But little did the dancers care for that. Bill Eldridge sat by the hearth6, playing his fiddle7 with tireless energy, while a boy added the thumping8 of two straws to the much-tried fiddle-strings. A party of shy girls huddled9 in a corner of the room, and the bashful boys hung about the door, and talked loudly.
"Hey, there! git yer partners!" Bill cried to them tauntingly10 from time to time.
Armindy Hudgins and Elisha Cole were pre-eminently the leaders in the party. They danced together again and again; they sat on the bench in the dooryard; they walked to the spring for a fresh draught11 of water. Armindy was the coquette of the settlement. In beauty, in spirit, and in daring, no other girl in Beaver Cove could compare with her. She could plow12 all day and dance half the night without losing her peachy bloom, and it was generally admitted that she could take her choice of the marriageable young men of the settlement. But she laughed at all of them by turns, until her lovers dwindled13 down to two—Elisha Cole and Ephraim Hurd. They were both desperately14 in earnest, and their rivalry15 had almost broken their lifelong friendship. She favored first one and then the other, but to-night she showed such decided16 preference for Cole that Hurd felt hatred17 filling his heart. He did not dance at all, but hung about the door, or walked moodily18 up and down the yard, savage19 with jealousy20. Armindy cast many mocking glances at him, but seemed to feel no pity for his suffering.
In the middle of the evening, while they were yet fresh, she and Elisha danced the "hoe-down." All the others crowded back against the walls, leaving the middle of the room clear, and she and her partner took their places. They were the best dancers in the settlement, and Beaver Cove could boast of some as good as any in all north Georgia. The music struck up, and the two young people began slowly to shuffle21 their feet, advancing toward each other, then retreating. They moved at first without enthusiasm, gravely and coolly. The music quickened, and their steps with it. Now together, now separate, up and down the room, face to face, advancing, receding22, always in that sliding, shuffling step. The girl's face flushed; her lithe23 figure, clothed in the most primitively25 fashioned blue print gown, swayed and curved in a thousand graceful26 movements; her feet, shod in clumsy brogans, moved so swiftly one could scarcely follow them; her yellow hair slipped from its fastenings and fell about her neck and shoulders; her bosom27 heaved and palpitated. Panting and breathless, Elisha dropped into a seat, his defeat greeted with jeering28 laughter by the crowd, while Armindy kept the floor. It was a wild, half-savage dance, and my pen refuses to describe it. Nowhere, except in the mountains of north Georgia, have I ever witnessed such a strange performance.
Armindy would not stop until, half-blind and reeling with exhaustion29, she darted30 toward the door, amid the applause of the crowd. Elisha Cole started up to follow her, but Ephraim Hurd reached her side first, and went out into the yard with her.
"You've nearly killed yourself," he said, half-roughly, half-tenderly.
"No such a thing!" she retorted.
"You're out o' breath now."
"I want some water."
"Better sit down on this bench and rest a minute first," he said, attempting to lead her to a seat placed under an apple-tree; but she broke away from him, running swiftly toward the spring bubbling up from a thicket31 of laurel just beyond the dooryard fence.
"I ain't no baby, Eph'um Hurd!" she cried, gathering32 up her hair and winding33 it about her head again, the breeze fanning her flushed cheeks.
The moon was clear and full over Brandreth's Peak, and Ephraim looked up at it, then down on the girl, softened34, etherealized by its magic beams.
"What makes you act so, Armindy?"
She broke a spray of laurel bloom and thrust it through the coil of her hair.
"I don't know what you're talkin' about, Eph'um; but I do know I'm waitin' for you to give me that gourd35 o' water."
He sighed, stooped, and filled the gourd to the brim, and gave it to her. She drank deeply, then threw the remainder out in a glittering shower, and dropped the gourd into the spring.
"Don't go to the house yet," he pleaded, as she turned away.
"I'm tired."
"An' I—I am—you don't keer anything for 'Lishy, do you? Armindy, do you recollect36 what you said the last time we went to the singin' at Rock Creek37?"
She looked at him from under her lashes38, half smiled, then said:
"I don't recollect anything perticular."
"I do," he muttered softly, and stepped across the spring-run to her side. "You said—"
"Oh, don't tell me!—I don't mean anything I say!" she hastily cried.
His face clouded with jealous anger again; he laid his hand on her shoulder.
"You'll—make me do somethin' turrible, Armindy, if you don't mind. I love you; don't—don't—treat me like a dog, flingin' crumbs39 to me one day, an' whippin' me off the next."
She pushed away his hand, for, with all her coquetries, no man dared take any liberties with her, and stepped beyond his reach.
"I ain't done nuthin' to you, Eph'um Hurd. I—"
"You have!" he cried, stamping his feet; "you've made me love you, tell I don't feel as I could live without you; you let me think that you loved—"
"Law! what's the use o' listenin' to a girl's foolishness? Maybe I love you; an', ag'in, maybe I love 'Lishy Cole an' a dozen others. You're too set on havin' your own way," she exclaimed with a loud laugh.
Somebody called to her from the fence.
"That's 'Lishy, now."
"An' you're goin' to him?" said Ephraim with a pale face.
"Yes, I'm goin' to him. He don't bemean me," with a pretense40 of being aggrieved41, but with mocking laughter in her eyes.
She ran up to the fence, and he heard her talking to Elisha about the flowers in her hair.
The party was over. Ephraim Hurd could scarcely contain the violence of his rage when Armindy refused his company home to accept Elisha Cole's. And how hurt he felt, as well as angry! The slight cut to his soul. He watched them as they went away with a party of the neighbors; he listened to their conversation and loud laughter, until the maddening sound of it was lost in the distance; then he mounted his mule42 and rode swiftly through the Cove down toward the town on the banks of the Cartecay River, where revenue-officers were stationed. A fierce, irresistible43 temptation had assailed—had conquered him. If he could not have love, he could have revenge. The revenue-men would be glad to know where Elisha Cole concealed44 his distillery; they would be better pleased to get Elisha himself. Just a hint, scrawled45 and unsigned, would be sufficient for them, and no one need know who had furnished the information.
It was morning, full daylight, with mists and clouds afloat in the upper rays of the yet invisible sun, when Ephraim Hurd forded Rock Creek on his way home. The jaded46 mule dipped his steaming nostrils47 in the cool, fast-flowing stream, drank thirstily, then, coming out, stopped to crop the high, tender grass growing by the roadside. Ephraim let the rein48 fall loosely on the faithful creature's neck, while his dull eyes wandered over the landscape. He looked haggard; and the chilly49, invigorating air made him shiver, instead of infusing fresh life into him. He dismounted to tighten51 the girth, then leaned his arm on the saddle, seemingly forgetting to pursue his way home. He was tall, and held himself unusually erect52 for a mountaineer. He had a rather fine face, with soft, dark beard on lip and chin, and his eyes were a deep, serene53 blue. He did not look like a coward or a traitor54, and yet he secretly felt that he could be justly called so; for repentance55 had followed quickly upon his rash betrayal of his friend.
The night would have seemed only like a bad dream—a nightmare, had he not gone on that journey to Buckhorn, stealing like a thief through the sleeping town, to slip that line of information under the door of the court-room, where it would be found by the revenue-officers the first thing in the morning. Viewed in the clear, cold light of the morning, when jealousy and savage anger had spent themselves, the deed appeared base to the last degree. He passed his hand over his face with a sense of deepest shame. According to the mountaineer's code of honor, a man could not do a meaner, more contemptible56 thing, than to betray a comrade to the revenue-men. He would fare better as a thief or a vagabond. No wonder Ephraim Hurd felt like hiding his face from the clear accusing light! no wonder he groaned57 in anguish58 of soul! He had lost his own self-respect; he had forfeited59 all right to the trust of his neighbors.
He raised his eyes and looked slowly around again, and, with his mental faculties60 all quickened by the trouble he was in, he seemed to realize the preciousness of freedom. A perception of the wild, primeval beauty of the world around thrilled him. He looked up at the cloud floating over the deep blue of the sky, tinged61 with the rose-light of sunrise; at the fog-wreaths curling around the summits of the higher mountains; at the green depths of the forests; at the winding streams, bordered by laurel and rhododendron, rushing in sparkling cascades62 or lying in clear, silent pools. All the ineffable63 loveliness and charm of the new world—the new day, penetrated64 his soul. The deep solitude65, broken only by the murmur66 of the streams, and the liquid, melancholy67 notes of the hermit68 thrush, influenced him as it never had before. Think of leaving it all for the court-room, and the prison! Think of languishing69 within four close walls through sultry days and restless nights!
Pity for the man he had betrayed melted his heart. At this moment how slight seemed the provocation70! Elisha Cole had as much right to Armindy's favor as he could claim.
On the upper side of Rock Creek, just under the great cliff rising boldly toward the clouds, a clump71 of laurel bushes in full bloom hung over the stream, the opening buds a fine delicate pink, the wide-opened flowers faded to dull white. Ephraim's eyes fell on them, and his face contracted with a keen thrill of pain as he remembered Armindy standing72 by the spring in the moonlight, and fastening a spray of laurel in her hair. Flushed from the dance, radiant with triumph, she had no thought for him—no kind words. Nevertheless, his heart softened toward her; he writhed73 as he thought of the sorrow he had laid up for her. He had lost account of time in the midst of his bitter reflections, and a sun-ray, striking across his face, startled him. He sprang into the saddle, and rode out of the highway into the settlement road leading through Beaver Cove.
The Hudgins lived on that road, at the foot of Bush Mountain, in an old log-cabin built in the "double-pen" fashion, with an open entry, and in the rear a rude kitchen. Below the house lay a freshly cleared field, the fence skirting the roadside, and as he drew near, Ephraim heard Armindy singing an old baptismal hymn74 in a high, clear voice, making abrupt75 little pauses to say "Gee76!" or "Haw!" or "Get up there!" to the ox she was driving before the plow.
Last night she danced the "hoe-down" with spirit and grace, the belle77 of the party; to-day she plowed78 in her father's corn-field, barefooted, and clothed in a faded homespun gown, singing for the mere79 joy of existence—of conscious life. She had on a deep sunbonnet, and coarse woolen81 gloves covered her hands—strong, supple82 hands, grasping the plow-handles like a man's.
She reached the end of the row just as Ephraim drew near, and looked over the fence at him with a smile and a blush.
"Good mornin', Eph'um," she cried in a conciliatory tone. "You look as if you had been out all night."
"I have."
"Law! what for? At the 'stillery?" Her voice dropped to a softer key.
"No."
She looked attentively83 at his sad, haggard face, then took off her bonnet80 and fanned herself.
"Are you mad at me, Eph'um?"
"No; I ain't mad now, Armindy."
"Then what makes you look so—so strange?"
"I was mad last night."
She turned the cool loam84 of the freshly opened furrow85 over her naked feet, a faint smile lurking86 in the corners of her mouth. He saw it, but did not feel angry.
"Good-by, Armindy," he said gently.
"I didn't mean anythin' last night, Eph'um," she said hastily, sobered again by the gravity of his voice and manner.
"I know how it was."
"I don't believe you do. I—" But he rode away while the defensive87 little speech remained unfinished on her lips.
She looked after him, slowly replacing the bonnet on her head.
"He is mad, or somethin's happened. I never seed him look like he does this mornin'."
She turned the ox into another furrow, but stepped silently behind the plow. She sang no more that morning.
Beaver Cove was really a long, narrow valley, shut in by ranges of high mountains, the serried88 peaks sharply outlined against the sky on clear days. The mountain-sides were broken into deep ravines, and here and there, near the base, rose sheltered nooks, in which the mountaineers dwelt, cultivating patches and eking89 out a primitive24 livelihood90 with game and fish. It was in one of these retreats that Ephraim Hurd and his mother lived, with all the length and breadth of the valley lying below them, and the mountains overshadowing them above.
As Ephraim turned from the main settlement road into the wilder trail leading up to his house he met met Elisha Cole driving a yoke91 of oxen. He was whistling a dance-tune, and hailed Ephraim with a cheerful, friendly air, his whole manner betraying a suppressed exultation92. Ephraim noticed it quickly, and clenched93 his hand on the switch he held—that manner said so plainly, "I have won her; I can afford to be friendly with you now."
"Just gittin' home?" he inquired with a jocular air.
"Yes."
"Oh, ho! Which one o' the Wood girls is it, 'Mandy, or Sary Ann?"
Ephraim flushed, but let the rude joke pass.
"Where are you goin'?"
"To the sawmill for a load o' lumber94."
"Goin' to build?"
"Yes; in the fall."
"Thinkin' o' marryin', I s'pose?"
"You've hit it plumb95 on the head, Eph'um. I am thinkin' o' that very thing," he said, with a loud, joyous96 laugh.
It grated on the miserable97 Ephraim. He was full of one thought, which he repeated over and over to himself, "To-morrow he'll be in prison, an' Armindy'll be cryin' her eyes out."
"You'll not be at the 'stillery to-night?" he inquired stammeringly98.
"Yes, I will. Man alive, what ails99 you, Eph'um?"
"Nothin'—nothin'. Hadn't you better go to see Armindy?"
Elisha eyed him suspiciously.
"Me an' Armindy understand one another," he said roughly.
Ephraim rode on, his guilty conscience forbidding any more conversation. He longed to give Elisha a hint of approaching danger—to say carelessly, "I hear the raiders'll be out tonight;" but he knew that he could not without betraying the whole truth.
Breakfast awaited him, and his mother sat in the doorway100, smoking, when he arrived at home—a homely101 woman, yellow as saffron, wrinkled as parchment, and without a tooth in her mouth. Her face lighted up at the sight of her son, and she knocked the ashes from her pipe. He had been a good son, a steady boy, and his absence alarmed her.
"Law! but this is a relief!" she cried as he came in after caring for the mule. "I didn't know you 'lowed to stay out all night."
"I didn't, neither, when I left home."
"I was pestered102, thinkin' o' the raiders. Anythin' happened to you?"
"Nothin', mother."
"Are you sick?"
"No."
She watched him silently while he ate sparingly of the breakfast. His dull eyes, his haggard face made her anxious. He had no appetite; he plainly did not care to talk. Her suspicions fell on Armindy Hudgins as the cause of his dejection. She began to question him about the party. She mentioned Armindy and Elisha Cole several times, and each time he betrayed some feeling. She felt resentful toward the girl.
"I s'pose Armindy had things her own way las' night?"
"Purty much."
"I don't, for the life o' me, see why you all should be crazy about that girl. Now 'Mandy or Sary Ann Wood, or Betsey—"
"Ugly as crows, all of 'em."
"Well, they may n't be as purty as pictur's, but they are a sight better than Armindy Hudgins," she retorted, indignantly.
"They certainly ain't smarter, mother."
"No; I s'pose they ain't, for work," said Mrs. Hurd, reluctantly; "but principles count for somethin', Eph'um—you'll 'low that."
"Yes; yes," he cried, and hastily left the table. Who could show less principle than he had?
He went out to work, hoeing and thinning the young corn in a field he had cleared on the mountain-side, but the vigor50 had gone out of him with hope and courage. The sunlight dazed him, and after a while he stopped and leaned upon his hoe, looking down into the valley, his eyes following the cloud-shadows sweeping103 silently over the fields, blotting104 out the silvery gleam of Beaver Creek. It was a day of strange, conflicting thoughts. He had never passed through such an experience in all his simple, primitive life. The impressions of the morning lingered in his memory through the heat of the languid noon and the soft decline of the evening. He had brought upon himself a great question of right and wrong—at least it seemed great to him; so great he could scarcely grapple with it, or settle it with wisdom and justice.
After a supper, partaken almost in silence, he took down his gun and carefully loaded it. Mrs. Hurd watched him until he picked up his hat; then she anxiously inquired:
"Where are you goin', Eph'um?"
"Down to the 'stillery."
"It 'pears to me you'd better take some rest."
"I will, later."
"Well, do be keerful an' keep an eye out for the raiders. I've been so oneasy an' pestered to-day that I feel mighty105 like somethin's goin' to happen."
He went out, but turned on the doorstep to speak to her:
"If anythin' does happen, mother, you'll be prepared for it."
She sighed, and her wrinkled face quivered with emotion.
"I'm always prepared for the worst, an' expectin' it. To have some sort o' dread106 on your mind 'pears to me to be a part o' life."
Ephraim shouldered his gun, and disappeared in the darkness. He followed the road for a short distance, then turned out into a trail leading over a ridge5. It was not easy walking, but the sure-footedness and agility107 that are a birthright of the mountaineer made it easy for him.
Out of the deep, clear sky overhead the stars shone softly, but afar in the northwest lay great masses of clouds. Constant flashes of lightning shot over them, and through the profound silence came the dull mutterings of thunder. It was a good time for the raiders to be abroad, and the thought quickened Ephraim's steps. He felt sure they would come before moonrise. On the other side of the ridge he traversed a wilder region of country. Half an hour's rapid walking brought him to a small clearing, surrounded by a low rail-fence. In the centre of the clearing stood a cabin, a stream of ruddy light pouring from its open door. It was where the Coles lived. Two fierce hounds greeted Ephraim's approach with loud, hostile barking, and when he called out to them a young woman appeared at the door with a child on her breast—Elisha Cole's sister-in-law.
"Any o' the men folks at home, Mis' Cole?" Ephraim inquired, leaning over the fence.
"No; John an' his pap have gone over to Fannin County, an' 'Lishy's just started to the 'stillery."
"Oh!—just started, you say?"
"Yes; he ain't been gone five minutes. Won't you come in, Eph'um?"
"Not to-night, Mis' Cole. I 'lowed I'd see 'Lishy before he got off."
With a brief good-night he turned away, following a trail leading down through a ravine. It was a wild, lonely way, and so dark that one could scarcely see an inch ahead. But the pathway presently took an upward turn, and the gray starlight penetrated the sparse108 underbush. He heard the snapping of twigs109 ahead of him, and whistled softly. Then the sound of stealthy footsteps fell upon his alert ears. He ran forward a few paces, not daring to speak; then he stumbled over the prostrate110 body of a man.
"'Lishy," he whispered, peering into the upturned face.
"Is it you, Eph'um?"
"Yes; what's the matter?"
"The raiders they tied me; they're lookin' for Jed Bishop111."
It was the work of an instant for Ephraim to get out his knife and to cut the thongs112 binding113 Elisha's hands and feet. But the prostrate man had not scrambled114 up before the revenue-officers were down upon them again. Ephraim snatched his gun, and leaped between Elisha and his foes115.
"Get out of the way if you can!" he cried to his friend, and fired blindly at the officers.
Early the next morning, as Armindy sat on the entry steps engaged in sewing some patchwork116 together before the out-door occupations of the day began, a neighbor rode up and hailed her father.
"Heard about the raid last night?"
"No!" exclaimed Mr. Hudgins, hastening to the fence. "Who'd they get?"
"Nobody but Eph'um Hurd."
Armindy dropped her work, her face growing white, her lower lip caught between her clenched teeth.
"It seems they'd caught 'Lishy Cole, an' was lookin' for Jed Bishop, when Eph'um come up an' set 'Lishy free again. He hadn't more'n done it when up come the raiders, an' 'Lishy says Eph'um fit like old Satan hisself, shootin' at 'em tell 'Lishy cleared out."
"Well, well! that does beat all! He'd better 'a' looked out for hisself."
"That's what I say, an' he with his ma to look after. He wounded one o' the officers, an' it's bound to go hard with him. You needn't look so skeered, Armindy"—raising his voice and looking over at the girl, "'Lishy's safe."
"Oh, yes; 'Lishy's safe. I'm only thinkin' o' what might 'a' happened to him." She laughed loudly, then gathered up her work and rushed into the house.
With slow, uncertain steps a man walked along the settlement road through Beaver Cove. His clothes hung loosely from his slightly stooping shoulders; he leaned on a stick. All about him were the joyful117 influences of spring. The mountains were clothed in palest green, and every stream could boast its share of laurel and rhododendron abloom along its banks. The man drew in deep breaths of the fine air; his eyes wandered lingeringly over scenes familiar, yet long unvisited. Once he stooped and drank from a clear, shallow stream purling along the road, and, drawing his sleeve across his mouth, muttered softly:
"Ah, that's good. I ain't drunk nothin' like it in more'n four years."
He sat down on a fallen tree rotting on the roadside, to rest a few minutes. A market-wagon118, white-covered and drawn119 by a yoke of sleek120 oxen, rumbled121 down the hill. In the driver the wayfarer122 recognized an old neighbor.
"Howdy, Mr. Davis?"
Davis stared, then leaped from the wagon.
"Why—why—it's Eph'um Hurd, ain't it?"
"What's left o' him," said Ephraim, rising, and shaking hands with his old friend.
"Well, you do look used up an' peaked."
"I've been sick."
"An' your hair is gray."
"It's the prison life done it."
"You've been through a good deal, I take it," in a tone of compassion123.
"I don't want to think o' it any more if I can help it!" Ephraim exclaimed. "They didn't treat me so bad, but—oh, I thought it would take the soul out o' me!"
Davis shook his head sympathetically.
Ephraim's face sank on his breast for a moment. There were some questions he longed, yet dreaded124, to ask. At last he plucked up courage.
"How—how is mother?"
"Purty well."
"'Lishy Cole is married, is he?"
"Yes; he married more 'n two years ago."
Of course he had expected that answer, but it caused his thin, worn face to twitch125 and contract with pain. He hastily picked up his stick.
"I—I'd better be gittin' on."
"Your ma's moved down to the Wood place," his neighbor called after him as he started up the road. "The Woods moved to Fannin County last year, you know."
"Is that so?" said Ephraim, but without halting again.
Married! Yes, why should they not marry? It was for that he had saved Elisha Cole. He had known it from the night of the dance, had clearly foreseen it all, that morning he stopped at Rock Creek—facing the awakening126 world and his own conscience. He had struggled for resignation during his prison life, but never had he been able to think of Armindy sitting by Elisha Cole's fireside—Elisha Cole's wife—without the fiercest pang127 of jealous anguish.
He sat down again, trembling with exhaustion, and bared his throbbing128 head to the cool breeze. He looked at his long, thin hands, stroked his face, feeling the hollows in his cheeks and under his eyes. He would never get back his youth and vigor again. It was well no woman loved him except his mother. She would not criticise129 his changed appearance, or care less for him on account of it.
It was dusk when he reached the old Wood cabin. The shutters130 had not been drawn over the small, square window in the chimney-corner, and he crept across the yard to look into the room, himself unseen. A low fire burned on the hearth; he could smell the bread baking before it, and the smoke of frying bacon filled the room. Then he saw his mother sitting at the corner of the hearth knitting, while another woman stooped over the fire. Suddenly she stood erect, and he caught his breath sharply, for it was Armindy Hudgins, Elisha Cole's wife, flushed, handsomer than ever. What did it mean? Had they taken his mother to live with them? He writhed at the thought. He leaned forward, for Armindy was speaking:
"Now I'll step to the spring for a pail o' water; then we'll have supper."
"I wish Eph'um was here to eat it with us. Do you think he'll ever come, Armindy?" she said wistfully.
"I know he will," said Armindy, firmly; but a shadow fell upon her face, and Ephraim could see that she looked older, more serious, than in former days. But what a fine, elastic131 step she had! what supple curves in her figure! His eyes dwelt upon her with admiration132, with despair. He loved her as deeply as ever. She stepped out of the room and went away to the spring. He followed her, determined133 to find out the cause of her presence in his mother's house.
He vividly134 remembered that other night when they stood at the spring together, and raised his eyes to Brandreth's Peak, but the moon hung low in the west, a pale crescent, Armindy knelt by the spring, dipping up the water, when his shadow came between her and the faint moonlight. She glanced up, then sprang to her feet, half-frightened; the next moment she ran to him and fell weeping on his neck.
"Eph'um! Eph'um! I said you'd come! I've always said you'd come!"
He gathered her to him; then tried to push her away.
"Don't—I—where is 'Lishy?" he stammered135.
"I don't know. What do you want to think o' him for, now?" she cried, looking at him with wet eyes, drawing his face down to hers.
"Ain't you 'Lishy's wife?"
She fell back a little.
"Did you think I'd marry him? I loved you, Eph'um—you."
"Is that the reason you 're here with my mother?"
"Yes; I've been with her nearly all the time."
"It was my fault the raiders come out to get 'Lishy, that night."
"I knew it when I heard how you saved him from them. Oh, don't hate me for makin' you suffer so! It seemed like fun then, but I've been paid back for it all."
He felt dazed. Armindy free, Armindy faithful, and loving, and humbly136 entreating137 him not to hate her! Life thrilled afresh through him.
"Who did 'Lishy Cole marry?" he inquired at last.
"How you keep thinkin' o' him!"
"I can afford to now."
"He married Sary Ann Wood."
They were standing by the laurel thicket. She saw that his eyes were fixed138 on the flowers, and turned quickly away to take up the pail of water.
"I ain't danced the hoe-down since that night."
He broke off a spray of the flowers and fastened it in her hair.
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| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
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