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Pinocchio runs the danger of being fried in a pan like a fish
During that wild chase, Pinocchio lived through a terrible moment when he almost gave himself up as lost. This was when Alidoro (that was the Mastiff's name), in a frenzy of running, came so near that he was on the very point of reaching him.
The Marionette heard, close behind him, the labored breathing of the beast who was fast on his trail, and now and again even felt his hot breath blow over him.
Luckily, by this time, he was very near the shore, and the sea was in sight; in fact, only a few short steps away.
As soon as he set foot on the beach, Pinocchio gave a leap and fell into the water. Alidoro tried to stop, but as he was running very fast, he couldn't, and he, too, landed far out in the sea. Strange though it may seem, the Dog could not swim. He beat the water with his paws to hold himself up, but the harder he tried, the deeper he sank. As he stuck his head out once more, the poor fellow's eyes were bulging and he barked out wildly, "I drown! I drown!"
"Drown!" answered Pinocchio from afar, happy at his escape.
"Help, Pinocchio, dear little Pinocchio! Save me from death!"
At those cries of suffering, the Marionette, who after all had a very kind heart, was moved to compassion. He turned toward the poor animal and said to him:
"But if I help you, will you promise not to bother me again by running after me?"

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过了十几秒之后，雷的身体终于又开始挪动了起来，他又从自己进来的那个裂逢里走了出去，他把目光凝视在还趴在地上的连长，轻声问道：“连长，我，我们是不是赢了？”。
　　四周真的安静了下来，这使得雷的问话显得是那么响亮，所有的眼睛都盯在了雷的身上。此时那顶帐蓬已经完全燃烧完了，而白面书生还坐在刚才那把椅子上面，那根香烟也快燃到烟屁股了。白面书生用力吸完最后一口烟，把烟屁股扔在地上使劲踩了一下，他抬手看了一下手表，轻叹一口气，他慢慢地从椅子上站了起来，敌军的目光又全都集中在了白面书生身上。
　　“咯吱，咯吱......”，白面书生一步步地走到雷身前停了下来，雷把目光移向了白面书生，不知道他到底想要干什么。白面书生伸出自己的手在雷的头上摸了摸，轻笑了一下道：“你们赢了。”。
　　雷的表情有点惊讶，他再次把目光移到了连长路天身上，喃喃地道：“连长，我们真的赢了吗？”。
　　路天这时才从地上站了起来，他伸开双臂使劲抱住了雷，兴奋地叫道：“赢了！雷，我们赢了，这场比赛是我们赢了！”。
　　“噢！我们赢了！我们赢了！......”，雷他们连的人全把枪扔在地上向雷奔了过来，胜利的叫声不断在山上回荡着，大家把雷抬了起来，不断地抛向空中，再抛向空中。

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1974年，康生被查出癌症住院治疗。周恩来这时也有绝症在身，还是拖着病体常去看康。康一辈子与总理不和，总理每次一出病房他就在背后骂。工作人员告诉总理，说既然这样您何必去看他。但总理笑一笑，还是去。这种以德报怨，顾全大局，委曲求全的事，在他一生中举不胜举。
周总理同胞兄弟三人，他是老大，老二早逝，他与三弟恩寿情同手足。恩寿解放前经商为我党提供过不少经费，解放后安排工作到内务部，总理指示职务要安排得尽量低些，因为他是自己的弟弟。后恩寿有胃病，不能正常上班，总理又指示要办退休，说不上班就不能领国家工资。曾山部长执行得慢了些，总理又严厉批评说：“你不办，我就要给你处分了。”
“文化大革命”中总理尽全力保护救助干部。一次范长江的夫人沈谱(著名民主人士沈钧儒之女)找到总理的侄女周秉德，希望能向总理转交一封信，救救长江。周秉德是沈钧儒长孙媳妇，沈谱是她丈夫的亲姑姑。范长江是我党新闻事业的开拓者，又是沈老的女婿，总理还是他的入党介绍人。以这样深的背景，周秉德却不敢接这封信，因为总理有一条家规：任何家人不得参与公事。 如果说总理要借在党的力量谋大私

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won't have them now,' she answered. `I shall connect them with you, and hate them.'
She opened one that had obviously been often turned over, and read a portion in the drawling tone of a beginner; then laughed, and threw it from her. `And listen,' she continued provokingly, commencing a verse of an old ballad in the same fashion.
But his self-love would endure no further torment: I heard, and not altogether disapprovingly, a manual check given to her saucy tongue. The little wretch had done her utmost to hurt her cousin s sensitive though uncultivated feelings, and a physical argument was the only mode he had of balancing the account,
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Had Fanny been at all addicted to raptures, she must have had a strong attack of them when she first understood what was intended, when her uncle first made her the offer of visiting the parents, and brothers, and sisters, from whom she had been divided almost half her life; of returning for a couple of months to the scenes of her infancy, with William for the protector and companion of her journey, and the certainty of continuing to see William to the last hour of his remaining on land. Had she ever given way to bursts of delight, it must have been then, for she was delighted,
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but her happiness was of a quiet, deep, heart-swelling sort; and though never a great talker, she was always more inclined to silence when feeling most strongly. At the moment she could only thank and accept. Afterwards, when familiarised with

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¡¡¡¡ "Not at all!" cried Miss Crawford with alacrity. "I wonder at that. But I dare say you know exactly-- I always imagine you are--perhaps you do not think him likely to marry at all--or not at present." ¡¡¡¡ "No, I do not," said Fanny softly, hoping she did not err either in the belief or the acknowledgment of it. ¡¡¡¡ Her companion looked at her keenly; and gathering greater spirit from the blush soon produced from such a look, only said, "He is best off as he is," and turned the subject.Miss Crawford's uneasiness was much lightened by this conversation, and she walked home again in spirits which might have defied almost another week of the same small party in the same bad weather, had they been put to the proof; but as that very evening brought her brother down from London again in quite, or more than quite, his usual cheerfulness,
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she had nothing farther to try her own. His still refusing to tell her what he had gone for was but the promotion of gaiety; a day before it might have irritated, but now it was a pleasant joke-- suspected only of concealing something planned as a pleasant surprise to herself. And the next day _did_ bring a

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Then poor Yates is all alone," cried Tom. "I will go and fetch him. He will be no bad assistant when it all comes out." ¡¡¡¡ To the theatre he went, and reached it just in time to witness the first meeting of his father and his friend. Sir Thomas had been a good deal surprised to find candles burning in his room; and on casting his eye round it, to see other symptoms of recent habitation and a general air of confusion in the furniture. The removal of the bookcase from before the billiard-room door struck him especially,
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but he had scarcely more than time to feel astonished at all this, before there were sounds from the billiard-room to astonish him still farther. Some one was talking there in a very loud accent; he did not know the voice--more than talking--almost hallooing. He stepped to the door, rejoicing at that moment in having the means of immediate communication, and, opening it, found himself on the stage of a theatre, and opposed

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Though Edmund was much more displeased with his aunt than with his mother, as evincing least regard for her niece, he could not help paying more attention to what she said; and at length determined on a method of proceeding which would obviate the risk of his father's thinking he had done too much, and at the same time procure for Fanny the immediate means of exercise, which he could not bear she should be without. He had three horses of his own, but not one that would carry a woman. Two of them were hunters; the third,
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a useful road-horse: this third he resolved to exchange for one that his cousin might ride; he knew where such a one was to be met with; and having once made up his mind, the whole business was soon completed. The new mare proved a treasure; with a very little trouble she became exactly calculated for the purpose, and Fanny was then put in almost full possession of her. She had not supposed before that anything could ever suit her like the old

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¡¡¡¡They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them. ¡¡¡¡"Come, come!" said he, in a whimpering miserable way; "Let me get to work. Give me my work." ¡¡¡¡Receiving no answer, he tore his hair, and beat his feet upon the ground, like a distracted child. ¡¡¡¡"Don't torture a poor forlorn wretch," he implored them, with a dreadful cry; "but give me my work! What is to become of us, if those shoes are not done to-night?" ¡¡¡¡Lost, utterly lost! ¡
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¡¡¡It was so clearly beyond hope to reason with him, or try to restore him,- that- as if by agreement- they each put a hand upon his shoulder, and soothed him to sit down before the fire, with a promise that he should have his work presently. He sank into the chair, and brooded over the embers, and shed tears. As if all that had happened since the garret time were a momentary fancy, or a dream, Mr. Lorry saw him shrink into the exact figure that Defarge had had in keeping.

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set a great mark of blood upon the blessed garnering time of harvest, was as far out of his knowledge as if it had been a hundred thousand years away. The "sharp female newly-born, and called La Guillotine," was hardly known to him, or to the generality of people, by name. The frightful deeds that were to be soon done, were probably unimagined at that time in the brains of the doers. How could they have a place in the shadowy conceptions of a gentle mind? ¡¡¡¡Of unjust treatment in detention and hardship,
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and in cruel separation from his wife and child, he foreshadowed the likelihood, or the certainty; but, beyond this, he dreaded nothing distinctly. With this on his mind, which was enough to carry into a dreary prison courtyard, he arrived at the prison of La Force. ¡¡¡¡A man with a bloated face opened the strong wicket, to whom Defarge presented "The Emigrant Evremonde." ¡¡¡¡"What the Devil! How many more of them!" exclaimed the man with the bloated face.

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student's way unusually pleasant and profitable, and as an elegant translator who brought something to his work besides mere dictionary knowledge, young Mr. Darnay soon became known and encouraged. He was well acquainted, moreover, with the circumstances of his country, and those were of ever-growing interest. So, with great perseverance and untiring industry, he prospered. ¡¡¡¡In London, he had expected neither to walk on pavements of gold, nor to lie on beds of roses; if he had had any such exalted expectation, he would not have prospered.
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He had expected labour, and he found it, and did it and made the best of it. In this, his prosperity consisted. ¡¡¡¡A certain portion of his time was passed at Cambridge, where he read with undergraduates as a sort of tolerated smuggler who drove a contraband trade i

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Buried how long?" ¡¡¡¡"Almost eighteen years." ¡¡¡¡"You had abandoned all hope of being dug out?" ¡¡¡¡"Long ago." ¡¡¡¡The words were still in his hearing as just spoken- distinctly in his hearing as ever spoken words had been in his life- when the weary passenger started to the consciousness of daylight, and found that the shadows of the night were gone. ¡¡¡¡He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land,
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with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful. Eighteen years!" said the passenger, looking at the sun. "Gracious Creator of day! To be buried alive for eighteen years!"

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'I suppose she was to be subdued and broken to their detestable mould, Heaven help her!' said I. 'And she has been.' ¡¡¡¡'Well, sir, there were violent quarrels at first, I assure you,' said Mr. Chillip; 'but she is quite a shadow now. Would it be considered forward if I was to say to you, sir, in confidence, that since the sister came to help, the brother and sister between them have nearly reduced her to a state of imbecility?' ¡¡¡¡I told him I could easily believe it. ¡¡¡¡'I have no hesitation in saying,' said Mr. Chillip, fortifying himself with another sip of negus, 'between you and me, sir
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, that her mother died of it - or that tyranny, gloom, and worry have made Mrs. Murdstone nearly imbecile. She was a lively young woman, sir, before marriage, and their gloom and austerity destroyed her. They go about with her, now, more like her keepers than her husband and sister-in-law. That was Mrs. Chillip's remark to me, only last week. And I assure you, sir, the ladies are great observers. Mrs. Chillip herself is a great observer!'

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'Aye?' said my aunt, with a glance at me. 'Why, what a thing it would be for yourselves and your family, Mr. and Mrs. Micawber, if you were to emigrate now.' ¡¡¡¡'Capital, madam, capital,' urged Mr. Micawber, gloomily. ¡¡¡¡'That is the principal, I may say the only difficulty, my dear Mr. Copperfield,' assented his wife. ¡¡¡¡'Capital?' cried my aunt. 'But you are doing us a great service - have done us a great service, I may say, for surely much will come out of the fire - and what could we do for you, that would be half so good as to find the capital?' ¡¡¡
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¡'I could not receive it as a gift,' said Mr. Micawber, full of fire and animation, 'but if a sufficient sum could be advanced, say at five per cent interest, per annum, upon my personal liability - say my notes of hand, at twelve, eighteen, and twenty-four months, respectively, to allow time for something to turn up -'

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rest, and the only one unshaded by a blind, which had the same unoccupied blank look. I do not remember that I ever saw a light in all the house. If I had been a casual passer-by, I should have probably supposed that some childless person lay dead in it. If I had happily possessed no knowledge of the place, and had seen it often in that changeless state, I should have pleased my fancy with many ingenious speculations, I dare say. ¡¡¡¡As it was, I thought as little of it as I might. But my mind could not go by it and leave it, as my body did;
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and it usually awakened a long train of meditations. Coming before me, on this particular evening that I mention, mingled with the childish recollections and later fancies, the ghosts of half-formed hopes, the broken shadows of disappointments dimly seen and understood, the blending of experience and imagination, incidental to the occupation with which my thoughts had been busy, it was more than commonly suggestive. I fell into a brown study as I walked on, and a voice at my side made me start.

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¡¡¡¡Neither, I felt convinced, had Mrs. Strong then. Several weeks elapsed before I saw the least change in her. It came on slowly, like a cloud when there is no wind. At first, she seemed to wonder at the gentle compassion with which the Doctor spoke to her, and at his wish that she should have her mother with her, to relieve the dull monotony of her life. Often, when we were at work, and she was sitting by, I would see her pausing and looking at him with that memorable face. Afterwards, I sometimes observed her rise, with her eyes full of tears,
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and go out of the room. Gradually, an unhappy shadow fell upon her beauty, and deepened every day. Mrs. Markleham was a regular inmate of the cottage then; but she talked and talked, and saw nothing. ¡¡¡¡As this change stole on Annie, once like sunshine in the Doctor's house, the Doctor became older in appearance, and more grave; but the sweetness of his temper, the placid kindness of his manner, and his benevolent solicitude for her, if they were capable of any increase, were increased. I saw him once, e

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¡¡¡¡ Some money was enclosed in this letter also. Five pounds. It was untouched like the previous sum, and he refolded it in the same way. Detailed instructions were added relative to the address of a reply, which, although they betrayed the intervention of several hands, and made it difficult to arrive at any very probable conclusion in reference to her place of concealment, made it at least not unlikely that she had written from that spot where she was stated to have been seen. ¡¡¡¡'What answer was sent?' I inquired of Mr. Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'Missis Gummidge,'
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he returned, 'not being a good scholar, sir, Ham kindly drawed it out, and she made a copy on it. They told her I was gone to seek her, and what my parting words was.' ¡¡¡¡'Is that another letter in your hand?' said I.

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'Miss Spenlow endeavoured,' said Miss Murdstone, 'to bribe me with kisses, work-boxes, and small articles of jewellery - that, of course, I pass over. The little dog retreated under the sofa on my approaching him, and was with great difficulty dislodged by the fire-irons. Even when dislodged, he still kept the letter in his mouth; and on my endeavouring to take it from him, at the imminent risk of being bitten, he kept it between his teeth so pertinaciously as to suffer himself to be held suspended in the air by means of the document. At length I obtained possession of it. After perusing it, I taxed Miss Spenlow with having many such letters in her possession;
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For years and years, Mr. Barkis had carried this box, on all his journeys, every day. That it might the better escape notice, he had invented a fiction that it belonged to 'Mr. Blackboy', and was 'to be left with Barkis till called for'; a fable he had elaborately written on the lid, in characters now scarcely legible. ¡¡¡¡He had hoarded, all these years, I found, to good purpose.
oil paintingHis property in money amounted to nearly three thousand pounds. Of this he bequeathed the interest of one thousand to Mr. Peggotty for his life; on his decease, the principal to be equally divided between Peggotty, little Emily, and me, or the survivor or survivors of us, share and share alike. All the rest he died possessed of, he bequeathed to Peggotty; whom he left residuary legatee, and sole executrix of that his last will and testament.

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van gogh painting `If they were mine, they would be none the less that,' said Heathcliff; `but though Isabella Linton may be silly, she is scarcely mad; and, in short, we'll dismiss the matter, as you advise.'
From their tongues they did dismiss it; and Catherine, probably, from her thoughts. The other, I felt certain, recalled it often in the course of the evening. I saw him smile to himself--grin rather--and lapse into ominous musing whenever Mrs Linton had occasion to be absent from the apartment.
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I determined to watch his movements. My heart invariably cleaved to the master's, in preference to Catherine's side: with reason I imagined, for he was kind, and trustful, and honourable; and she--she could not be called the opposite, yet she seemed to allow herself such wide latitude, that I had little faith in her principles, and still less sympathy for her feelings. I wanted something to happen which might have the effect of freeing both Wuthering Heights and the Grange of Mr Heathcliff, quietly; leaving us as we had been prior to his advent. His visits were a continual nightmare to me; and, I suspected, to my master also. His abode at the Heights was an oppression past explaining. I felt that God had forsaken the stray sheep there to its own wicked wanderings, and an evil beast prowled between it and the fold, waiting his time to spring and destroy.
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