Harriet watched him with keen joy, and deep in her heart a secret hope began to slowly grow.
The day she sailed he refused to go with her to the pier2.
"Why Jim, you must come with me!" she protested.
"No, I can't, little pal3. Sit down at your piano now and sing my favourite song and I'll say goodbye here."
"But why?" she pleaded.
"I'm not quite sure how I would behave in public."
Without a word she took off her gloves, sat down at the piano and sung in low tones of melting tenderness. When the last note died away, he rose quietly, came to her side, and took her hand.
"I never knew, little girl, how my life has grown into yours until I'm about to lose you."
"But you're not going to lose me. Remember I'm coming back to sing for you before thousands. And I'm going to make you proud of me."
"I couldn't know how deeply and tenderly I love you, child, until this moment when I'm about to say goodbye."
The little figure was very still. Her eyes drooped4 and her lips trembled pathetically. She knew that he had said too much to mean a great deal. He had spoken of his love for her as a "child," when long ago the child had grown into the tragic6 figure of a woman who had learned to wait and suffer in silence.
She tried to speak and her voice failed. Her hand began to tremble in his.
She turned and faced him with a smile, pressing his hand. The cab was at the door and her father calling from below.
"Goodbye, Jim," she said tenderly.
"Goodbye to the dearest little chum God ever sent to cheer a lonely unhappy man's soul."
A sob7 stilled his voice and she turned her face away to hide her tears.
He still clung to her hand.
"It's been a long time," he said hesitatingly, "since you've kissed me, girlie; just one for remembrance!"
With a quick movement she drew her hand away and started with a laugh toward the door.
"No, Jim, I'm afraid I'm getting too old for that now."
He made no reply but stepped to her side and grasped her hand.
"Then again, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
He pressed her hand to his lips.
The slender body quivered and her face flushed scarlet8. She hurried down the steps to the cab, turned and threw him a kiss.
He watched the cab roll down Fourth Street toward the pier while a great wave of loneliness overwhelmed him.
He slowly climbed the stairs toward his room, and passed the door of Harriet's on the way. It was open and he looked in expecting her to appear suddenly before him with a smile on her serene9 little face. He noted10 how neat and tidy she had left her nest; not a sign of confusion, the floor swept clean, everything in its place and the bed made with scrupulous11 care. The whole place breathed the perfume of her sunny character.
On the mantel he saw a love letter she had written to her father.
"How thoughtful of the little darling," he exclaimed. "God knows he'll need it to-night."
He hurried to his own room with the hope that she might have left one for him. He searched his mantel and bureau in vain and had just given up with a sigh when his eye rested on a card fastened over the old-fashioned grate in the fire place. His hand trembled as he read it:
"Dear Jim:
"I shall miss you dreadfully, in the strange world beyond the seas. When you sit here and look into your fire I hope you'll see the face of your little pal in the picture sometimes.
"Harriet."
He kissed the card and placed it in his pocket-book.
At night the doctor was not at home. He rapped on his door next morning and got no answer.
The girl said he had spent the night out—she didn't know where.
As Stuart was about to leave for his office the doctor entered. His bloodshot eyes were sunken deep behind his brows, his face haggard and his shoulders drooped. Stuart knew he had tramped the streets all night in a stupor12 of hopeless misery13.
He stared at the young lawyer as if he didn't recognize him and then said feebly:
"Don't go yet, my boy, wait a few moments. I just want to know that you're here."
Stuart took his outstretched hand, and led him into the library. "I know why you tramped the streets; the old house is very lonely."
The father placed his hand on his head, exclaiming:
"I never knew what loneliness meant before!" The big hand fell in a gesture of despair. "It's dark and cold, I'm slipping down into a bottomless pit. There's not a soul in heaven or earth or hell to whom I can cry for help or pity."
Stuart pressed his hand.
"I understand. I'm younger than you, Doctor, but I, too, have walked that way, the via dolorosa alone."
The older man glared at him with a wild look in his eyes.
"But you don't understand; that's what's the matter, and I can't tell you. I'm alone, I tell you, alone in a world of cold and darkness."
"No, no," Stuart interrupted soothingly14. "You're just all in; you must go to bed and sleep. Go at once, and you'll find something to cheer you in the little girl's room, a love letter for you."
"Yes," he asked, the light slowly returning to his eyes, "a love letter from my baby?"
"I saw it there after she left. Read it and go to sleep. I'll see you to-night."
"Yes, yes, of course, my boy, that's what's the matter with me. I'm just all in for the lack of sleep. I've been raving15 half the time, I think. I'll go to bed at once."
When Stuart returned early from his work in the afternoon he found a group of forlorn women and children standing16 beside the stoop. A pale, elfish-looking boy of ten, whose face appeared to be five years older, sat on the lower step crying.
"What's the matter, kiddie?" he asked kindly17.
"I wants de doctor—me mudder's sick. She'll croak18 before mornin' ef he don't come—dey all want him." He waved his little dirty hand toward the others. "He ain't come around no more for a week. The goil says we can't see him, he's asleep."
"I'll tell him you're here. The doctor's been ill himself."
The boy rose quickly and doffed19 his ragged20 cap.
"Tank ye, boss."
He urged the doctor to go at once to see his patients. The work he loved would restore his spirits. He was dumfounded at the answer he received.
"Tell them to go away," he said with a frown. "I can't see them to-day. I may never be able to see them again."
"Come, come, Doctor, pull yourself together and go. I'll go with you. It's the best medicine you can take."
He answered angrily:
"No, no! I'm in no mood to work. I couldn't help them. I'd poison and kill them all, feeling as I do to-day. A physician can't heal the sick unless there's healing in his own soul. I'd bring death not life into their homes. Tell them to go away!"
Stuart emptied his pockets of all the money he had in a desperate effort to break their disappointment.
"The doctor's too ill to see you, now," he explained. "He sent this money for you and hopes it will help you over the worst until he can come."
He divided the money among them and they looked at it with dull disappointment. They were glad to get it, but what they needed more than the money was the hope and strength of their friend's presence. They left with dragging feet and Stuart returned to the doctor's room determined21 not to leave until he knew the secret of his collapse22.
From the haggard face and feverish23 eyes he knew he hadn't slept yet. He had gotten up at one o'clock and dressed. The lunch which the maid had brought to his room was on the table by his bed, untouched.
The young lawyer softly closed the door and sat down. The older man gazed at him in a dull stupor.
"Doctor," Stuart began gently. "I've known you for about fifteen years. You're the only father I've had in this big town, and you've been a good one. You've been acting24 strangely for the past two weeks. You're in trouble."
"The greatest trouble that can come to any human soul," was the bitter answer.
"Haven't I won the right to your confidence and friendship in such an hour?"
"My trouble, boy, is beyond the help of friends."
"Nonsense," Stuart answered cheerfully. "Shake off the blues25. What's wrong? Do you need money?"
The doctor broke into a discordant26 laugh.
"No. I've just sent Harriet abroad. I've some money laid away that will last a year or two until she is earning a good salary. What gave you the idea?"
The last question he asked with sudden sharp energy.
"Actions that indicate a strain greater than you can bear."
"No, you're mistaken," he answered roughly. "I can bear it all right." He paused and his eyes stared at the ceiling as he groaned27: "I've got to bear it; what's the use to whine28?"
Stuart stepped close and slipped his arm about the stalwart figure. His voice was tender with a man's deep feeling.
"Come, Doctor, you're not fooling me. I've known you too long. There's only one man on earth for whom I'd do as much as I would for you—my own gray-haired father down South. You've been everything to me one man could be to another during the past fifteen years. You have given me a home, the love of a big tender heart, and the wise counsel of tried friendship. If there's anything that I have and you need, it's yours before you ask it, to the last dollar I possess. Come now—tell me what's the trouble?"
Stuart could feel the big form sway and tremble under the stress of overwhelming emotion, and his arm pressed a little closer. And then the tension suddenly broke.
The doctor sank into a chair and looked up with a helpless stare.
"Yes, Jim, I will—I'll—tell—you."
He gasped29 and choked, paused, pulled himself together and cried:
"I must tell somebody or jump out of that window and dash my brains out!"
When the paroxysm of emotion had spent itself, he drew a deep sigh and began to speak in broken accents.
"I was in trouble for money, my boy, in the deepest trouble."
"And you didn't let me know!" Stuart interrupted reproachfully.
"How could I? I was proud and sensitive. I had taught you high ideals. How could the teacher come to his pupil and say, 'I've failed.' My theories were beautiful, but they don't work in life. And so I struggled on until I waked one day to find that I was getting old, that I had gone to war to fight other men's battles and had left my loved one at home to perish. The first hideous30 sense of failure crept over me and paralyzed soul and body with fear. I was becoming a pauper31. You see I had always believed that a man who poured out his life for others could not fail. And then I—who had given, given, given, always given my time, my money, my soul, and body—waked to find that I was sucked dry, that I was played out, that I was bankrupt in money, bankrupt in life! The great love I had borne the world suddenly grew faint under the sense of loneliness and failure. And I gave up. I withdrew my suit and determined to throw myself on the generosity32 of the man who owed his wealth and power to the start I had given him, the man who destroyed my business and wrecked33 my fortune. He had made me two offers that seemed generous when I recalled them. I judged his character by my own and I went to his house the night of that ball without invitation."
The doctor's voice broke and he paused. And then with the tears streaming down his cheeks unchecked, his accents broken with unrestrained sobs34 he told the story of his meeting with Bivens, of his abject35 pleading when he had thrown pride to the winds, of the cruel and brutal36 taunts37, and the last beastly insult when the millionaire boasted of his squandering38 of millions and rejoiced that he could flaunt39 this in the face of his suffering and humiliation40.
"And then, boy," the broken man moaned, "he left me with a sneer41 and told me to stroll over his palace and enjoy the evening. That I would find his wife wearing a pearl necklace which cost a half million and jewelled slippers42 worth enough to finish my baby's education, but that he would see us both to the bottom of hell before I could have one penny."
Again the doctor's voice sank into a strangling sob. When he lifted his head his eyes were glittering with a strange light.
"And then," he went on with quivering voice, "I began to see things red. The lust43 of blood was beating in every stroke of my heart. In vivid flashes of blasphemous44 fury I saw life from a new point of view. I began to ask where God lived that such things could be in his world. I saw the bruised45 bodies of my fellow beings flung before such men as Bivens and ground to dust. I saw the lies that pass for truth, the low fights for gain at the cost of blood and tears, the deeds that laugh at shame and honour, and gloating over it all the brutal glory of success. I determined to kill the little wretch46 as I would stamp on a snake. And then I saw my baby standing near. My hand grew limp. I felt that I must save her first and then die if need be. I felt for the first time the cunning of the elemental man, the force that gave him food and shelter for himself and babies before the laws of property had come to rule the world. I reached out my hand and took by cunning what belonged to me by right."
Again he paused and looked into Stuart's face with a hopeless stare.
"I—stole—a—case—of—jewels!"
Stuart sprang to his feet with an exclamation47 of horror.
"You—did—what!"
"Yes," the doctor went on hoarsely48. "I stole a case of his jewels, and sent my girl abroad. I'm going to plead guilty now and go to prison. I shall never again lift my head in the haunts of men."
Stuart sobbed49 in anguish50.
"You see, boy, I failed when put to the test. It doesn't make any difference about my reputation. Character only counts, and I'm a thief."
"Shut up!" Stuart cried fiercely, seizing his arm. "Don't say that again and don't talk so loudly. Whatever you did, you were insane when you did it."
"No, I had just failed," the older man insisted in dull tones, "failed in all save one thing. I've done that, at least. And I didn't forget my honour. I used it for my purpose. I did as old Palissy the great mad potter. To get the heat required to perfect his greatest work of art, you know he broke the last piece of furniture in his house and thrust it into his furnace. So I threw my honour into the flames of hell to save my little girl's voice. Maybe it was a mistake. I don't know. I couldn't think then. I only know now that life is impossible any more, and I'm ready to go. You can send me to prison at once, Jim, I'd rather you would do it, for I know that you love me and at least no unkind word will fall from your lips before I receive my sentence. I'll make no fight. I'm glad I don't have to say all this to a stranger. You can send me up the river at once. I'm glad you are the district attorney."
"But I'm not. I resigned my office this morning."
"Resigned?" The doctor asked in dazed surprise.
"Yes, to go into business for myself. I had only another month to serve. You're not going to prison if I can help it."
"But I don't want you to help it. It's the only place to go now—you see, boy, I can't live with myself any more! Besides I'm old and played out; the world don't need me any longer."
"Well, I need you," Stuart broke in, "and you're not going to give up this fight as long as I'm here."
"I'm a failure; it's no use."
"But you've forgotten some things," the younger man said tenderly. "You've helped to make my life what it is—you haven't failed in that. You gave your blood to your country when she needed it—-you didn't fail in that. You have forgotten the thousands you have helped, the hope and cheer and inspiration that passed into their lives through yours. Failure sometimes means success. The greatest failure of all the ages perhaps was Jesus Christ. Deserted51 and denied by his own disciples52, scoffed53 at, spit on and beaten by his enemies, crucified between two thieves, crying in anguish and despair to the God who had forsaken54 him; yet this friendless crucified peasant who failed, has conquered the world at last."
Stuart paused and looked at the older man sharply.
"Are you listening, Doctor?" he asked, seizing his arm. "Did you hear what I just said to you?"
He turned his head stupidly.
"Hear what? No, I can't hear anything. Jim, except a devil that follows me everywhere, day and night, and whispers in my ear—'thief! thief!' It's no use. I'm done."
"Well I'm not done. I've just begun. You are not going to give up and you're not going to prison. We'll go to Bivens's house to-night. We'll tell him the truth. We'll return the value of his jewels. I'll get the money to make good what you owe him——" his voice broke.
"Oh, why, why, why didn't you let me know; but what's the use to ask, it's done now!"
"Yes, it's done and it can't be undone55," the older man interrupted hopelessly.
"But it can and it will be undone. I've influence with Bivens. He'll drop the matter and no one on earth will know save we three. You can go on with your work among the poor and I'll help you."
"But you don't understand, Jim," the broken man protested, feebly. "I tell you I've given up. I can't take your money, I can't pay. I tell you I've given up. I can't take your money. I can't pay it back."
"You can pay it back, too, if you like. Harriet will be earning thousands of dollars in a few years. Her success is sure."
A faint smile lighted the father's face.
"Her success is sure, isn't it?" he asked with the eagerness of a child. And then the smile slowly faded.
"But I shall not be here to see it."
"Yes you will. I'm running your affairs now, and you've got to do what I say. Get ready. We are going to see Bivens."
"I'll do it if you say so, boy," the doctor answered feebly, "but it's no use. He'll prosecute56 me to the limit of the law."
"He'll do nothing of the kind."
"He will—I know him."
Bivens refused point blank at first to see Woodman and ordered his servant to put him out of the house and ask Stuart to remain for a conference.
Stuart drew from his case a card and wrote a message to Nan.
"Imperative57 that I see Cal at once in the presence of my friend on a matter of grave importance. Please send him down. He is stubborn."
He handed it to the servant and said:
"Take that to Mrs. Bivens."
Bivens came in a few minutes, shook hands cordially with Stuart and ignored Woodman.
"I want to see you alone with the doctor," the young lawyer began, "where we can not possibly be overheard."
The financier's keen eyes looked piercingly from one to the other, and he said curtly58:
"I have nothing to say to this man, but for your sake, all right. Come up to the library."
Once in the room and the door closed the doctor sank listlessly into a chair, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. His deep, sunken, bloodshot eyes were turned within. The outer world no longer made any impression.
Stuart plunged59 at once into his mission.
"Cal, you and I have been friends since boyhood. I'm going to ask my first favour of you to-night."
"For yourself, all right; you've got the answer before you ask it."
"We can't separate our lives from our friends, and I owe much in mine to the man for whom I'm going to speak."
"If you've come to ask me to settle with old Woodman for any imaginary claim he has, you're wasting your breath. I won't hear it. So cut it!"
Bivens spoke5 with quick fierce energy. His words fell sharp and metallic60.
"I'm not asking you to settle any old imaginary claim," the young lawyer went on rapidly, "but a new one that can only appeal to the best that's in you."
"A new one?" Bivens cried in surprise.
"Yes. I needn't recall what passed between you and the doctor the night of the ball."
"No, I've quite a clear recollection of it," Bivens answered grimly.
"Let it be enough to say that the torture you inflicted62 and the sights he saw in your house drove him insane. Hungry, wretched, in despair over his misfortunes and the promise he had given his daughter, whom he loved better than life, in a moment of madness he took a case of your jewels."
"He took that case of jewels?" Bivens cried with excitement.
"Yes."
The little financier broke into a peal61 of laughter, walked over to the chair where the doctor sat, thrust his hands into his pockets and continued to laugh.
"So, that's what you meant by laughing and sneering63 in my face as you left that night, you d——d old hypocrite!"
Stuart suddenly gripped Bivens and spun64 him around in his tracks.
"That will do now! The doctor is my friend. He's an old broken man to-night and he's under my protection. He came here at my suggestion and against his protest. I won't stand for this."
"I'll say what I please to a thief."
"Not this one."
Stuart faced the little dark man with a dangerous gleam in his eye. The two men glared at each other for a moment and Bivens threw up his hands in a gesture of disgust.
"Well, what did you come for? To ask me to give him a pension for robbing me of a case of jewels? I've accused every drunken servant in the house of the act. Shall I send one of them to the penitentiary65 and give the real thief a medal for his skill?"
"I only ask that you allow me to return the value of your jewels and drop the whole affair."
Bivens's eyes narrowed and his mouth tightened66 viciously.
"Can the District Attorney of the County of New York compound a felony?"
"I resigned my office this morning."
Bivens tried to seize Stuart's hand, forgetting for a moment the jewels in the bigger announcement which meant the acceptance of his offer.
He spoke in low excited tones.
"Congratulations!"
Stuart waved aside the extended hand with a gesture of annoyance67.
"You'll drop this case, of course, at my request?"
Bivens looked at the bowed figure crouching68 in forlorn indifference69 before him with a smile and replied quickly:
"I will not."
"I told you I'd make good the amount to-morrow morning."
"What the devil do you suppose I want with your money? Five thousand dollars is no more to me than five cents to the average man."
He paused, laughed and again stared at the bowed figure.
"I've waited a long time, old man, but I've got you where I want you now."
The doctor never lifted his head or moved a muscle. His eyes were fixed70 in a senseless stare. Only the body was present. The soul was gone.
"I say I've got you now!" Bivens repeated angrily. "Did you hear me?"
Stuart spoke in low tones:
"My God, Cal, can't you see."
"Five thousand!" Bivens cried exultantly—"It's too easy! The day I see him in a suit of stripes—I've never done such a thing—but I'm going to take a day off and get drunk."
"You are not going to prosecute him?"—Stuart asked incredulously.
"As soon as I can telephone for an officer."
"You don't mean it?"
"Don't I?" The little man spoke fiercely, his black eyes glowing, his hands trembling as they opened and closed as an eagle's claws.
"Look here, Cal."
"It's no use Jim, this is my affair."
"You've asked me to share your affairs."
"Not this one."
"Then to hell with you and all your affairs! I'll fight you to the last ditch"—Stuart's words rang with fierce decision.
Bivens looked at him in amazement71.
"What! For this old fool you'd reject my offer?"
"Yes."
"It's a joke! I see you doing it. Defend him if you like. I'll have good lawyers. I'll enjoy the little scrap72. A fight between us in public just now will be all the better for my first big plans. I'll send him to Sing Sing if it costs me a million!"
Stuart lifted the doctor from his seat and faced Bivens with a look of defiance73. "You needn't trouble for a warrant. He pleads guilty. Your lawyers can fix the day for his sentence and I want you to be there."
"I'll be there, don't you worry!"
"And, Bivens, as you're a good church member, you might read over that passage of scripture74: 'Vengeance75 is mine, I will repay saith the Lord?'"
"Indeed!"
"Yes, I'm going to show you that you're not Almighty76 God though you are the possessor of a hundred million dollars."
"I'll be present at the demonstration77, Jim. Good night!"
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
rambles
|
|
| （无目的地）漫游( ramble的第三人称单数 )； （喻）漫谈； 扯淡； 长篇大论 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
pier
|
|
| n.码头；桥墩，桥柱；[建]窗间壁，支柱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
pal
|
|
| n.朋友，伙伴，同志；vi.结为友 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
drooped
|
|
| 弯曲或下垂，发蔫( droop的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
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： |
|
|
|
|
6
tragic
|
|
| adj.悲剧的，悲剧性的，悲惨的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
sob
|
|
| n.空间轨道的轰炸机；呜咽，哭泣 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
scarlet
|
|
| n.深红色，绯红色，红衣；adj.绯红色的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
serene
|
|
| adj. 安详的，宁静的，平静的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
noted
|
|
| adj.著名的，知名的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
scrupulous
|
|
| adj.审慎的，小心翼翼的，完全的，纯粹的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
stupor
|
|
| v.昏迷；不省人事 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
misery
|
|
| n.痛苦，苦恼，苦难；悲惨的境遇，贫苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
soothingly
|
|
| adv.抚慰地，安慰地；镇痛地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
raving
|
|
| adj.说胡话的；疯狂的，怒吼的；非常漂亮的；令人醉心[痴心]的v.胡言乱语(rave的现在分词)n.胡话；疯话adv.胡言乱语地；疯狂地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
kindly
|
|
| adj.和蔼的，温和的，爽快的；adv.温和地，亲切地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
croak
|
|
| vi.嘎嘎叫，发牢骚 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
doffed
|
|
| v.脱去，（尤指）脱帽( doff的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
ragged
|
|
| adj.衣衫褴褛的，粗糙的，刺耳的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
determined
|
|
| adj.坚定的；有决心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
collapse
|
|
| vi.累倒；昏倒；倒塌；塌陷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
feverish
|
|
| adj.发烧的，狂热的，兴奋的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
acting
|
|
| n.演戏，行为，假装；adj.代理的，临时的，演出用的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
blues
|
|
| n.抑郁，沮丧；布鲁斯音乐 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
discordant
|
|
| adj.不调和的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
groaned
|
|
| v.呻吟( groan的过去式和过去分词 )；发牢骚；抱怨；受苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
whine
|
|
| v.哀号，号哭；n.哀鸣 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
gasped
|
|
| v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 )；喘息；倒抽气；很想要 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
hideous
|
|
| adj.丑陋的，可憎的，可怕的，恐怖的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
pauper
|
|
| n.贫民，被救济者，穷人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
generosity
|
|
| n.大度，慷慨，慷慨的行为 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
wrecked
|
|
| adj.失事的，遇难的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
sobs
|
|
| 啜泣（声），呜咽（声）( sob的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
abject
|
|
| adj.极可怜的，卑屈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
brutal
|
|
| adj.残忍的，野蛮的，不讲理的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
taunts
|
|
| 嘲弄的言语，嘲笑，奚落( taunt的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
squandering
|
|
| v.（指钱，财产等）浪费，乱花( squander的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
flaunt
|
|
| vt.夸耀，夸饰 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
humiliation
|
|
| n.羞辱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
sneer
|
|
| v.轻蔑；嘲笑；n.嘲笑，讥讽的言语 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
slippers
|
|
| n. 拖鞋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
lust
|
|
| n.性(淫)欲；渴(欲)望；vi.对…有强烈的欲望 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
blasphemous
|
|
| adj.亵渎神明的，不敬神的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
bruised
|
|
| [医]青肿的，瘀紫的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
wretch
|
|
| n.可怜的人，不幸的人；卑鄙的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
exclamation
|
|
| n.感叹号，惊呼，惊叹词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
hoarsely
|
|
| adv.嘶哑地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
sobbed
|
|
| 哭泣，啜泣( sob的过去式和过去分词 )； 哭诉，呜咽地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
anguish
|
|
| n.(尤指心灵上的)极度痛苦，烦恼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
deserted
|
|
| adj.荒芜的，荒废的，无人的，被遗弃的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
disciples
|
|
| n.信徒( disciple的名词复数 )；门徒；耶稣的信徒；（尤指）耶稣十二门徒之一 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
scoffed
|
|
| 嘲笑，嘲弄( scoff的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
Forsaken
|
|
| adj. 被遗忘的, 被抛弃的 动词forsake的过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
undone
|
|
| a.未做完的，未完成的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
prosecute
|
|
| vt.告发；进行；vi.告发，起诉，作检察官 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
imperative
|
|
| n.命令，需要；规则；祈使语气；adj.强制的；紧急的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
curtly
|
|
| adv.简短地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
plunged
|
|
| v.颠簸( plunge的过去式和过去分词 )；暴跌；骤降；突降 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
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： |
|
|
|
|
61
peal
|
|
| n.钟声；v.鸣响 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
inflicted
|
|
| 把…强加给，使承受，遭受( inflict的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
sneering
|
|
| 嘲笑的，轻蔑的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
spun
|
|
| v.纺，杜撰，急转身 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
penitentiary
|
|
| n.感化院；监狱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
tightened
|
|
| 收紧( tighten的过去式和过去分词 )； （使）变紧； （使）绷紧； 加紧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
annoyance
|
|
| n.恼怒，生气，烦恼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
crouching
|
|
| v.屈膝，蹲伏( crouch的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
indifference
|
|
| n.不感兴趣，不关心，冷淡，不在乎 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
fixed
|
|
| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
amazement
|
|
| n.惊奇，惊讶 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
scrap
|
|
| n.碎片；废料；v.废弃，报废 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
defiance
|
|
| n.挑战，挑衅，蔑视，违抗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
scripture
|
|
| n.经文，圣书，手稿；Scripture:(常用复数)《圣经》，《圣经》中的一段 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
vengeance
|
|
| n.报复，报仇，复仇 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
almighty
|
|
| adj.全能的，万能的；很大的，很强的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
demonstration
|
|
| n.表明，示范，论证，示威 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |