The prospect3 repelled4 her, and she bent5 her slow steps in the other direction. Crossing the empty, sun-baked roadway of the Embankment, she strolled westward6 in the partial shade of the young lime-trees, which maintain a temerarious existence along the line of the river’s parapet.
She looked over the stonework to the water from time to time as she walked, and every glance instinctively7 wandered up-stream toward the stretch of Westminster Bridge, poised8 delicately in the noonday haze9 across the body of the sleepy flood. The stately beauty of the opposing piles of buildings which it linked one with the other, and brought together into the loftiest picture the Old World knows, came as she moved toward it to soothe10 and uplift her spirits. Her lips parted with pleasure at the spectacle, and at the thought that there, in that glorious span between St. Thomas’ and St. Stephen’s, her own romance had been born.
The warm serenity11 of the scene, the inimitable composure of its vast parts, lying under the sunshine in such majestic12 calm, seemed to chide13 the weak flutterings and despondencies to which she had surrendered her bosom14. The romance which absorbed her mind, of which, indeed, her whole being had become a portion, had its home there, in the heart of that benignant grandeur15. The grace and charm and noble strength of what she gazed upon rebuked16 her timid want of confidence in Destiny, as it shapes itself on Westminster Bridge. She walked forward with a firmer step, her head up, and her eyes drying themselves by the radiance of their own glance.
And so, being borne along by the powerful spell which this great vista17 has cast about her, she had no sense of surprise when it caught up also David Mosscrop in its train, and placed him at her side. It was at the corner of the bridge, and a momentary18 clustering of pedestrians19 brought to a stand-still by a policeman’s uplifted hand had diverted her thoughts, and then someone touched her on the arm.
She turned and drank in what had happened with tranquil20, tenderly self-possessed21 eyes. She gave no start, as of a mind caught unawares. She was conscious of no wonder, no tremor22 of disturbance23 at the unexpected. The luminous24 regard in which she embraced the newcomer was as unreasoningly ready for him as are the spontaneous raptures25 of dreamland. No words came to her lips, but it was in the air that she had known he was coming.
“I was just going to hunt a fellow up at his club across there,” said Mosscrop, his coarser masculine sense suggesting an explanation, “and I chanced to look over here, and I made sure it was you, and——”
He stopped short too, and the slower fires kindled26 in the glance which met hers. They looked into each other’s eyes, in a long moment of silence. He drew her arm in his, while the glamour27 of this sustained gaze rested still upon them. Then, with a lengthened28 happy sigh she spoke29.
“I want to go again to that dear little place where we breakfasted,” she said softly. “You must let me have my own way. I have money in my purse, now, and you must come and lunch with me. And it must be—oh, it must be there.”
They drove thither30, this time in a high-hung, sumptuous31, noiseless hansom, which sped with an entranced absence of motion through the busy streets.
“It is like fairyland again,” she whispered, nestling against him in the narrow, deeply-padded enclosure. And he, resting his hand upon hers under the shelter of the closed doors, breathed heavily, and murmured a cadence33 without words in ecstatic response.
In some ridiculous fraction of time they were at their journey’s end. The impression of having travelled on a magic carpet was in their minds as, almost ruefully, they woke from their day-dream of arrow-flight through space, stepped out, and paid the cabman. They laughed together at the thought, without necessity of mentioning what amused them. Vestalia, before they entered the restaurant, drew her companion a few doors up the street, and halted before the narrow window of the old French bootmaker’s shop. Here they laughed again, he merrily, she with a lingering, mellow35 aftermath of feeling in her tone.
It was only when they were seated in the little room above and she had drawn36 off her gloves, and after a joyous37 insistence38 upon doing it all herself, had chosen some dishes from the card and sent the waiter off with the order, that their tongues were loosened.
David leaned back in his chair, and beamed broad content. He began to talk in the measured, smooth-flowing tone which she remembered so well. “First of all, dear girl,” he said, “I want to put on the record my boundless39 delight at finding you once more. I take off my hat to the gods. They have devised in my behalf a boon40 which swallows up all the imaginable ills of a lifetime. I swear to complain of nothing they do for the rest of my days. They have given you back to me; and if I am dull enough to lose you again, why, I will bow my head submissively to the deserved mishaps41 of an ass42.”
The girl’s blue eyes twinkled with a soft, glad light. “It is a great joy to hear your voice again,” she said, gently. “The echoes of it have kept up a little faint murmur32 in my ears ever since we parted, as if some spirit was holding a phantom43 shell close to my head. And now it is as if we hadn’t parted at all, isn’t it?—I mean, for the present.”
“Ah, it matters so little what you mean,” he replied, in affectionate banter44. “I erred45 once, to my profound misfortune, in deferring46 to your mental processes, and permitting them to translate themselves into actions. Do not think that I shall be so weak again. The key shall never fail to be turned on you hereafter.”
She laughed gaily47, and shook her head in playful defiance48. “Ah, but suppose——” she began, and then let a glance of merry archness complete her sentence.
“I confess to curiosity,” he said. “I should prize highly your conception of the motives49 which prompted you to run away from me.”
Her mood sobered perceptibly. “I did it because it was right.”
“As a mainspring of human action, that is inadequate,” he commented. “Almost all painful and embarrassing things are right, but wise people avoid them as much as possible none the less.”
“No, it was right for me to go,” she persisted. “I couldn’t stay and be dependent upon someone else, no matter who that someone else was. Your kindness to me that whole day was more grateful to me than you can think. I was so frightened in that early morning there on the bridge, so desolate50 and helpless and sick with dread51 of what was going to become of me, that I didn’t dream of hesitating to take shelter in your—your friendship. It was like going under some hospitable52 roof while there was a drenching53 rain outside, and I was very thankful for the refuge. But when it cleared up, I couldn’t go on staying, just because I had been made welcome, now, could I?”
“Since you ask me, I declare with tearful emphasis that you could.”
“No, seriously,” urged Vestalia; “don’t you agree with me that women should be just as self-reliant and independent as men?”
“Me? I agree absolutely. I would have women insist upon the most unflinching independence, all the world over. I feel so keenly on that point, that out of the entire sex I would make only one exception. Very few people would take such an advanced position as that, I imagine. Just fancy how far I go! There are hundreds of millions of women, and I would have them all independent but just one. By a curious accident it happens that you are that one—but you will be fair-minded enough to recognise, I feel convinced, that this is the merest chance.”
She made a droll55 little mouth at him, and he went on:
“Yes, it is very strange. I cannot pretend to account for it, but you do undoubtedly56 form an exception to what would otherwise be a universal rule. The thought of other women earning their own living fills me with joy. I am fascinated by it, I assure you. I feel like bursting into song at the barest suggestion of the idea. But this very excess of reverence57 for the general principle begets58 a corresponding vehemence59 of feeling about the one solitary60 exception. That is in accordance with a natural law. Surely you respect natural laws? Well, the vaguest adumbration61 of an idea of your doing things for yourself convulses me with rage. The notion that my right to take entire charge of you is disputed seems monstrous62 and abominable63 to me. It is a denial of my mission on earth, and I am bound to combat it with all my powers.”
Vestalia smiled. “I see what you mean. You are just an old prehistoric64 savage65 like the rest of your sex. Your one idea is to drag a woman off into your cave and keep her there, with a big rock rolled up in front of the door when you’re away.”
“I would not have you disparage66 the primitive67 instincts,” urged Mosscrop, with an air of solemnity. “My word for it, we should be an extraordinarily68 uninteresting lot without them. They are the abiding69 bone and flesh and muscle of humanity, upon which it pleases each foolish generation in turn to stretch its own thin, trivial pelt70 of fashionable convention. My desire to seize you, and drag you off to my own cave, and make a life’s business of keeping you there, always beautiful, always happy, always replenishing the well-spring of joy in my existence—you choose that as something typical of the primeval man surviving within me. Let me tell you, sweet little Vestalia, that the human mind would cease tomorrow from its eternal wistful dream of progress if it were not for the hope that advancing civilisation71 will bring improved facilities for that sort of thing. The world would wilt72, and curl up like a sapless leaf, and drop from its solar stem into gaseous73 space, if that anticipation74 were taken away. The race keeps itself going only by cherishing the faith that sometime, somewhere in the golden future, this planet will be arranged so that the right woman will always get into the right cave. That is what people mean when they speak of the millennium75.”
“That is all very well,” said Vestalia, “but it deals with everything from the man’s point of view. Consider the other side of the case. What do you say to the woman’s disinclination for cave-life—is that not entitled to respect?”
“Possibly,” answered David, reflectively—“if one were able to believe in it.”
The waiter entered at this point with a burdened tray in his arms, and Vestalia took up the wine list. “Which is it that we had—that in the lovely high green bottles, with arms like a vase?” she asked Mosscrop. “We must have the same again.”
“You have told me nothing as yet,” said David, reproachfully, when they were alone again, “of all the thousand things I long to know.”
“It is so hard to tell,” she explained, with hesitation76. “That is, there are things that I am supposed not to tell to anybody, at present, at least. And as for what I ought not to tell you—why I have been instructed to avoid you altogether. I was even told not to write you—but I did all the same—just once.”
David took a crumpled77 envelope from an inner pocket over his heart, held it up for her inspection78, and replaced it. But even as he did so sombre shadows began to gather on his face. He laid down his knife and fork, and, biting his lips, looked out of the window.
Vestalia swiftly recalled gruesome associations with that look. She stretched forth79 her hand, and laid it on his arm. “You mustn’t look out there,” she protested. “It has a bad effect on you. Look me in the face instead—please!”
He shook his head impatiently, and stared with dogged, blinking eyes at the opposite roofs. “You don’t realise what it has all meant to me,” he said at last, his gaze still averted80. The quaver in his voice profoundly affected81 the girl.
“Listen to me—David,” she said, with something of his pathos82 reflected in her tone. “Turn and look at me. I haven’t the heart for even a moment of misunderstanding today. There isn’t anything on earth I won’t tell you. But you must look at me!”
He slowly obeyed her, and she saw that there were tears in his eyes. “But apparently83 there are things which it would be merciful not to tell me,” he said, struggling for an instant for composure. Then his brows knitted themselves, and flashes played in the darkness of his glance. “Who forbids you this or that?” he demanded, the angry metallic84 growl85 rising in his voice. “Four days ago you were all alone in the world! You told me so! In detail you assured me of your isolation86. What are you talking about now? You speak of receiving instructions—to avoid me altogether, to write no letter to me! Oh, I ask for no explanations——” he went on stormily, pushing back his chair to rise from the table—“don’t think I claim any right to question you. But I find myself mistaken, that is all! I am a silly duffer at a game of this sort. I take things in earnest, while the others are laughing in their sleeves. Well, I’ve had my lesson. Before God, I’ll never——”
Vestalia screamed at him. She had half-risen in her place, gazing with bewildered, affrighted eyes, till some vague inkling of his meaning dawned upon her brain. “Foolish David! Foolish!” she cried aloud now. “Stop it! Stop it! You don’t know what you’re saying! Keep still, and let me talk to you!”
She bent across the table, and peremptorily87 shook his shoulder to enforce her words. “You’re all wrong!” she clamoured, as his tempest of wrathful words subsided88. Upon the silence which followed she implanted firmly the added comment: “Oh, you goose!”
He looked up sullenly89 to her, as she stood now erect—and, meeting the glance in her eyes, felt himself clinging to it. There was for him the effect of sunshine in it—of clouds parted, of radiance and calm restored about him. Breathing hard, he gazed into her face, and came somehow to know from what he saw in it that he had been making a fool of himself. This perception assumed sharp outlines in his mind before she had spoken a word.
“Now, will you behave yourself, and listen to me?” she demanded, with austerity. His shattered aspect of contrition90 was a sufficient answer, and she seated herself confidently. “Now I will explain things to you—although you don’t deserve it in the very least,” she began, in formal tones. “To commence with, you remember that American father and daughter that we met at the Museum, down in the basement?—well, it happened that—happened that—Oh, my poor boy, how could you think so stupidly of me?”
David had drawn up to his place again. He held Vestalia’s hands in his at this juncture91, somehow, and the enchanted92 table narrowed itself until there was no barrier of space between their lips.
The little kiss sweetened the air. The two, even while they exchanged a glance of shy surprise, thought of it with reverence. They instinctively gave to its contemplation a moment of tender silence.
“How shrewd you were in discerning my leaven93 of savagery,” he remarked at last. “Or leaven? we’d better say principal ingredient!”
“I like you that way,” said Vestalia, quietly.
He smiled at her in dreamy incredulity. “I wonder if you do,” he mused34. “They say women do like men who beat them. The police courts seem to support the idea. But there is a difficulty, you see. If you liked me because I behaved badly to you, then I should dislike you on precisely94 that account. So you mustn’t suggest approbation95. No, I was very rude and stupid, and I am profoundly ashamed of myself. I should be ashamed to offer an excuse, too, if it were not just the one it is. I happen to be head over heels in love with you, dear little lady.”
“And precisely what is that an excuse for?” demanded the girl, with a fine show of ingenuous96 calm.
“For letting my luncheon97 get cold,” he replied, taking up his fork.
With the laughter of pleased children, they resumed the broken course of the meal.
“It doesn’t begin to be as nice as your breakfast,” she commented after a little.
“I don’t think it is a day for things to eat,” he said, pushing the plate aside. “I want to do nothing but just look at you—perhaps talk a little—but hear you talk much more. I am conscious of an indefinite hunger for the mere54 visual charm of you, sitting there opposite me. It seems as if it would take years to satisfy that alone. Do you know that you are very beautiful, dear, in your new clothes?”
She regarded his face with a keen, almost anxious glance, before she let the softer look dominate her own. “I am going to hurry to tell you where I got them,” she said. “They are the gift of my uncle—my father’s brother. This was what I was beginning to explain when—when you got so unhappy.”
“Yes—that is the merciful word—unhappy,” he assented98, with gratitude99. “I have been deeply out of sorts—mentally—since I lost you that night. There is a special devil inside of me, Vestalia, who sometimes lies low for long periods, and hardly reminds me of his existence, but since last Thursday he has been out on the war-path, night and day. My nerves are stretched like fiddle-strings, just with the effort of holding him. The sight of you is death to him, dear. He is gone now—clean out of existence. And while you stay, he won’t return. But the wretch100 has left me tired and a little tremulous. I want to rest myself by just looking at you.”
She, smiling with demure101 pleasure at his speech and his look, related to him briefly102 the story of the Skinner pedigree. “It occurred to me the minute I woke up in the early morning,” she declared. “I shall always believe that I really dreamed it first. Are you interested in dreams?”
“Oh immensely—at the time.”
“No; but there is something in them. I assure you, the idea never entered my head the day we met them. But before I was fairly awake next morning, lo, there it was, all worked out. The old gentleman was politeness itself. He came down immediately, when I sent my note upstairs. When I told him about wanting to make a pedigree of the Skinners, the notion appealed to him at once. Then I told him about something else, and that appealed to him a good deal more.”
Vestalia paused here, and began to regard her companion with signs of diminishing confidence. “I can’t go any farther without making a most humiliating confession103 to you,” she faltered104.
“Then don’t go any farther, I beseech105 you,” he answered. “Truly, I do not find myself stirred very much by this entire demonstration106 of your ability to do things off your own bat. It is independent and praiseworthy and all that, no doubt, but I still have a lingering feeling that you ought to have stayed to breakfast, you know, and left mere commercial details to me. And I certainly shrink from humiliating confessions107. Skip the unpleasant parts. We will have no skeletons at our feast to-day.”
“Ah, but they can’t be skipped,” sighed Vestalia. She drew nearer to him, across the table, and lowered her voice. “I foolishly told you some things that were not so—that first morning,” she confided108 in doleful tones. “It was a kind of romance about myself that I had built up in my own mind, and without much thought I gave it to you as truth. So long as I kept it to myself it did no harm; it even made life easier and more endurable for me, like a poor child making-believe that she and her rag doll are princesses. But it was different to tell you. My father was not a French gentleman. He was not an officer, and he wasn’t killed in a duel109. He was never in France any more than I was. My mother was Scotch110, but she did not belong to any noble or wealthy family. She did not leave any family jewels with a crest111 on them, and no one cheated her out of a private fortune, because she never had such a thing. It was just my individual fairyland that I described to you as real. I didn’t even tell you my true name.” David smiled solace112 upon her distressed113 aspect “You speak as if it were of importance. Dear child, do we value a rare and beautiful lily the less, because the gardener has put the wrong label on it by mistake? Tut—tut! Names and lineage and all that—it is the idlest stuff on earth to me. The story that you told me was pleasant in my ears only because it came from your lips. The discovery now that it was all yours—that it was not the mere recital114 of dull facts, but was the child of your own inner imaginings—why that only makes it the more delightful115 to me. I simply gave it store-room in my memory before; I love it now—and at the same time I find I have quite forgotten it. There is a paradox116 for you!”
Vestalia essayed a smile through her tears. “You are always kinder than even I expect you to be,” she faltered; “but I did tell you a—a story, and by rights you should be very angry with me.”
David laughed. “Hans Christian117 Andersen told me many stories, but I worshipped him increasingly to the end. Dear lady, the stories are the only veritable things in life. The alleged118 realities of existence pass by us, or roll over us, and leave us colourless and empty. The genuine possessions of our souls—the things that shape and decorate and furnish our spiritual habitations—are the things that never happened. I note a twinkle in your eye. You fancy that I have said an inept119 thing. You think that I shall have to go back and explain that at least what has happened to us forms an exception to the rule. Ah, sweet little Vestalia, have you forgotten your own remark, here in this very room? ‘It isn’t like real life at all,’ you said; ‘it is the way things happen in fairy tales.’ I take my stand upon that definition. We have deliberately120 repudiated121 what are described as the realities of life. We discard them, cut them dead, decline to have anything whatever to do with them. We declare that it is fairyland that we are living in, and that we refuse to come out of it to the end of our days.”
Vestalia gazed into his eyes with wistful tenderness. “To the end of our days!” she murmured softly, wonderingly. Then she recalled the task still unfinished. “I took the name of Peaussier,” she forced herself to continue, “because it was a translation of my own name. I looked in the dictionary, and found that it was the French for Skinner.”
David lifted his brows. “You don’t mean——” he began, confusedly.
“Yes;” she forestalled122 his question. “The old gentleman at the Savoy is my father’s own brother. My father was Abram Skinner. He was not a lucky man, or, in his later years, a very nice man either. He was always poor, and toward the end he was in other troubles too. My home was a thing to shudder123 at the recollection of. I ran away from it after mother died, and he’s gone, too, now. I changed the name, to wash my hands of the whole miserable124 thing. And then to think of the wonderful chance—to stumble upon my own uncle, a man of fortune and education, and the kindest heart alive—is it not the most extraordinary thing that ever happened in this world?”
“Very possibly it might be regarded as extraordinary—out in the so-called world,” David assented, reflectively. “But it is just the thing that would be expected in fairyland. Yes, it seems, on the face of it, a beneficent occurrence. It is good for you to be seized and possessed of a rich uncle—from some points of view. But from others—a doubt suggests itself, Vestalia, whether your uncle is well-affected toward the fairies. Standard Oil does not lend itself without an effort to the fantastic. What if your uncle beckons125 you to come forth from fairyland?”
“And leave you behind—is that what you mean?” asked Vestalia, slowly. “That would depend—depend on how much you wanted me to stay.”
David put out his left hand to take hers, where it lay upon the cloth. With his right he drew out his watch. “The name Skinner,” he said, “is all right for the folk at the Savoy. It is not a suitable name for you. I sympathise fully1 with your impulse to abandon it. The expedient126 which you adopted was, no doubt, the best that offered itself at the moment, but I think I know a better. I must leave you now, and hurry into the City. This is Monday. Dear love, on Thursday I claim the whole day from you. We will breakfast here at eight—it is not too early, is it?—or say rather that at just eight I will come and find you on Westminster Bridge. The day must begin there, mustn’t it? And—strangely enough—Thursday is in a sort another birthday of mine.”
“And of mine too?” she asked, with a light in her eyes.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
fully
|
|
| adv.完全地，全部地，彻底地；充分地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
strand
|
|
| vt.使（船）搁浅，使（某人）困于（某地） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
prospect
|
|
| n.前景，前途；景色，视野 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
repelled
|
|
| v.击退( repel的过去式和过去分词 )；使厌恶；排斥；推开 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
westward
|
|
| n.西方，西部；adj.西方的，向西的；adv.向西 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
instinctively
|
|
| adv.本能地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
poised
|
|
| a.摆好姿势不动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
haze
|
|
| n.霾，烟雾；懵懂，迷糊；vi.(over)变模糊 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
soothe
|
|
| v.安慰；使平静；使减轻；缓和；奉承 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
serenity
|
|
| n.宁静，沉着，晴朗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
majestic
|
|
| adj.雄伟的，壮丽的，庄严的，威严的，崇高的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
chide
|
|
| v.叱责；谴责 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
bosom
|
|
| n.胸，胸部；胸怀；内心；adj.亲密的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
grandeur
|
|
| n.伟大，崇高，宏伟，庄严，豪华 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
rebuked
|
|
| 责难或指责( rebuke的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
vista
|
|
| n.远景，深景，展望，回想 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
momentary
|
|
| adj.片刻的，瞬息的；短暂的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
pedestrians
|
|
| n.步行者( pedestrian的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
tranquil
|
|
| adj. 安静的, 宁静的, 稳定的, 不变的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
possessed
|
|
| adj.疯狂的；拥有的，占有的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
tremor
|
|
| n.震动，颤动，战栗，兴奋，地震 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
disturbance
|
|
| n.动乱，骚动；打扰，干扰；(身心)失调 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
luminous
|
|
| adj.发光的，发亮的；光明的；明白易懂的；有启发的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
raptures
|
|
| 极度欢喜( rapture的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
kindled
|
|
| （使某物）燃烧，着火( kindle的过去式和过去分词 )； 激起（感情等）； 发亮，放光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
glamour
|
|
| n.魔力，魅力；vt.迷住 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
lengthened
|
|
| （时间或空间）延长，伸长( lengthen的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
thither
|
|
| adv.向那里；adj.在那边的，对岸的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
sumptuous
|
|
| adj.豪华的，奢侈的，华丽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
murmur
|
|
| n.低语，低声的怨言；v.低语，低声而言 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
cadence
|
|
| n.（说话声调的）抑扬顿挫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
mused
|
|
| v.沉思，冥想( muse的过去式和过去分词 )；沉思自语说（某事） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
mellow
|
|
| adj.柔和的；熟透的；v.变柔和；(使)成熟 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
drawn
|
|
| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
joyous
|
|
| adj.充满快乐的；令人高兴的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
insistence
|
|
| n.坚持；强调；坚决主张 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
boundless
|
|
| adj.无限的；无边无际的；巨大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
boon
|
|
| n.恩赐，恩物，恩惠 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
mishaps
|
|
| n.轻微的事故，小的意外( mishap的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
ass
|
|
| n.驴；傻瓜，蠢笨的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
phantom
|
|
| n.幻影，虚位，幽灵；adj.错觉的，幻影的，幽灵的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
banter
|
|
| n.嘲弄，戏谑；v.取笑，逗弄，开玩笑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
erred
|
|
| 犯错误，做错事( err的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
deferring
|
|
| v.拖延，延缓，推迟( defer的现在分词 )；服从某人的意愿，遵从 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
gaily
|
|
| adv.欢乐地，高兴地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
defiance
|
|
| n.挑战，挑衅，蔑视，违抗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
motives
|
|
| n.动机，目的( motive的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
desolate
|
|
| adj.荒凉的，荒芜的；孤独的，凄凉的；v.使荒芜，使孤寂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
dread
|
|
| vt.担忧，忧虑；惧怕，不敢；n.担忧，畏惧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
hospitable
|
|
| adj.好客的；宽容的；有利的，适宜的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
drenching
|
|
| n.湿透v.使湿透( drench的现在分词 )；在某人（某物）上大量使用（某液体） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
mere
|
|
| adj.纯粹的；仅仅，只不过 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
droll
|
|
| adj.古怪的，好笑的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
undoubtedly
|
|
| adv.确实地，无疑地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
reverence
|
|
| n.敬畏，尊敬，尊严；Reverence:对某些基督教神职人员的尊称；v.尊敬，敬畏，崇敬 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
begets
|
|
| v.为…之生父( beget的第三人称单数 )；产生，引起 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
vehemence
|
|
| n.热切；激烈；愤怒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
solitary
|
|
| adj.孤独的，独立的，荒凉的；n.隐士 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
adumbration
|
|
| n.预示，预兆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
62
monstrous
|
|
| adj.巨大的；恐怖的；可耻的，丢脸的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
abominable
|
|
| adj.可厌的，令人憎恶的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
prehistoric
|
|
| adj.（有记载的）历史以前的，史前的，古老的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
savage
|
|
| adj.野蛮的；凶恶的，残暴的；n.未开化的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
disparage
|
|
| v.贬抑，轻蔑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
primitive
|
|
| adj.原始的；简单的；n.原(始)人，原始事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
extraordinarily
|
|
| adv.格外地；极端地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
abiding
|
|
| adj.永久的，持久的，不变的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
pelt
|
|
| v.投掷，剥皮，抨击，开火 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
civilisation
|
|
| n.文明，文化，开化，教化 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
wilt
|
|
| v.(使)植物凋谢或枯萎；(指人)疲倦，衰弱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
gaseous
|
|
| adj.气体的，气态的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
anticipation
|
|
| n.预期，预料，期望 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
millennium
|
|
| n.一千年，千禧年；太平盛世 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
hesitation
|
|
| n.犹豫，踌躇 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
crumpled
|
|
| adj. 弯扭的, 变皱的 动词crumple的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
inspection
|
|
| n.检查，审查，检阅 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
averted
|
|
| 防止，避免( avert的过去式和过去分词 )； 转移 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
affected
|
|
| adj.不自然的，假装的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
pathos
|
|
| n.哀婉，悲怆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
apparently
|
|
| adv.显然地；表面上，似乎 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
metallic
|
|
| adj.金属的；金属制的；含金属的；产金属的；像金属的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
growl
|
|
| v.（狗等）嗥叫，（炮等）轰鸣；n.嗥叫，轰鸣 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
isolation
|
|
| n.隔离，孤立，分解，分离 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
peremptorily
|
|
| adv.紧急地，不容分说地，专横地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
subsided
|
|
| v.（土地）下陷（因在地下采矿）( subside的过去式和过去分词 )；减弱；下降至较低或正常水平；一下子坐在椅子等上 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
sullenly
|
|
| 不高兴地，绷着脸，忧郁地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
contrition
|
|
| n.悔罪，痛悔 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
juncture
|
|
| n.时刻，关键时刻，紧要关头 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
enchanted
|
|
| adj. 被施魔法的，陶醉的，入迷的 动词enchant的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
93
leaven
|
|
| v.使发酵；n.酵母；影响 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
94
precisely
|
|
| adv.恰好，正好，精确地，细致地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
95
approbation
|
|
| n.称赞；认可 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
96
ingenuous
|
|
| adj.纯朴的，单纯的；天真的；坦率的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
97
luncheon
|
|
| n.午宴，午餐，便宴 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
98
assented
|
|
| 同意，赞成( assent的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
99
gratitude
|
|
| adj.感激，感谢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
100
wretch
|
|
| n.可怜的人，不幸的人；卑鄙的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
101
demure
|
|
| adj.严肃的；端庄的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
102
briefly
|
|
| adv.简单地，简短地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
103
confession
|
|
| n.自白，供认，承认 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
104
faltered
|
|
| （嗓音）颤抖( falter的过去式和过去分词 )； 支吾其词； 蹒跚； 摇晃 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
105
beseech
|
|
| v.祈求，恳求 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
106
demonstration
|
|
| n.表明，示范，论证，示威 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
107
confessions
|
|
| n.承认( confession的名词复数 )；自首；声明；（向神父的）忏悔 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
108
confided
|
|
| v.吐露（秘密，心事等）( confide的过去式和过去分词 )；（向某人）吐露（隐私、秘密等） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
109
duel
|
|
| n./v.决斗；(双方的)斗争 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
110
scotch
|
|
| n.伤口，刻痕；苏格兰威士忌酒；v.粉碎，消灭，阻止；adj.苏格兰(人)的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
111
crest
|
|
| n.顶点；饰章；羽冠；vt.达到顶点；vi.形成浪尖 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
112
solace
|
|
| n.安慰；v.使快乐；vt.安慰(物)，缓和 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
113
distressed
|
|
| 痛苦的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
114
recital
|
|
| n.朗诵，独奏会，独唱会 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
115
delightful
|
|
| adj.令人高兴的，使人快乐的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
116
paradox
|
|
| n.似乎矛盾却正确的说法；自相矛盾的人(物) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
117
Christian
|
|
| adj.基督教徒的；n.基督教徒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
118
alleged
|
|
| a.被指控的，嫌疑的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
119
inept
|
|
| adj.不恰当的，荒谬的，拙劣的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
120
deliberately
|
|
| adv.审慎地；蓄意地；故意地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
121
repudiated
|
|
| v.（正式地）否认( repudiate的过去式和过去分词 )；拒绝接受；拒绝与…往来；拒不履行（法律义务） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
122
forestalled
|
|
| v.先发制人，预先阻止( forestall的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
123
shudder
|
|
| v.战粟，震动，剧烈地摇晃；n.战粟，抖动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
124
miserable
|
|
| adj.悲惨的，痛苦的；可怜的，糟糕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
125
beckons
|
|
| v.（用头或手的动作）示意，召唤( beckon的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
126
expedient
|
|
| adj.有用的，有利的；n.紧急的办法，权宜之计 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |