson nodded.
oil paintings "That's usually the case.In non-medical terms it couldn't have been putbetter.You know something about such things，M.Poirot.Don't you agree?" I don't think that Crome liked Thompson's appeal to Poirot.He consideredthat he and he only was the expert on this subject. "It is as Inspector Crome says，"agreed Poirot.

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"Dear me!" continued the anxious mother, "what a sad fire we have got, and I dare say you are both starved with cold. Draw your chair nearer, my dear. I cannot think what Rebecca has been about. I am sure I told her to bring some coals half an hour ago. Susan, you should have taken care of the fire." ¡¡¡¡ "I was upstairs, mama, moving my things," said Susan, in a fearless, self-defending tone, which startled Fanny. "You know you had but just settled that my sister Fanny and I should have the other room; and I could not get Rebecca to give me any help." ¡¡¡
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¡ Farther discussion was prevented by various bustles: first, the driver came to be paid; then there was a squabble between Sam and Rebecca about the manner of carrying up his sister's trunk, which he would manage all his own way; and lastly, in walked Mr. Price himself, his own loud voice preceding him, as with something of the oath kind he kicked away his son's port-manteau and his daughter's bandbox in the passage, and called out for a candle; no candle was brought, however, and he walked into the room.

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She kissed the boy, and said, caressing him, 'It is for thine own dear sake. Thou wilt be faithful, little Charles?' The child answered her bravely, 'Yes!' I kissed her hand, and she took him in her arms, and went away caressing him. I never saw her more. ¡¡¡¡"As she had mentioned her husband's name in the faith that I knew it, I added no mention of it to my letter. I sealed my letter, and, not trusting it out of my own hands, delivered it myself that day. ¡
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¡¡¡"That night, the last night of the year, towards nine o'clock, a man in a black dress rang at my gate, demanded to see me, and softly followed my servant, Ernest Defarge, a youth, up-stairs. When my servant came into the room where I sat with my wife- O my wife, beloved of my heart! My fair young English wife!- we saw the man, who was supposed to be at the gate, standing silent behind him.

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There is a great crowd coming one day into our lives, if that be so," Sydney Carton struck in, in his moody way. ¡¡¡¡The footsteps were incessant, and the hurry of them became more and more rapid. The corner echoed and re-echoed with the tread of feet; some, as it seemed, under the windows; some, as it seemed, in the room; some coming, some going, some breaking off, some stopping altogether; all in the distant streets, and not one within sight. ¡¡¡¡"Are all these footsteps destined to come to all of us, Miss Manette, or are we to divide them among us?"
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¡¡¡¡"I don't know, Mr. Darnay; I told you it was a foolish fancy, but you asked for it. When I have yielded myself to it, I have been alone, and then I have imagined them the footsteps of the people who are to come into my life, and my father's." ¡¡¡¡"I take them into mine!" said Carton. "I ask no questions and make no stipulations. There is a great crowd bearing down upon us, Miss Manette, and I see them-- by the Lightning." He added the last words, after there had been a vivid flash which had shown him lounging in the window.

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Mr. Micawber, genteelly adjusting his chin in his cravat, presently proceeded with his composition. ¡¡¡¡'"Second. HEEP has, on several occasions, to the best of my knowledge, information, and belief -"' ¡¡¡¡'But that won't do,' muttered Uriah, relieved. 'Mother, you keep quiet.' ¡¡¡¡'We will endeavour to provide something that WILL do, and do for you finally, sir, very shortly,' replied Mr. Micawber. ¡¡¡¡'"Second. HEEP has, on several occasions, to the best of my knowledge, information, and belief, systematically forged, to various entries, books, and documents, the signature of Mr. W.; and has distinctly done so in one instance, capable of proof by me. To wit, in manner following, that is to say:"' ¡¡¡¡Again, Mr. Micawber had a relish in this formal piling up of words, which, however ludicrously displayed in his case,
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was, I must say, not at all peculiar to him. I have observed it, in the course of my life, in numbers of men. It seems to me to be a general rule. In the taking of legal oaths, for instance, deponents seem to enjoy themselves mightily when they come to several good words in succession, for the expression of one idea; as, that they utterly detest, abominate, and abjure, or so forth; and the old anathemas were made relishing on the same principle. We talk about the tyranny of words, but we like to tyrannize over them too; we are fond of having

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tears; 'tis less as I have seen of her dear face, as grow'd into a woman's at my hearth. But, all night long, her arms has been about my neck; and her head has laid heer; and we knows full well, as we can put our trust in one another, ever more.' ¡¡¡¡He ceased to speak, and his hand upon the table rested there in perfect repose, with a resolution in it that might have conquered lions. ¡¡¡¡'It was a gleam of light upon me, Trot,' said my aunt, drying her eyes, 'when I formed the resolution of being godmother to your sister Betsey Trotwood, who disappointed me;
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but, next to that, hardly anything would have given me greater pleasure, than to be godmother to that good young creature's baby!' ¡¡¡¡Mr. Peggotty nodded his understanding of my aunt's feelings, but could not trust himself with any verbal reference to the subject of her commendation. We all remained silent, and occupied with our own reflections (my aunt drying her eyes, and now sobbing convulsively, and now laughing and calling herself a fool); until I spoke.

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孙贵连忙道：“今天家里来了客人，小的一忙乎就把这件事忘了，我这就去准备！”
　　“你们家有客人？”夏雨边说边往里走，“我不是说过吗？无论谁家来了人都要向区里报告，战乱时期要是混进个把汉奸特务你负责？他们在哪儿？”
　　夏雨抬头便看到了常发。
　　常发眼前闪现梅子，一惊：“……”
　　“你怎么来了？”夏雨上前。
　　常发往后退着，结巴着：“我……来生孩子……”
　　“小夏老师……”甄一然和惠文从阴暗处走了出来。
　　甄一然介绍：“惠文，这就是我给你说起过的小夏老师。小夏老师，这是我爱人！”
　　“你好，我叫惠文，给你们添麻烦了！”
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夏雨的眼睛下意识一扫，不知道什么时候，常发已经不见了。
　　夏雨搀扶惠文坐在床上：“大姐，你们一路辛苦了！今天下午有位咱们八路军的干部还到过区里，说有个我们的病人要在这一带养病，让我们负责安全，没想到会是你们！”
　　惠文说：“我们也没想到会住在你家里！”
　　夏雨脸上的笑容消失了。
　　惠文忙说：“对不起，我……”
　　甄一然正巧推门进来。三人僵了片刻。
　　甄一然微笑着：“小夏老师，你很忙啊！”
　　“咱们的同志要过同蒲路，我们得全力帮助！甄书记，您叫我小夏就行了，老师就免了吧！”nude oil painting