Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine,
And supper, with cigars and wine,
Was waiting in the study.
There was a strangeness in the room,
And Something white and wavy1
Was standing2 near me in the gloom —
I took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
But presently the Thing began
To shiver and to sneeze:
On which I said “Come, come, my man!
That’s a most inconsiderate plan.
Less noise there, if you please!”
“I’ve caught a cold,” the Thing replies,
“Out there upon the landing.”
I turned to look in some surprise,
And there, before my very eyes,
A little Ghost was standing!
He trembled when he caught my eye,
And got behind a chair.
“How came you here,” I said, “and why?
I never saw a thing so shy.
Come out! Don’t shiver there!”
He said “I’d gladly tell you how,
And also tell you why;
But” (here he gave a little bow)
“You’re in so bad a temper now,
You’d think it all a lie.
“And as to being in a fright,
Allow me to remark
That Ghosts have just as good a right
In every way, to fear the light,
As Men to fear the dark.”
“No plea,” said I, “can well excuse
Such cowardice3 in you:
For Ghosts can visit when they choose,
Whereas we Humans ca’n’t refuse
To grant the interview.”
He said “A flutter of alarm
Is not unnatural4, is it?
I really feared you meant some harm:
But, now I see that you are calm,
Let me explain my visit.
“Houses are classed, I beg to state,
According to the number
Of Ghosts that they accommodate:
(The Tenant5 merely counts as WEIGHT,
With Coals and other lumber).
“This is a ‘one-ghost’ house, and you
When you arrived last summer,
May have remarked a Spectre who
Was doing all that Ghosts can do
To welcome the new-comer.
“In Villas6 this is always done —
However cheaply rented:
For, though of course there’s less of fun
When there is only room for one,
Ghosts have to be contented7.
“That Spectre left you on the Third —
Since then you’ve not been haunted:
For, as he never sent us word,
’Twas quite by accident we heard
That any one was wanted.
“A Spectre has first choice, by right,
In filling up a vacancy8;
Then Phantom9, Goblin, Elf, and Sprite —
If all these fail them, they invite
The nicest Ghoul that they can see.
“The Spectres said the place was low,
And that you kept bad wine:
So, as a Phantom had to go,
And I was first, of course, you know,
I couldn’t well decline.”
“No doubt,” said I, “they settled who
Was fittest to be sent
Yet still to choose a brat10 like you,
To haunt a man of forty-two,
Was no great compliment!”
“I’m not so young, Sir,” he replied,
“As you might think. The fact is,
In caverns11 by the water-side,
And other places that I’ve tried,
I’ve had a lot of practice:
“But I have never taken yet
A strict domestic part,
And in my flurry I forget
The Five Good Rules of Etiquette12
We have to know by heart.”
My sympathies were warming fast
Towards the little fellow:
He was so utterly13 aghast
At having found a Man at last,
And looked so scared and yellow.
“At least,” I said, “I’m glad to find
A Ghost is not a DUMB thing!
But pray sit down: you’ll feel inclined
(If, like myself, you have not dined)
To take a snack of something:
“Though, certainly, you don’t appear
A thing to offer FOOD to!
And then I shall be glad to hear —
If you will say them loud and clear —
The Rules that you allude14 to.”
“Thanks! You shall hear them by and by.
This IS a piece of luck!”
“What may I offer you?” said I.
“Well, since you ARE so kind, I’ll try
A little bit of duck.
“ONE slice! And may I ask you for
Another drop of gravy15?”
I sat and looked at him in awe16,
For certainly I never saw
A thing so white and wavy.
And still he seemed to grow more white,
More vapoury, and wavier17 —
Seen in the dim and flickering18 light,
As he proceeded to recite
His “Maxims of Behaviour.”
Canto20 II— Hys Fyve Rules
“My First — but don’t suppose,” he said,
“I’m setting you a riddle21 —
Is — if your Victim be in bed,
Don’t touch the curtains at his head,
But take them in the middle,
“And wave them slowly in and out,
While drawing them asunder22;
And in a minute’s time, no doubt,
He’ll raise his head and look about
With eyes of wrath23 and wonder.
“And here you must on no pretence24
Make the first observation.
Wait for the Victim to commence:
No Ghost of any common sense
Begins a conversation.
“If he should say ‘HOW CAME YOU HERE?’
(The way that YOU began, Sir,)
In such a case your course is clear —
‘ON THE BAT’S BACK, MY LITTLE DEAR!’
Is the appropriate answer.
“If after this he says no more,
You’d best perhaps curtail25 your
Exertions26 — go and shake the door,
And then, if he begins to snore,
You’ll know the thing’s a failure.
“By day, if he should be alone —
At home or on a walk —
You merely give a hollow groan27,
To indicate the kind of tone
In which you mean to talk.
“But if you find him with his friends,
The thing is rather harder.
In such a case success depends
On picking up some candle-ends,
Or butter, in the larder28.
“With this you make a kind of slide
(It answers best with suet),
On which you must contrive29 to glide30,
And swing yourself from side to side —
One soon learns how to do it.
“The Second tells us what is right
In ceremonious calls:—
‘FIRST BURN A BLUE OR CRIMSON31 LIGHT’
(A thing I quite forgot to-night),
‘THEN SCRATCH THE DOOR OR WALLS.’”
I said “You’ll visit HERE no more,
If you attempt the Guy.
I’ll have no bonfires on MY floor —
And, as for scratching at the door,
I’d like to see you try!”
“The Third was written to protect
The interests of the Victim,
And tells us, as I recollect32,
TO TREAT HIM WITH A GRAVE RESPECT,
AND NOT TO CONTRADICT HIM.”
“That’s plain,” said I, “as Tare33 and Tret,
To any comprehension:
I only wish SOME Ghosts I’ve met
Would not so CONSTANTLY forget
The maxim19 that you mention!”
“Perhaps,” he said, “YOU first transgressed34
The laws of hospitality:
All Ghosts instinctively35 detest36
The Man that fails to treat his guest
With proper cordiality.
“If you address a Ghost as ‘Thing!’
Or strike him with a hatchet37,
He is permitted by the King
To drop all FORMAL parleying —
And then you’re SURE to catch it!
“The Fourth prohibits trespassing38
Where other Ghosts are quartered:
And those convicted of the thing
(Unless when pardoned by the King)
Must instantly be slaughtered39.
“That simply means ‘be cut up small’:
Ghosts soon unite anew.
The process scarcely hurts at all —
Not more than when YOU’re what you call
‘Cut up’ by a Review.
“The Fifth is one you may prefer
That I should quote entire:—
THE KING MUST BE ADDRESSED AS ‘SIR.’
THIS, FROM A SIMPLE COURTIER,
IS ALL THE LAWS REQUIRE:
“BUT, SHOULD YOU WISH TO DO THE THING
WITH OUT-AND-OUT POLITENESS,
ACCOST40 HIM AS ‘MY GOBLIN KING!
AND ALWAYS USE, IN ANSWERING,
THE PHRASE ‘YOUR ROYAL WHITENESS!’
“I’m getting rather hoarse41, I fear,
After so much reciting:
So, if you don’t object, my dear,
We’ll try a glass of bitter beer —
I think it looks inviting42.”
Canto III— Scarmoges
“And did you really walk,” said I,
“On such a wretched night?
I always fancied Ghosts could fly —
If not exactly in the sky,
Yet at a fairish height.”
“It’s very well,” said he, “for Kings
To soar above the earth:
But Phantoms43 often find that wings —
Like many other pleasant things —
Cost more than they are worth.
“Spectres of course are rich, and so
Can buy them from the Elves:
But WE prefer to keep below —
They’re stupid company, you know,
For any but themselves:
“For, though they claim to be exempt44
From pride, they treat a Phantom
As something quite beneath contempt —
Just as no Turkey ever dreamt
Of noticing a Bantam.”
“They seem too proud,” said I, “to go
To houses such as mine.
Pray, how did they contrive to know
So quickly that ‘the place was low,’
And that I ‘kept bad wine’?”
“Inspector Kobold came to you — ”
The little Ghost began.
Here I broke in-“Inspector who?
Inspecting Ghosts is something new!
Explain yourself, my man!”
“His name is Kobold,” said my guest:
“One of the Spectre order:
You’ll very often see him dressed
In a yellow gown, a crimson vest,
And a night-cap with a border.
“He tried the Brocken business first,
But caught a sort of chill;
So came to England to be nursed,
And here it took the form of THIRST,
Which he complains of still.
“Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound,
Warms his old bones like nectar:
And as the inns, where it is found,
Are his especial hunting-ground,
We call him the INN-SPECTRE.”
I bore it — bore it like a man —
This agonizing45 witticism46!
And nothing could be sweeter than
My temper, till the Ghost began
Some most provoking criticism.
“Cooks need not be indulged in waste;
Yet still you’d better teach them
Dishes should have SOME SORT of taste.
Pray, why are all the cruets placed
Where nobody can reach them?
“That man of yours will never earn
His living as a waiter!
Is that queer THING supposed to burn?
(It’s far too dismal47 a concern
To call a Moderator).
“The duck was tender, but the peas
Were very much too old:
And just remember, if you please,
The NEXT time you have toasted cheese,
Don’t let them send it cold.
“You’d find the bread improved, I think,
By getting better flour:
And have you anything to drink
That looks a LITTLE less like ink,
And isn’t QUITE so sour?”
Then, peering round with curious eyes,
He muttered “Goodness gracious!”
And so went on to criticise48 —
“Your room’s an inconvenient49 size:
It’s neither snug50 nor spacious51.
“That narrow window, I expect,
Serves but to let the dusk in-”
“But please,” said I, “to recollect
’Twas fashioned by an architect
Who pinned his faith on Ruskin!”
“I don’t care who he was, Sir, or
On whom he pinned his faith!
Constructed by whatever law,
So poor a job I never saw,
As I’m a living Wraith52!
“What a remarkable53 cigar!
How much are they a dozen?”
I growled54 “No matter what they are!
You’re getting as familiar
As if you were my cousin!
“Now that’s a thing I WILL NOT STAND,
And so I tell you flat.”
“Aha,” said he, “we’re getting grand!”
(Taking a bottle in his hand)
“I’ll soon arrange for THAT!”
And here he took a careful aim,
And gaily55 cried “Here goes!”
I tried to dodge56 it as it came,
But somehow caught it, all the same,
Exactly on my nose.
And I remember nothing more
That I can clearly fix,
Till I was sitting on the floor,
Repeating “Two and five are four,
But FIVE AND TWO are six.”
What really passed I never learned,
Nor guessed: I only know
That, when at last my sense returned,
The lamp, neglected, dimly burned —
The fire was getting low —
Through driving mists I seemed to see
A Thing that smirked57 and smiled:
And found that he was giving me
A lesson in Biography,
As if I were a child.
Canto IV— Hys Nouryture
“Oh, when I was a little Ghost,
A merry time had we!
Each seated on his favourite post,
We chumped and chawed the buttered toast
They gave us for our tea.”
“That story is in print!” I cried.
“Don’t say it’s not, because
It’s known as well as Bradshaw’s Guide!”
(The Ghost uneasily replied
He hardly thought it was).
“It’s not in Nursery Rhymes? And yet
I almost think it is —
‘Three little Ghosteses’ were set
‘On posteses,’ you know, and ate
Their ‘buttered toasteses.’
“I have the book; so if you doubt it — ”
I turned to search the shelf.
“Don’t stir!” he cried. “We’ll do without it:
I now remember all about it;
I wrote the thing myself.
“It came out in a ‘Monthly,’ or
At least my agent said it did:
Some literary swell58, who saw
It, thought it seemed adapted for
The Magazine he edited.
“My father was a Brownie, Sir;
My mother was a Fairy.
The notion had occurred to her,
The children would be happier,
If they were taught to vary.
“The notion soon became a craze;
And, when it once began, she
Brought us all out in different ways —
One was a Pixy, two were Fays,
Another was a Banshee;
“The Fetch and Kelpie went to school
And gave a lot of trouble;
Next came a Poltergeist and Ghoul,
And then two Trolls (which broke the rule),
A Goblin, and a Double —
“(If that’s a snuff-box on the shelf,”
He added with a yawn,
“I’ll take a pinch) — next came an Elf,
And then a Phantom (that’s myself),
And last, a Leprechaun.
“One day, some Spectres chanced to call,
Dressed in the usual white:
I stood and watched them in the hall,
And couldn’t make them out at all,
They seemed so strange a sight.
“I wondered what on earth they were,
That looked all head and sack;
But Mother told me not to stare,
And then she twitched59 me by the hair,
And punched me in the back.
“Since then I’ve often wished that I
Had been a Spectre born.
But what’s the use?” (He heaved a sigh.)
“THEY are the ghost-nobility,
And look on US with scorn.
“My phantom-life was soon begun:
When I was barely six,
I went out with an older one —
And just at first I thought it fun,
And learned a lot of tricks.
“I’ve haunted dungeons60, castles, towers —
Wherever I was sent:
I’ve often sat and howled for hours,
Drenched61 to the skin with driving showers,
Upon a battlement.
“It’s quite old-fashioned now to groan
When you begin to speak:
This is the newest thing in tone — ”
And here (it chilled me to the bone)
He gave an AWFUL squeak62.
“Perhaps,” he added, “to YOUR ear
That sounds an easy thing?
Try it yourself, my little dear!
It took ME something like a year,
With constant practising.
“And when you’ve learned to squeak, my man,
And caught the double sob63,
You’re pretty much where you began:
Just try and gibber if you can!
That’s something LIKE a job!
“I’VE tried it, and can only say
I’m sure you couldn’t do it, e-ven if you practised night and day,
Unless you have a turn that way,
And natural ingenuity64.
“Shakspeare I think it is who treats
Of Ghosts, in days of old,
Who ‘gibbered in the Roman streets,’
Dressed, if you recollect, in sheets —
They must have found it cold.
“I’ve often spent ten pounds on stuff,
In dressing65 as a Double;
But, though it answers as a puff66,
It never has effect enough
To make it worth the trouble.
“Long bills soon quenched67 the little thirst
I had for being funny.
The setting-up is always worst:
Such heaps of things you want at first,
One must be made of money!
“For instance, take a Haunted Tower,
With skull68, cross-bones, and sheet;
Blue lights to burn (say) two an hour,
Condensing lens of extra power,
And set of chains complete:
“What with the things you have to hire —
The fitting on the robe —
And testing all the coloured fire —
The outfit69 of itself would tire
The patience of a Job!
“And then they’re so fastidious,
The Haunted–House Committee:
I’ve often known them make a fuss
Because a Ghost was French, or Russ,
Or even from the City!
“Some dialects are objected to —
For one, the IRISH brogue is:
And then, for all you have to do,
One pound a week they offer you,
And find yourself in Bogies!
Canto V— Byckerment
“Don’t they consult the ‘Victims,’ though?”
I said. “They should, by rights,
Give them a chance — because, you know,
The tastes of people differ so,
Especially in Sprites.”
The Phantom shook his head and smiled.
“Consult them? Not a bit!
‘Twould be a job to drive one wild,
To satisfy one single child —
There’d be no end to it!”
“Of course you can’t leave CHILDREN free,”
Said I, “to pick and choose:
But, in the case of men like me,
I think ‘Mine Host’ might fairly be
Allowed to state his views.”
He said “It really wouldn’t pay —
Folk are so full of fancies.
We visit for a single day,
And whether then we go, or stay,
Depends on circumstances.
“And, though we don’t consult ‘Mine Host’
Before the thing’s arranged,
Still, if he often quits his post,
Or is not a well-mannered Ghost,
Then you can have him changed.
“But if the host’s a man like you —
I mean a man of sense;
And if the house is not too new — ”
“Why, what has THAT,” said I, “to do
With Ghost’s convenience?”
“A new house does not suit, you know —
It’s such a job to trim it:
But, after twenty years or so,
The wainscotings begin to go,
So twenty is the limit.”
“To trim” was not a phrase I could
Remember having heard:
“Perhaps,” I said, “you’ll be so good
As tell me what is understood
Exactly by that word?”
“It means the loosening all the doors,”
The Ghost replied, and laughed:
“It means the drilling holes by scores
In all the skirting-boards and floors,
To make a thorough draught70.
“You’ll sometimes find that one or two
Are all you really need
To let the wind come whistling through —
But HERE there’ll be a lot to do!”
I faintly gasped71 “Indeed!
“If I’d been rather later, I’ll
Be bound,” I added, trying
(Most unsuccessfully) to smile,
“You’d have been busy all this while,
Trimming and beautifying?”
“Why, no,” said he; “perhaps I should
Have stayed another minute —
But still no Ghost, that’s any good,
Without an introduction would
Have ventured to begin it.
“The proper thing, as you were late,
Was certainly to go:
But, with the roads in such a state,
I got the Knight72–Mayor’s leave to wait
For half an hour or so.”
“Who’s the Knight–Mayor?” I cried. Instead
Of answering my question,
“Well, if you don’t know THAT,” he said,
“Either you never go to bed,
Or you’ve a grand digestion73!
“He goes about and sits on folk
That eat too much at night:
His duties are to pinch, and poke74,
And squeeze them till they nearly choke.”
(I said “It serves them right!”)
“And folk who sup on things like these — ”
He muttered, “eggs and bacon —
Lobster75 — and duck — and toasted cheese —
If they don’t get an awful squeeze,
I’m very much mistaken!
“He is immensely fat, and so
Well suits the occupation:
In point of fact, if you must know,
We used to call him years ago,
THE MAYOR AND CORPORATION!
“The day he was elected Mayor
I KNOW that every Sprite meant
To vote for ME, but did not dare —
He was so frantic76 with despair
And furious with excitement.
“When it was over, for a whim77,
He ran to tell the King;
And being the reverse of slim,
A two-mile trot78 was not for him
A very easy thing.
“So, to reward him for his run
(As it was baking hot,
And he was over twenty stone),
The King proceeded, half in fun,
To knight him on the spot.”
“’Twas a great liberty to take!”
(I fired up like a rocket).
“He did it just for punning’s sake:
‘The man,’ says Johnson, ‘that would make
A pun, would pick a pocket!’”
“A man,” said he, “is not a King.”
I argued for a while,
And did my best to prove the thing —
The Phantom merely listening
With a contemptuous smile.
At last, when, breath and patience spent,
I had recourse to smoking —
“Your AIM,” he said, “is excellent:
But — when you call it ARGUMENT—
Of course you’re only joking?”
Stung by his cold and snaky eye,
I roused myself at length
To say “At least I do defy
The veriest sceptic to deny
That union is strength!”
“That’s true enough,” said he, “yet stay — ”
I listened in all meekness79 —
“union is strength, I’m bound to say;
In fact, the thing’s as clear as day;
But ONIONS are a weakness.”
Canto VI— Dyscomfyture
As one who strives a hill to climb,
Who never climbed before:
Who finds it, in a little time,
Grow every moment less sublime80,
And votes the thing a bore:
Yet, having once begun to try,
Dares not desert his quest,
But, climbing, ever keeps his eye
On one small hut against the sky
Wherein he hopes to rest:
Who climbs till nerve and force are spent,
With many a puff and pant:
Who still, as rises the ascent81,
In language grows more violent,
Although in breath more scant82:
Who, climbing, gains at length the place
That crowns the upward track.
And, entering with unsteady pace,
Receives a buffet83 in the face
That lands him on his back:
And feels himself, like one in sleep,
Glide swiftly down again,
A helpless weight, from steep to steep,
Till, with a headlong giddy sweep,
He drops upon the plain —
So I, that had resolved to bring
Conviction to a ghost,
And found it quite a different thing
From any human arguing,
Yet dared not quit my post
But, keeping still the end in view
To which I hoped to come,
I strove to prove the matter true
By putting everything I knew
Into an axiom:
Commencing every single phrase
With ‘therefore’ or ‘because,’
I blindly reeled, a hundred ways,
About the syllogistic84 maze85,
Unconscious where I was.
Quoth he “That’s regular clap-trap:
Don’t bluster86 any more.
Now DO be cool and take a nap!
Such a ridiculous old chap
Was never seen before!
“You’re like a man I used to meet,
Who got one day so furious
In arguing, the simple heat
Scorched87 both his slippers88 off his feet!”
I said “THAT’S VERY CURIOUS!”
“Well, it IS curious, I agree,
And sounds perhaps like fibs:
But still it’s true as true can be —
As sure as your name’s Tibbs,” said he.
I said “My name’s NOT Tibbs.”
“NOT Tibbs!” he cried — his tone became
A shade or two less hearty89 —
“Why, no,” said I. “My proper name
Is Tibbets — ” “Tibbets?” “Aye, the same.”
“Why, then YOU’RE NOT THE PARTY!”
With that he struck the board a blow
That shivered half the glasses.
“Why couldn’t you have told me so
Three quarters of an hour ago,
You prince of all the asses90?
“To walk four miles through mud and rain,
To spend the night in smoking,
And then to find that it’s in vain —
And I’ve to do it all again —
It’s really TOO provoking!
“Don’t talk!” he cried, as I began
To mutter some excuse.
“Who can have patience with a man
That’s got no more discretion91 than
An idiotic92 goose?
“To keep me waiting here, instead
Of telling me at once
That this was not the house!” he said.
“There, that’ll do — be off to bed!
Don’t gape93 like that, you dunce!”
“It’s very fine to throw the blame
On ME in such a fashion!
Why didn’t you enquire94 my name
The very minute that you came?”
I answered in a passion.
“Of course it worries you a bit
To come so far on foot —
But how was I to blame for it?”
“Well, well!” said he. “I must admit
That isn’t badly put.
“And certainly you’ve given me
The best of wine and victual —
Excuse my violence,” said he,
“But accidents like this, you see,
They put one out a little.
“’Twas MY fault after all, I find —
Shake hands, old Turnip-top!”
The name was hardly to my mind,
But, as no doubt he meant it kind,
I let the matter drop.
“Good-night, old Turnip-top, good-night!
When I am gone, perhaps
They’ll send you some inferior Sprite,
Who’ll keep you in a constant fright
And spoil your soundest naps.
“Tell him you’ll stand no sort of trick;
Then, if he leers and chuckles95,
You just be handy with a stick
(Mind that it’s pretty hard and thick)
And rap him on the knuckles96!
“Then carelessly remark ‘Old coon!
Perhaps you’re not aware
That, if you don’t behave, you’ll soon
Be chuckling97 to another tune98 —
And so you’d best take care!’
“That’s the right way to cure a Sprite
Of such like goings-on —
But gracious me! It’s getting light!
Good-night, old Turnip-top, good-night!”
A nod, and he was gone.
Canto VII— Sad Souvenaunce
“What’s this?” I pondered. “Have I slept?
Or can I have been drinking?”
But soon a gentler feeling crept
Upon me, and I sat and wept
An hour or so, like winking99.
“No need for Bones to hurry so!”
I sobbed100. “In fact, I doubt
If it was worth his while to go —
And who is Tibbs, I’d like to know,
To make such work about?
“If Tibbs is anything like me,
It’s POSSIBLE,” I said,
“He won’t be over-pleased to be
Dropped in upon at half-past three,
After he’s snug in bed.
“And if Bones plagues him anyhow —
Squeaking101 and all the rest of it,
As he was doing here just now —
I prophesy102 there’ll be a row,
And Tibbs will have the best of it!”
Then, as my tears could never bring
The friendly Phantom back,
It seemed to me the proper thing
To mix another glass, and sing
The following Coronach.
‘AND ART THOU GONE, BELOVED GHOST?
BEST OF FAMILIARS!
NAY103 THEN, FAREWELL, MY DUCKLING ROAST,
FAREWELL, FAREWELL, MY TEA AND TOAST,
MY MEERSCHAUM AND CIGARS!
THE HUES104 OF LIFE ARE DULL AND GRAY,
THE SWEETS OF LIFE INSIPID105,
WHEN thou, MY CHARMER, ART AWAY—
OLD BRICK, OR RATHER, LET ME SAY,
OLD PARALLELEPIPED!’
Instead of singing Verse the Third,
I ceased — abruptly106, rather:
But, after such a splendid word
I felt that it would be absurd
To try it any farther.
So with a yawn I went my way
To seek the welcome downy,
And slept, and dreamed till break of day
Of Poltergeist and Fetch and Fay
And Leprechaun and Brownie!
For year I’ve not been visited
By any kind of Sprite;
Yet still they echo in my head,
Those parting words, so kindly107 said,
“Old Turnip-top, good-night!”
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wavy
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| adj.有波浪的，多浪的，波浪状的，波动的，不稳定的 | |
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standing
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| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
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cowardice
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| n.胆小，怯懦 | |
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unnatural
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| adj.不自然的；反常的 | |
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tenant
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| n.承租人；房客；佃户；v.租借，租用 | |
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villas
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| 别墅，公馆( villa的名词复数 )； （城郊）住宅 | |
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contented
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| adj.满意的，安心的，知足的 | |
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vacancy
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| n.（旅馆的）空位，空房，（职务的）空缺 | |
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phantom
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| n.幻影，虚位，幽灵；adj.错觉的，幻影的，幽灵的 | |
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brat
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| n.孩子；顽童 | |
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caverns
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| 大山洞，大洞穴( cavern的名词复数 ) | |
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etiquette
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| n.礼仪，礼节；规矩 | |
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utterly
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| adv.完全地，绝对地 | |
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allude
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| v.提及，暗指 | |
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gravy
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| n.肉汁；轻易得来的钱，外快 | |
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awe
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| n.敬畏，惊惧；vt.使敬畏，使惊惧 | |
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wavier
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| adj.波状的，有波纹的，起伏的( wavy的比较级 ) | |
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flickering
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| adj.闪烁的，摇曳的，一闪一闪的 | |
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maxim
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| n.格言，箴言 | |
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canto
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| n.长篇诗的章 | |
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riddle
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| n.谜，谜语，粗筛；vt.解谜，给…出谜，筛，检查，鉴定，非难，充满于；vi.出谜 | |
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asunder
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| adj.分离的，化为碎片 | |
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wrath
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| n.愤怒，愤慨，暴怒 | |
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pretence
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| n.假装，作假；借口，口实；虚伪；虚饰 | |
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curtail
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| vt.截短，缩短；削减 | |
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exertions
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| n.努力( exertion的名词复数 )；费力；（能力、权力等的）运用；行使 | |
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groan
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| vi./n.呻吟，抱怨；(发出)呻吟般的声音 | |
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larder
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| n.食物贮藏室，食品橱 | |
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contrive
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| vt.谋划，策划；设法做到；设计，想出 | |
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glide
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| n./v.溜，滑行；(时间)消逝 | |
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crimson
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| n./adj.深(绯)红色(的)；vi.脸变绯红色 | |
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recollect
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| v.回忆，想起，记起，忆起，记得 | |
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tare
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| n.皮重；v.量皮重 | |
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transgressed
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| v.超越( transgress的过去式和过去分词 )；越过；违反；违背 | |
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instinctively
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| adv.本能地 | |
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detest
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| vt.痛恨，憎恶 | |
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hatchet
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| n.短柄小斧；v.扼杀 | |
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trespassing
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| [法]非法入侵 | |
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slaughtered
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| v.屠杀，杀戮，屠宰( slaughter的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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accost
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| v.向人搭话，打招呼 | |
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hoarse
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| adj.嘶哑的，沙哑的 | |
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inviting
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| adj.诱人的，引人注目的 | |
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phantoms
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| n.鬼怪，幽灵( phantom的名词复数 ) | |
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exempt
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| adj.免除的；v.使免除；n.免税者，被免除义务者 | |
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agonizing
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| adj.痛苦难忍的；使人苦恼的v.使极度痛苦；折磨(agonize的ing形式) | |
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witticism
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| n.谐语，妙语 | |
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dismal
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| adj.阴沉的，凄凉的，令人忧郁的，差劲的 | |
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criticise
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| v.批评，评论；非难 | |
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inconvenient
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| adj.不方便的，令人感到麻烦的 | |
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snug
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| adj.温暖舒适的，合身的，安全的；v.使整洁干净，舒适地依靠，紧贴；n.（英）酒吧里的私房 | |
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spacious
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| adj.广阔的，宽敞的 | |
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wraith
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| n.幽灵；骨瘦如柴的人 | |
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remarkable
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| adj.显著的，异常的，非凡的，值得注意的 | |
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growled
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| v.（动物）发狺狺声， （雷）作隆隆声( growl的过去式和过去分词 )；低声咆哮着说 | |
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gaily
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| adv.欢乐地，高兴地 | |
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dodge
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| v.闪开，躲开，避开；n.妙计，诡计 | |
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smirked
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| v.傻笑( smirk的过去分词 ) | |
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swell
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| vi.膨胀，肿胀；增长，增强 | |
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twitched
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| vt.& vi.（使）抽动，（使）颤动（twitch的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
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dungeons
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| n.地牢( dungeon的名词复数 ) | |
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drenched
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| adj.湿透的；充满的v.使湿透( drench的过去式和过去分词 )；在某人（某物）上大量使用（某液体） | |
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squeak
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| n.吱吱声，逃脱；v.（发出）吱吱叫，侥幸通过；（俚）告密 | |
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sob
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| n.空间轨道的轰炸机；呜咽，哭泣 | |
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ingenuity
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| n.别出心裁；善于发明创造 | |
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dressing
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| n.(食物)调料；包扎伤口的用品，敷料 | |
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puff
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| n.一口(气)；一阵(风)；v.喷气，喘气 | |
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quenched
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| 解（渴）( quench的过去式和过去分词 )； 终止（某事物）； （用水）扑灭（火焰等）； 将（热物体）放入水中急速冷却 | |
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skull
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| n.头骨；颅骨 | |
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outfit
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| n.（为特殊用途的）全套装备，全套服装 | |
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draught
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| n.拉，牵引，拖；一网（饮，吸，阵)；顿服药量，通风；v.起草，设计 | |
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gasped
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| v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 )；喘息；倒抽气；很想要 | |
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knight
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| n.骑士，武士；爵士 | |
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digestion
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| n.消化，吸收 | |
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poke
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| n.刺，戳，袋；vt.拨开，刺，戳；vi.戳，刺，捅，搜索，伸出，行动散慢 | |
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lobster
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| n.龙虾，龙虾肉 | |
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frantic
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| adj.狂乱的，错乱的，激昂的 | |
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whim
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| n.一时的兴致，突然的念头；奇想，幻想 | |
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trot
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| n.疾走，慢跑；n.老太婆；现成译本；(复数）trots:腹泻（与the 连用）；v.小跑，快步走，赶紧 | |
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meekness
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| n.温顺，柔和 | |
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sublime
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| adj.崇高的，伟大的；极度的，不顾后果的 | |
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ascent
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| n.(声望或地位)提高；上升，升高；登高 | |
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scant
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| adj.不充分的，不足的；v.减缩，限制，忽略 | |
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buffet
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| n.自助餐；饮食柜台；餐台 | |
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syllogistic
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| adj.三段论法的，演绎的，演绎性的 | |
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maze
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| n.迷宫，八阵图，混乱，迷惑 | |
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bluster
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| v.猛刮；怒冲冲的说；n.吓唬，怒号；狂风声 | |
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scorched
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| 烧焦，烤焦( scorch的过去式和过去分词 )； 使（植物）枯萎，把…晒枯； 高速行驶； 枯焦 | |
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slippers
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| n. 拖鞋 | |
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hearty
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| adj.热情友好的；衷心的；尽情的，纵情的 | |
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asses
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| n. 驴，愚蠢的人，臀部 adv. (常用作后置)用于贬损或骂人 | |
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discretion
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| n.谨慎；随意处理 | |
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idiotic
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| adj.白痴的 | |
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gape
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| v.张口，打呵欠，目瞪口呆地凝视 | |
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enquire
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| v.打听，询问；调查，查问 | |
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chuckles
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| 轻声地笑( chuckle的名词复数 ) | |
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knuckles
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| n.（指人）指关节( knuckle的名词复数 )；（指动物）膝关节，踝v.（指人）指关节( knuckle的第三人称单数 )；（指动物）膝关节，踝 | |
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chuckling
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| 轻声地笑( chuckle的现在分词 ) | |
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tune
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| n.调子；和谐，协调；v.调音，调节，调整 | |
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winking
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| n.瞬眼，目语v.使眼色( wink的现在分词 )；递眼色（表示友好或高兴等）；（指光）闪烁；闪亮 | |
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sobbed
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| 哭泣，啜泣( sob的过去式和过去分词 )； 哭诉，呜咽地说 | |
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squeaking
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| v.短促地尖叫( squeak的现在分词 )；吱吱叫；告密；充当告密者 | |
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prophesy
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| v.预言；预示 | |
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nay
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| adv.不；n.反对票，投反对票者 | |
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hues
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| 色彩( hue的名词复数 )； 色调； 信仰； 观点 | |
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insipid
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| adj.无味的，枯燥乏味的，单调的 | |
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abruptly
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| adv.突然地，出其不意地 | |
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kindly
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| adj.和蔼的，温和的，爽快的；adv.温和地，亲切地 | |
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