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And then, with victory actually in her grasp, poor Daisy saw it snatched from her.
"Ellen is right," Bunting said heavily. "Money does matter - a terrible deal-though I never thought to hear Ellen say 'twas the only thing that mattered. But 'twould be foolish - very, very foolish, my girl, to offend your Aunt Margaret. It'll only be two days after all - two days isn't a very long time."
But Daisy did not hear her father's last words. She had already rushed from the room, and gone down to the kitchen to hide her childish tears of disappointment - the childish tears which came because she was beginning to be a woman, with a woman's natural instinct for building her own human nest.
Aunt Margaret was not one to tolerate the comings of any strange young man, and she had a peculiar dislike to the police.
"Who'd ever have thought she'd have minded as much as that!" Bunting looked across at Ellen deprecatingly; already his heart was misgiving him.
"It's plain enough why she's become so fond of us all of a sudden," said Mrs. Bunting sarcastically. And as her husband stared at her uncomprehendingly, she added, in a tantalising tone, "as plain as the nose on your face, my man."

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endurance of her proximity: it affected him too deeply to allow an observation on the subject that night. His emotion was only revealed by the immense sighs he drew, as he solemnly spread his large Bible on the table, and overlaid it with dirty bank-notes from his pocket-book, the produce of the day's transactions. At length, he summoned Hareton from his seat.
`Tak' these in tuh t' maister, lad,' he said, `un' bide thar. Aw's gang up tuh my awn rahm. This hoile's norther mensful nor seemly fur us: we mun side aht and seearch another.'
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`Come, Catherine,' I said, `we must "side out" too; I've done my ironing, are you ready to go?'
`It is not eight o'clock!' she answered, rising unwillingly. `Hareton, I'll leave this book upon the chimney-piece, and I'll bring some more tomorrow.'
`Ony books ut yah leave, Aw suall tak' intuh th' hahse,' said Joseph, `un it'll be mitch if yah find em agean; soa, yah muh plase yourseln!'

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`That is nothing to the purpose,' said Heathcliff. (He it was.) `I don't hate my son, I suppose; and it is concerning him that I demand your attention. Yes; you have cause to blush. Two or three months since, were you not in the habit of writing to Linton? making love in play, eh? You deserved, both of you, flogging for that! You especially, the elder; and less sensitive, as it turns out. I've got your letters, and if you give me any pertness I'll send them to your father. I presume you grew weary of the amusement and dropped it, didn't you? Well, you dropped Linton with it into a slough of despond.
oil paintings He was in earnest: in love, really. As true as I live, he's dying for you; breaking his heart at your fickleness: not figuratively, but actually. Though Hareton has made him a standing jest for six weeks, and I have used more serious measures, and attempted to frighten him out of his idiotcy, he gets worse daily; and he'll be under the sod before summer, unless you restore him!'

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ten minutes. Catherine's cup was never filled: she could neither eat nor drink. Edgar had made a slop in his saucer, and scarcely swallowed a mouthful. Their guest did not protract his stay that evening above an hour longer. I asked, as he departed, if he went to Gimmerton?

oil paintings `No, to Wuthering Heights,' he answered: `Mr Earnshaw invited me, when I called this morning.'
Mr Earnshaw invited him! and he called on Mr Earnshaw! I pondered this sentence painfully, after he was gone. Is he turning out a bit of a hypocrite, and coming into the country to work mischief under a cloak? I mused: I had a presentiment in the bottom of my heart that he had better have remained away.
About the middle of the night, I was wakened from my first nap by Mrs Linton gliding into my chamber, taking a seat on my bedside, and pulling me by the hair to rouse me.

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the last supper painting `No, to Wuthering Heights,' he answered: `Mr Earnshaw invited me, when I called this morning.'
Mr Earnshaw invited him! and he called on Mr Earnshaw! I pondered this sentence painfully, after he was gone. Is he turning out a bit of a hypocrite, and coming into the country to work mischief under a cloak? I mused: I had a presentiment in the bottom of my heart that he had better have remained away.
About the middle of the night, I was wakened from my first nap by Mrs Linton gliding into my chamber, taking a seat on my bedside, and pulling me by the hair to rouse me.
`I cannot rest, Ellen,' she said, by way of apology. `And I want some living creature to keep me company in my happiness! Edgar is sulky, because I'm glad of a thing that does not interest him: he refuses to open his mouth, except to utter pettish, silly speeches; and he affirmed I was cruel and selfish for wishing to talk when he was so sick and sleepy. He always contrives to be sick at the least cross! I gave a few sentences of commendation to Heathcliff, and he, either for a headache or a pang of envy, began to cry: so I got up and left him.'
`What use is it praising Heathcliff to him?' I answered. `As lads they had an aversion to each other, and Heathcliff would hate just as much to hear him praised: it's human nature. Let Mr Linton alone about him, unless you would like an open quarrel between them.'
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understand another. You, perhaps, could make up your mind to be
about my hand and chair- to wait on me as a kind little nurse (for you
have an affectionate heart and a generous spirit, which prompt you
to make sacrifices for those you pity), and that ought to suffice
for me no doubt. I suppose I should now entertain none but fatherly
feelings for you: do you think so? Come- tell me.'
'I will think what you like, sir: I am content to be only your
nurse, if you think it better.'
'But you cannot always be my nurse, Janet: you are young- you
must marry one day.'
'I don't care about being married.'
'You should care, Janet: if I were what I once was, I would try
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to make you care- but- a sightless block!'
He relapsed again into gloom. I, on the contrary, became more
cheerful, and took fresh courage: these last words gave me an
insight as to where the difficulty lay; and as it was no difficulty
with me, I felt quite relieved from my previous embarrassment. I
resumed a livelier vein of conversation.
'It is time some one undertook to rehumanise you,' said I,
parting his thick and long uncut locks; 'for I see you are being
metamorphosed into a lion, or something of that sort. You have a "faux
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'Do you think you shall like Morton?' she asked of me, with a
direct and naive simplicity of tone and manner, pleasing, if
child-like.
'I hope I shall. I have many inducements to do so.'
'Did you find your scholars as attentive as you expected?'
'Quite.'
'Do you like your house?'
'Very much.'
'Have I furnished it nicely?'
'Very nicely, indeed.'
'And made a good choice of an attendant for you in Alice Wood?'
'You have indeed. She is teachable and handy.' (This then, I
thought, is Miss Oliver, the heiress; favoured, it seems, in the gifts
of fortune, as well as in those of nature! What happy combination of
the planets presided over her birth, I wonder?)
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'I shall come up and help you to teach sometimes,' she added. 'It
will be a change for me to visit you now and then; and I like a
night, or rather this morning, I was dancing till two o'clock. The
are the most agreeable men in the world: they put all our young
knife-grinders and scissor merchants to shame.'
It seemed to me that Mr. St. John's under lip protruded, and his
upper lip curled a moment. His mouth certainly looked a good deal
compressed, and the lower part of his face unusually stern and square,
as the laughing girl gave him this information. He lifted his gaze,
too, from the daisies, and turned it on her. An unsmiling, a
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The speaker came forward and leaned on the rails. He continued,
uttering each word distinctly, calmly, steadily, but not loudly-
'It simply consists in the existence of a previous marriage. Mr.
Rochester has a wife now living.'
My nerves vibrated to those low-spoken words as they had never
vibrated to thunder- my blood felt their subtle violence as it had
never felt frost or fire; but I was collected, and in no danger of
swooning. I looked at Mr. Rochester: I made him look at me. His
whole face was colourless rock: his eye was both spark and flint. He
disavowed nothing: he seemed as if he would defy all things. Without
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speaking, without smiling, without seeming to recognise in me a
human being, he only twined my waist with his arm and riveted me to
his side.
'Who are you?' he asked of the intruder.
'And you would thrust on me a wife?'
'I would remind you of your lady's existence, sir, which the law
recognises, if you do not.'
'Favour me with an account of her- with her name, her parentage,
her place of abode.'
'Certainly.' Mr. Briggs calmly took a paper from his pocket, and
read out in a sort of official, nasal voice:-
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heard the cry; and it was on the afternoon of the day following I
was summoned downstairs by a message that some one wanted me in Mrs.
Fairfax's room. On repairing thither, I found a man waiting for me,
having the appearance of a gentleman's servant: he was dressed in deep
mourning, and the hat he held in his hand was surrounded with a
crape band.
'I daresay you hardly remember me, Miss,' he said, rising as I
entered; 'but my name is Leaven: I lived coachman with Mrs. Reed
when you were at Gateshead, eight or nine years since, and I live
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there still.'
'Oh, Robert! how do you do? I remember you very well: you used to
give me a ride sometimes on Miss Georgiana's bay pony. And how is
Bessie? You are married to Bessie?'
'Yes, Miss: my wife is very hearty, thank you; she brought me
another little one about two months since- we have three now- and both
mother and child are thriving.'
'And are the family well at the house, Robert?'
'I am sorry I can't give you better news of them, Miss: they are
very badly at present- in great trouble.'
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If she had managed the victory at once, and he had yielded and
sincerely laid his heart at her feet, I should have covered my face,
turned to the wall, and (figuratively) have died to them. If Miss
Ingram had been a good and noble woman, endowed with force, fervour,
kindness, sense, I should have had one vital struggle with two tigers-
jealousy and despair: then, my heart torn out and devoured, I should
have admired her- acknowledged her excellence, and been quiet for
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quiescence. But as matters really stood, to watch Miss Ingram's
efforts at fascinating Mr. Rochester, to witness their repeated
failure- herself unconscious that they did fail; vainly fancying
that each shaft launched hit the mark, and infatuatedly pluming
herself on success, when her pride and self-complacency repelled
further and further what she wished to allure- to witness this, was to
be at once under ceaseless excitation and ruthless restraint.
Because, when she failed, I saw how she might have succeeded.
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elderly lady was no bad ingredient in the business I had on hand. Mrs.
Fairfax! I saw her in a black gown and widow's cap; frigid, perhaps,
but not uncivil: a model of elderly English respectability.
Thornfield! that, doubtless, was the name of her house: a neat orderly
spot, I was sure; though I failed in my efforts to conceive a
recollections of the map of England; yes, I saw it; both the shire and
county where I now resided: that was a recommendation to me. I
longed to go where there was life and movement: Millcote was a large
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doubtless: so much the better; it would be a complete change at least.
Not that my fancy was much captivated by the idea of long chimneys and
clouds of smoke- 'but,' I argued, 'Thornfield will, probably, be a
good way from the town.'
Here the socket of the candle dropped, and the wick went out.
Next day new steps were to be taken; my plans could no longer be
confined to my own breast; I must impart them in order to achieve
their success. Having sought and obtained an audience of the
superintendent during the noontide recreation, I told her I had a
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beneath the ground-ivy mantling old wall-nooks, I had at length made
up my mind to the sad truth, that they were all gone out of England to
some savage country where the woods were wilder and thicker, and the
population more scant; whereas, Lilliput and Brobdingnag being, in
my creed, solid parts of the earth's surface, I doubted not that I
might one day, by taking a long voyage, see with my own eyes the
little fields, houses, and trees, the diminutive people, the tiny
cows, sheep, and birds of the one realm; and the corn-fields,
forest-high, the mighty mastiffs, the monster cats, the tower-like men
and women, of the other. Yet, when this cherished volume was now
placed in my hand- when I turned over its leaves, and sought in its
marvellous pictures the charm I had, till now, never failed to find-
all was eerie and dreary; the giants were gaunt goblins, the pigmies
malevolent and fearful imps, Gulliver a most desolate wanderer in most
dread and dangerous regions. I closed the book, which I dared no
longer peruse, and put it on the table, beside the untasted tart.
Bessie had now finished dusting and tidying the room, and having
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文丽舒一口气，说:那你说我在信里问他这事儿，这合适吗？
　　文秀看文丽一眼，说:废话，你说合适吗？
　　文丽看着手里的信，叹了口气……
　　当然，文丽的心理变化佟志感觉不到。佟志这些天心情好，下了班突然往小山上走，还吹着口哨。突然，佟志听到身后也响起了口哨声。佟志回头看见李天骄跟着自己，居然跟着他吹口哨。佟志发傻了，因为佟志从来没见过女孩子吹口哨。
　　李天骄得意地说:我下乡的那个地方，我们知青都会吹口哨，什么歌都能吹。
　　佟志欣赏地说:你简直就像个男孩子。
　　李天骄倒退着走，张牙舞爪地说:那是。我从小就是我们院儿有名的假小子。，你晚饭吃了吗？我自己做了点面条，去我那儿吧。
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　　佟志说:那多麻烦。
　　李天骄问:有什么麻烦的？
　　李天骄跟佟志在一起，有点倚小卖小，走路也不老实，一会儿正着走，一会儿倒着走，连蹦带跳的。
　　佟志笑着，完全是对孩子态度说:小李啊，你有二十了吗？
　　李天骄停下，嗔道:怎么，查户口啊？
　　佟志说:这有什么，做长辈的问问情况，有什么不可以的。
　　李天骄说:什么长辈啊，我今年都该二十七了。
　　佟志张口结舌，问:什么？不可能！你最多二十，你比燕妮大不了几岁。
　　李天骄说:没有一个女人愿意把自己说老，我真的要过二十七岁生日了，我还想搞一个生日聚会请你参加呢。
　　佟志立刻感觉别扭了，说:啊啊，对不起，我可能太冒昧了
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文丽动心了，说:长这么大我还是上师范的时候跟我爸坐过一回火车呢，才到天津。
　　佟志说:以后咱去上海去广州。可是我现在真弄不懂这是怎么了。就大庄啊！这家伙一口气跑了大半个中国，还免费坐火车。穿上军装搞文化大革命。神气活现的。这不瞎折腾吗？
　　文丽赶紧说:你可别瞎说，当心造反派抓你。我说大庄这一阵子没影了呢？原来大串联去了。你说我真跟你去吗？
　　佟志掏出火车票拍桌上，说:孩儿她妈，你不去我可生气了。
　　文丽抬头看佟志，有点感动了，但却说:我们连件穿得出去的衣服都没有。
　　佟志说:我是去接机器，又不是接见外宾，我就这身工作服了！再说，现在全国都兴穿军装，你不是有好几套吗？
　　文丽问:都几月份了还穿军装？
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佟志说:革命不分月份，你穿军装特好看，不知道的以为你是女红卫兵。
　　文丽回身收拾旅行袋问:你说咱都到几个地方，住几天啊？
　　佟志说:这是接机器又不是串联，机器在哪儿咱就去哪儿，也就两三天吧，超时间了得自己出钱。
　　文丽说:那就算了吧，才两三天。你说招待所里能洗衣服吗？
　　佟志皱起眉头:两三天洗什么衣服啊？
　　文丽说:不得洗裤衩袜子什么的？
　　佟志说:两三天你凑合得了。
　　文丽说:胡说你，我裤头必须一天一换，不然味儿死了。还有你那臭袜子，半天就臭烘烘的。
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　　佟志回过头，身体不由得挺直了。门口处，两个身穿布拉吉的姑娘引人注目，是文丽和梅梅。佟志一把没拽住，大庄便已经迎了过去。佟志也跟了过去。
　　此时的梅梅脸扭向一边，眼睛却斜视着大庄。文丽发现不对劲，用力拉了拉梅梅，想赶紧走开，梅梅却不动。大庄笑呵呵看着梅梅，做出邀请的姿势。梅梅出乎佟志意料地拉起大庄的手，两人下场开始起舞。被丢在一边的文丽气得说不出话来，佟志气得脸也白了。他终于按捺不住冲上前，不由分说，拽着大庄就走，梅梅却紧跟上去。文丽这边也傻了，不由自主地也跟上去。四个人进了幕布后面。
　　佟志把大庄一推，说:你这算什么？啊？有没有点道德观啊！你是结了婚的人，你和梅梅早就应该一刀两断了。
　　大庄不满地说:就是跳个舞呗，有啥大不了的？
　　梅梅也说:就是，我们是朋友，跳舞怎么啦？
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　佟志的矛头立刻对准了梅梅，说:你这个女同志也是啊，你明知道大庄已经有老婆了，还和他藕断丝连干什么？他这个人立场不坚定，意志特薄弱，你要吃亏的。
　　梅梅却哼了一鼻子，拽着大庄就走了。大庄边走边回头，一脸得意。
　　文丽一脸忧伤，看了眼佟志说:这是什么事？昨天还跟我说在梦里杀了大庄呢，今天就一起跳舞了。这么快就背叛自己，也够缺德的。
　　佟志看着文丽，声音很诚恳，说:请你相信我，我拿我的人格做保证，虽然你也不见得相信我的人格，可我必须告诉你，大庄不是坏人。他真是身不由己，你要恨就恨万恶旧社会的封建思想。大庄也是受害者。他就像巴金小说里的那个大哥，
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　草蛇没再说话，继续向外走。
　　常发不甘示弱，掏出驳克枪：“你敢再朝外走一步，我就立刻毙了你！我打死你以后，就把你埋在泥鳅的坟前，送你一块大大的牌子，上面就写大汉奸草蛇！两块石碑并在一起，让所有的人都来看，大英雄泥鳅每天都有人敬酒敬香，而大汉奸草蛇就只有被千人唾、万人骂的份儿来！到时候，我看泥鳅还会不会再认你这个兄弟？”
　　听着常发这样说，草蛇有点害怕了：“你不会这么做，因为你知道我不是汉奸，泥鳅也不会不认我，因为他知道我是在为他报仇！”
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　“我没有和八路军过不去！”
　　“你要炸八路军的药品，还说没有？”
　　草蛇不说话了。
　　“你现在马上去找你叔……”
　　“找他干什么？你不是怕连累他吗？”
　　“让他立刻通知咱们的人，就说药品藏在军火库！”
　　“是！”
　　川子的话就如同圣旨，所有的东西又重新搬回了军火库，而王辟则小心翼翼地跟在川子身后，俨然是一条连日本女人的狗。
　　“夫人，我们现在去哪儿？”
　　“去抓八路的内奸！”
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说到邵逸夫就不能不提到无线艺员训练班。1967年邵逸夫创建了TVB，并于1971年开设了这个被誉为“港星摇篮”的训练班，香港演艺圈的“黄金一代”基本上都出自这个训练班，如周润发、周星驰、梁朝伟、刘德华、郭富城、刘嘉玲等顶尖巨星，乃至大导演杜琪峰等。

TVB在邵逸夫带领下好戏连台：《上海滩》、《射雕英雄传》、《神雕侠侣》、《鹿鼎记》等巨制红遍华语电视圈。捧出了“五虎将”黄日华、刘德华、梁朝伟、苗侨伟、汤镇业；女星则在汪明荃、赵雅芝、郑裕玲之后捧出了陈玉莲、曾华倩、戚美珍、黎美娴、刘嘉玲等各具特色的花旦。创造了一代电视王国的辉煌史。值得一提的是，“四大天王”的人选和称号也是由邵逸夫一手操办的。
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百岁老人精神抖擞

在百岁之际，邵逸夫公开表示，要在今年TVB台庆后以百岁高龄正式退休，辞去TVB行政主席一职。9月25日下午，邵逸夫还与夫人等香港各界名流，到湖南张家界天门山观光。100岁的邵逸夫，精神抖擞，不减当年。
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