Lady Malmerstoke welcomed him with a laugh.
"Good even, Philip! Have you brought your papa?"
Philip shook his head.
"He preferred to go to White's with Tom. Jenny, you'll dance with me, will you not? Remember, you promised!"
Jennifer raised her eyes.
"I—I doubt I—cannot. I—I have danced so few times, sir."
"Don't tell me those little feet cannot dance, chérie!"
Jennifer glanced down at them.
Philip offered her his arm.
"I see you are in a very teasing mood, Jenny," he scolded.
Jennifer rose.
"Well, I will—but—oh, I am very nervous! I expect you dance so well."
"I don't think I do, but I am sure you under-rate your dancing. Let us essay each other!"
From across the room Cleone saw them. She promptly4 looked away, but contrived5, nevertheless, to keep an eye on their movements. She saw Philip presently lead Jenny to a chair and sit talking to her. Then he hailed a passing friend and presented him to Jennifer. Cleone watched him walk across the room to a knot of men. He returned to Jennifer with several of them. Unreasoning anger shook Cleone. Why did Philip care what happened to Jennifer? Why was he so assiduous in his attentions? She told herself she was an ill-natured cat, but she was still angry. From Jennifer Philip went to Ann Nutley.
Sir Deryk stopped fanning Cleone.
"There he goes! I declare, Philip Jettan makes love to every pretty woman he meets! Just look at them!"
"Mr. Jettan is a flatterer," she said.
"Always so abominably7 French, too. Mistress Ann seems amused. I believe Jettan is a great favourite with the ladies of Paris."
Suddenly Cleone remembered that duel8 that Philip had fought "over the fair name of some French maid."
"Yes?" she said carelessly. "Of course, he is very handsome."
"Do you think so? Oh, here he comes! Evidently the lovely Ann does not satisfy him.... Your servant, sir!"
Philip smiled and bowed.
"Mademoiselle, may I have the honour of leading you out?" he asked.
Above all, she must not show Philip that she cared what he did.
"I know of a cool withdrawing-room," said Brenderby at once. "Let me take you to it, fairest!"
"It's very kind, Sir Deryk, but I do not think I will go. If I might have a glass of ratafia?" she added plaintively11, looking at Philip.
For once he was backward in responding. Sir Deryk bowed.
"Oh, thank you, sir!" This was not what Cleone wanted at all. "Well, Mr. Jettan, you have not yet fled to Paris?"
Philip sat down beside her.
"No, mademoiselle, not yet. To-night will decide whether I go or stay." His voice was rather stern.
"Indeed? How vastly exciting!"
"Is it not! I am going to ask you a plain question, Cleone. Will you marry me?"
Cleone gasped13 in amazement14. Unreasoning fury shook her. That Philip should dare to come to her straight from the smiles of Ann Nutley! She glanced at him. He was quite solemn. Could it be that he mocked her? She forced herself to speak lightly.
"I can hardly suppose that you are serious, sir!"
"I am in earnest, Cleone, never more so. We have played at cross-purposes long enough."
His voice sent a thrill through her. Almost he was the Philip of Little Fittledean. Cleone forced herself to remember that he was not.
"Cross-purposes, sir? I fail to understand you!"
"Yes? Have you ever been honest with me, Cleone?"
"Have you ever been honest with me, Mr. Jettan?" she said sharply.
"Yes, Cleone. Before you sent me away I was honest with you. When I came back, no. I wished to see whether you wanted me as I was, or as I pretended to be. You foiled me. Now I am again honest with you. I say that I love you, and I want you to be my wife."
"You say that you love me...." Cleone tapped her fan on her knee. "Perhaps you will continue to be honest with me, sir. Am I the only one you have loved?"
"You are the only one."
The blue eyes flashed.
"And what of the ladies of the French Court, Mr. Jettan? What of a certain duel you fought with a French husband? You can explain that, no doubt?"
Philip was silent for a moment, frowning.
"So the news of that absurd affair reached you, Cleone?"
"Oh, yes, sir! It reached me. A pity, was it not?"
"A great pity, Cleone, if on that gossip you judge me."
"Ah! There was no truth in the tale?" Suppressed eagerness was in her voice.
"I will be frank with you. A certain measure of truth there was. M. de Foli-Martin thought himself injured. It was not so."
"And why should he think so, sir?"
"Presumably because I paid court to madame, his wife."
"Yes?" Cleone spoke16 gently, dangerously. "You paid court to madame. No doubt she was very lovely?"
"As lovely, perhaps, as Mademoiselle de Marcherand, of whom I have heard, or as Mistress Ann Nutley yonder? Or as lovely as Jennifer?"
Philip took a false step.
"Cleone, surely you are not jealous of little Jenny?" he cried.
She drew herself up.
"Jealous? What right have I to be jealous? You are nothing to me, Mr. Jettan! I confess that once I—liked you. You have changed since then. You cannot deny that you have made love to a score of beautiful women since you left home. I do not blame you for that. You are free to do as you please. What I will not support is that you should come to me with your proposal, having shown me during the time that you have spent in England that I am no more to you than Ann Nutley, or Julie de Marcherand. 'To the Pearl that Trembles in her Ear,' was it not? Very pretty, sir. And now I intrigue18 you for the moment. I cannot consider myself flattered, Mr. Jettan."
Philip had grown pale under his paint.
"Cleone, you wrong me! It is true that I have trifled harmlessly with those ladies. It is the fashion—the fashion you bade me follow. There has never been aught serious betwixt any woman and me. That I swear!"
"You probably swore the same to M. de Foli-Martin?"
"I suppose he believed you?"
"No." Philip bit his lip.
"No? Then will you tell me, sir, how it is that you expect me to believe what M. de Foli-Martin—closely concerned—would not believe?"
Philip looked straight into her eyes.
"I can only give you my word, Cleone."
Still she fought on, wishing to be defeated.
"So you have never trifled with any of these women, sir?"
Philip was silent again.
"You bring me"—Cleone's voice trembled—"a tarnished20 reputation. I've no mind to it, sir. You have made love to a dozen other women. Perhaps you have kissed them. And—and now you offer me—your kisses! I like unspoilt wares21, sir."
Philip rose, very stiff and stern.
"I am sorry that you consider yourself insulted by my offer, Cleone."
Her hand half flew towards him and fell again. Couldn't he understand that she wanted him to beat down her resistance? Did he care no more than that? If only he would deny everything and master her!
"I hasten to relieve you of my obnoxious22 presence. Your servant, mademoiselle." Philip bowed. He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Cleone stricken.
Her fan dropped unheeded to the ground. Philip had gone! He had not understood that she wanted to be overruled, overcome. He had gone, and he would never come back. In those few minutes he had been the Philip she loved, not the flippant gallant23 of the past weeks. Tears came into Cleone's eyes. Why, why had he been so provoking? And oh, why had she let him go? She knew now beyond question that he was the only man she could ever love, or had ever loved. Now he had left her, and would go back to Paris. Nothing mattered, she did not care what became of her once she had lost Philip.
James Winton, never far away, came to her side and sat down. Cleone greeted him mechanically and proceeded to follow out her own line of dismal24 thought. Through a haze25 of misery26 she heard James' voice. It sounded rather shy, and very anxious. She had not the faintest idea of what he was saying, but she felt vaguely27 annoyed by his persistency28. Presently these words filtered through to her brain:
"Say yes, Cleone! Say yes! Oh, say yes, Cleone!"
How importunate29 he was! Cleone turned impatiently.
"Oh, yes, yes! What is it?"
As James had been blurting30 out a carefully-worded proposal of marriage, he was not flattered by this answer. He rose, hurt to the bottom of his youthful soul.
"It is evident that you have not heard a word of what I said, Cleone!"
"Oh, don't worry me, James! I've said yes. What is it? You are so persistent31, and I wish to be quiet!"
James bowed.
"I will leave you, madam. I offered you my hand and my heart." With that he walked off, a picture of outraged32 dignity.
Cleone broke into hysterical33 laughter. Up came Sir Deryk.
"You seem vastly entertained, lady fair. May I share the pleasantry?"
Cleone sprang up.
"Take me away from this!" she begged. "I—I am nigh fainting from the heat! I—oh, I must be quiet! The fiddling34 goes through and through my head. I—oh, take me somewhere cool!"
Sir Deryk was surprised, but he did not show it.
"Why, of course, dearest! I know of a small withdrawing-room nearby. Take my arm, it's stifling35 in here!" He led her across the room to where a heavy curtain hung, shutting off a small, dimly-lighted apartment.
Meanwhile Philip had gone to Lady Malmerstoke's side. He sat down, frowning gloomily.
Her ladyship eyed him speculatively36.
"Well?" she demanded.
Philip laughed bitterly.
"No, you do not," said her ladyship. "You must have played your cards monstrously38 badly. Trust a man."
"Oh, no! Tis merely that your niece does not love me."
"She objects, madam, to my—tarnished reputation. She was quite final."
"You thought she was quite final. Now, don't be stately, child! What happened?"
"I asked her to marry me—and she flung my wretched Paris affaires in my face."
"Of course, you denied everything?"
"No, I did not. How could I? There was a certain measure of tr—"
Lady Malmerstoke leaned back disgustedly.
"God preserve me from young men! You admitted it?"
"No—that is, I was frank with her."
"Great heavens, Philip! Frank with a woman? God help you, then! And what next? Did you tell Cleone not to be a fool? Did you insist that she should listen to you?"
"How could I? She—"
"You didn't. You walked off when you should have mastered her. I'll wager40 my best necklet she was waiting for you to assert yourself. And now she's probably miserable41. Serve her right, and you too."
"But, Lady Malmerstoke—"
"Not but what I don't sympathise with the child," continued her ladyship inexorably. "Of course, she is a fool, but so are all girls. A woman of my age don't inquire too closely into a man's past—we've learned wisdom. Cleone knows that you have trifled with a dozen other women. Bless you, she don't think the worse of you for that!"
"She does! She said—"
"For goodness' sake, don't try to tell me what she said, Philip! What's that to do with it?"
"But you don't understand! Cleone said—"
"So she may have. That does not mean that she meant it, does it?" asked her ladyship in great scorn.
"Mais—"
"Don't start talking French at me, child, for I can't bear it! You should know by now that no woman means what she says when it's to a man."
"Oh, stop, stop! Lady Malmerstoke, you don't understand! Cleone does think the worse of me for those intrigues42! She is very angry!"
"Of course she is. What do you expect?"
Philip clasped his head.
"Mais, voyons! Just now you said that she does not think the worse of me for it!"
"Who said she did? Can't one think two things at the same time?"
"But surely not two such—such contradictory43 things! I have never done so in my life!"
"You! You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you!" My lady spread out her fan. "Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all of them contradictory!" She nodded at him complacently44.
"It's ridiculous! It's impossible! Are women's brains so—so incoherent?"
"Most of 'em," answered her ladyship. "They jump, you see."
"Jump?" Philip was thoroughly45 bewildered.
"Jump. From one thing to another. You'll arrive at a new thought by degrees, and you'll know how you got there. Women don't think like that. Cleone could not tell you why she thinks well and ill of you at once, but she does."
"But surely if she reasons with herself she'll see how absurd—"
"If she what?"
"Reasons. I mean—"
"You're mad," said Lady Malmerstoke with conviction. "Women don't reason. That's a man's part. Why, do you suppose that if Cleone thought as you think, and had a brain like a man's, you'd be in love with her? Of course you'd not. You'd not be able to feel your superiority over her. Don't tell me!"
"I don't feel—"
"Oh, don't you, Philip? You think that Clo is reasonable-minded, and able to care for herself, needing no master?"
"I—no, I don't!"
"That's what I say. Goodness me, how blind you are! If you didn't consider that you had to care for Cleone and guard her from everyone else and herself, you wouldn't love her. Now don't be foolish!"
Philip laughed ruefully.
"You're a fount of wisdom, Lady Sally!"
"Well, I should be at my age. I've had experience, you see, and I never was a fool."
"Then—tell me what I am to do?"
Lady Malmerstoke wagged an impressive finger at him.
"Take that girl and shake her. Tell her you'll not be flouted48. Tell her she's a little fool, and kiss her. And if she protests, go on kissing her. Dear me, what things I do say!"
"Yes, but, dear Lady Sally, how am I to kiss her when she's as cold as ice—and—and so unapproachable?"
"And why is she cold?" said her ladyship. "Tell me that!"
"Not a bit of it. Because you treat her gently and politely, and let her flout47 you. God bless my soul, women don't want gentle politeness! Not Cleone, at all events! They like a man to be brutal50!"
"Brutal?"
"Well, not exactly. They like to feel he'll stand no airs and graces. Oh, they want gentleness, never fear! But they want to feel helpless. They want mastering, most of 'em. When you kiss the tips of Clo's fingers, and treat her as though you thought she was made o' porcelain51, she thinks you're no man, and don't care for her."
"She cannot! She—"
"She don't know it, of course, but it's true. Be advised by me, Philip, and insist on having your way with her. Don't be finicky!"
"It's very well, but she doesn't love me!"
"Oh, drat the man!" said her ladyship. "You fatigue9 me! Go your own road, but don't blame me when everything goes awry52. If you have made Clo miserable she'll do something mad. And now I've warned you. Oh, here is James, looking like a sulky bear! James, my good boy, I've left my handkerchief in another room. Will you fetch it for me, please? Over there, behind the curtain. Yes, shocking, isn't it? But 'twas only old Fotheringham, so you can tell your uncle, Philip."
He rose and laughed down at her.
"And will he master you, my lady?"
"Not he," said Lady Malmerstoke placidly53. "I'm past the age of wanting that nonsense. Not that I ever wanted it, but I was always unusual. Be off with you!"
Philip took James by the arm.
"We are summarily dismissed! Come, Jamie, we'll find her handkerchief, and she'll smile again."
In the withdrawing-room Cleone was dicing54 with Sir Deryk. A very unmaidenly proceeding55. She had just lost the rose at her breast to Brenderby, and he was trying to undo56 the pin that held it in place. Failing in that, he grasped the stem firmly, and broke off the bloom. But with the rose he had clutched a thin blue riband from which hung a locket. It snapped, and the trinket rolled on to the floor.
Cleone was already overwrought. She sprang up.
"Oh, my locket!" And searched wildly on the floor.
Surprised at her earnestness, Brenderby went down on his knees, and presently retrieved57 the locket just as Cleone had seen it. He rose, and was about to present it to her when she clasped agitated58 hands and demanded that it should be given her at once! This aroused Sir Deryk's curiosity. He withheld59 it.
"Why so anxious, Cleone? What secret does it hide?"
"Naught! Oh, give it me, give it me!"
"Not so fast, Cleone! I'll swear there's some mystery here! I've a mind to peep inside!"
"I forbid you!" said Cleone. "Sir Deryk—" She controlled herself. "Please give it me!"
"And so I will, fairest, but first I must see what is inside!"
"Oh, no, no! There's naught! I could not bear you to look! Besides, it's—it's empty. I—oh, give it me!" She stamped angrily.
Brenderby's eyes were alight with impish laughter.
"I'll make a bargain, sweetest! You shall play me for it." He picked up the dice61-box. "If you beat my throw, I will give you the locket unopened. If you lose you shall pay a price for it."
"I don't understand! What do you mean?"
"You shall kiss me for it. One hard-earned kiss. Come, you must admit my terms are generous!"
"I won't! How dare you, sir! And it is my locket! You have no right to it!"
"I—I thought you a gentleman!"
"So I am, Clo. Were I not—I'd take the price and then the locket. There's no one to see, and no one need know. Cleone—you lovely creature!"
"I should die of shame! Oh, Sir Deryk, please be kind!"
"Why should I be kind when you are not? You'll none of my terms? Very well!" He made as if to open the locket.
"You'll play me?"
Cleone drew a deep breath.
"Yes. I will. And I'll never, never, never speak to you again!"
He laughed.
"Oh, I trust you'll change your mind! Now!" He cast the dice. "Aha! Can you beat that?"
Cleone took the box in a firm clasp, and shook it long and violently. Her cheeks were burning, her eyes tight shut. She threw the dice. Brenderby bent65 over the table.
"Alack!"
Her eyes flew open.
"I've won? Oh, I have won!"
"No. I was grieving for you, fairest, not for myself. You have lost."
"Sir Deryk—p-please be gen-generous now! I don't want to—kiss you!"
"What! You cry off? Shame, Cleone!" he teased.
"You are monstrous unk-kind! It's my locket, and I d-don't want to kiss you! I don't, I don't! I hate you!"
"That adds spice, my dear. Must I take the price?"
He laid his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her.
"By God, Cleone, you're damnably beautiful!" he said thickly. "You've played with fire to-night—but I won't burn you too much!" He bent his head till his lips met hers.
At that inauspicious moment James and Philip walked into the room.
"No, it was here she said, Philip. I re—"
With a cry of horror Cleone sprang away from Sir Deryk, her cheeks flaming. Her wide eyes went from James' face of frozen astonishment70 to Philip's pale, furious countenance71.
Philip took a half-step forward, his hand wrenching72 at his sword-hilt. Then he checked and slammed the sword back into the scabbard. Cleone had not struggled in Brenderby's embrace. What could he do? He had always thought her in love with the fellow. And on the top of his own proposal.... He swept a magnificent bow.
Cleone winced74 at the biting sarcasm75 in his voice. She tried to speak, and failed. What could she say?
"What in thunder—"
"I don't kn-know!" quavered Cleone. "Oh—oh, heaven!"
Quickly Brenderby stepped to her side. He took her hand in his, and gave it a reassuring77 squeeze.
Philip's hand was on the curtain. It clenched slowly. He stood very still, his eyes on Cleone's face.
"Oh!" cried Cleone. "Oh, I—" She stopped helplessly. Heavens, what a position she was in! If she denied that she was betrothed79 to Brenderby, what could Philip think? What must he think? He had seen her in Sir Deryk's arms; the only excuse was a betrothal80. And she had accused Philip of loose behaviour! Whatever happened, he must not think her a light woman! But, oh! how could she say she was betrothed to another when she desired nothing better than to fly to him for protection? She compromised.
"I—oh, I think I am about—to faint!" she said.
Sir Deryk drew her hand through his arm.
"No, no, my love! Tell these gentlemen that it is as I say."
"Yes," she said. "It is."
"Permit me to offer my felicitations," he said, but his voice was not quite steady.
James hurried forward, furious.
"Your pardon, sir! I beg leave to contradict that statement!"
They all stared at him in amazement. Philip eyed him through his quizzing-glass.
"I—beg—your—pardon?" drawled Brenderby.
"I am betrothed to her myself!" shouted James.
Cleone's hands flew to her cheeks.
"Oh!" she fluttered. "Oh—oh, I am going to faint!"
Brenderby's eyes twinkled.
"Bear up a little longer, dear! Of course, I know there is no truth in what Mr. Winton says!"
"It is true!" James danced in his fury. "Cleone promised to wed2 me, only a little while back! You can't deny it, Clo! You did!"
"I did not!"
"You did! You said yes! You know you did!"
Cleone leaned on the nearest thing to her for support. It chanced to be Sir Deryk, but she was past caring.
"James, you know I—never meant it!"
"My dear, this is most serious! Did you, indeed, accept Mr. Winton's proposal?"
"Yes, but he knows I did not mean it! I—"
"Cleone, do you tell me you accepted him and—"
"Yes, she did! And I hold her to her promise!"
Cleone's knees threatened to give way.
"James, I can't marry you! I won't marry you!"
"I hold you to your promise!" repeated James, almost beside himself.
"And I." Sir Deryk passed his arm round Cleone's waist. "I hold Cleone to the promise she has given me!"
Philip interposed.
"Probably the lady would be glad of a chair," he suggested evenly. "James, Brenderby—let your future wife sit down!"
Sir Deryk's shoulders shook. He led Cleone to the couch, and she sank on to it, hiding her face.
Philip swung the curtain aside.
"Permit me to withdraw. Decidedly I am de trop. Mademoiselle, messieurs!" He went out, and the curtain fell back into place.
"Oh, oh, oh!" moaned Cleone.
James bent over her.
"Come, Clo! Let me take you back to your aunt!"
Brenderby stepped to Cleone's other side.
"Cleone needs no other escort than that of her affianced husband, sir!"
"And that is I!"
"On the contrary, it is I! Cleone, sweet, come!"
Cleone sprang up.
"It's neither of you! Don't—touch me! Oh, that I should be so humiliated84! I will not marry you, James! You know that I never heard what you said!"
James set his chin stubbornly.
"I'll not release you from your promise," he said.
"And nor will I." Sir Deryk was enjoying himself.
"You must release me, James!" cried Cleone. "I—I am going to wed—Sir Deryk!" She dissolved into tears. "Oh, what shall I do? What shall I do? How—how dreadful it is! Let me go! I hate you both!" She fled from them and was at her aunt's side before either had time to follow her.
"Take me home!" begged Cleone. "I am b-betrothed to Sir Deryk and James! Oh, for heaven's sake, take me home!"
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
ballroom
|
|
| n.舞厅 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
wed
|
|
| v.娶，嫁，与…结婚 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
monstrous
|
|
| adj.巨大的；恐怖的；可耻的，丢脸的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
promptly
|
|
| adv.及时地，敏捷地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
contrived
|
|
| adj.不自然的，做作的；虚构的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
clenched
|
|
| v.紧握，抓紧，咬紧( clench的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
abominably
|
|
| adv. 可恶地，可恨地，恶劣地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
duel
|
|
| n./v.决斗；(双方的)斗争 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
fatigue
|
|
| n.疲劳，劳累 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
fatigued
|
|
| adj. 疲乏的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
plaintively
|
|
| adv.悲哀地，哀怨地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
procure
|
|
| vt.获得，取得，促成；vi.拉皮条 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
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： |
|
|
|
|
14
amazement
|
|
| n.惊奇，惊讶 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
clenching
|
|
| v.紧握，抓紧，咬紧( clench的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
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： |
|
|
|
|
17
nettled
|
|
| v.拿荨麻打，拿荨麻刺（nettle的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
intrigue
|
|
| vt.激起兴趣，迷住；vi.耍阴谋；n.阴谋，密谋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
craved
|
|
| 渴望，热望( crave的过去式 )； 恳求，请求 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
tarnished
|
|
| （通常指金属）（使）失去光泽，（使）变灰暗( tarnish的过去式和过去分词 )； 玷污，败坏 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
wares
|
|
| n. 货物, 商品 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
obnoxious
|
|
| adj.极恼人的，讨人厌的，可憎的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
gallant
|
|
| adj.英勇的，豪侠的；(向女人)献殷勤的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
dismal
|
|
| adj.阴沉的，凄凉的，令人忧郁的，差劲的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
haze
|
|
| n.霾，烟雾；懵懂，迷糊；vi.(over)变模糊 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
misery
|
|
| n.痛苦，苦恼，苦难；悲惨的境遇，贫苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
vaguely
|
|
| adv.含糊地，暖昧地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
persistency
|
|
| n. 坚持(余辉, 时间常数) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
importunate
|
|
| adj.强求的；纠缠不休的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
blurting
|
|
| v.突然说出，脱口而出( blurt的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
persistent
|
|
| adj.坚持不懈的，执意的；持续的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
outraged
|
|
| a.震惊的，义愤填膺的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
hysterical
|
|
| adj.情绪异常激动的，歇斯底里般的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
fiddling
|
|
| 微小的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
stifling
|
|
| a.令人窒息的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
speculatively
|
|
| adv.思考地，思索地；投机地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
conceal
|
|
| v.隐藏，隐瞒，隐蔽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
monstrously
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
fiddle
|
|
| n.小提琴；vi.拉提琴；不停拨弄，乱动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
wager
|
|
| n.赌注；vt.押注，打赌 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
miserable
|
|
| adj.悲惨的，痛苦的；可怜的，糟糕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
intrigues
|
|
| n.密谋策划( intrigue的名词复数 )；神秘气氛；引人入胜的复杂情节v.搞阴谋诡计( intrigue的第三人称单数 )；激起…的好奇心 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
contradictory
|
|
| adj.反驳的，反对的，抗辩的；n.正反对，矛盾对立 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
complacently
|
|
| adv. 满足地, 自满地, 沾沾自喜地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
thoroughly
|
|
| adv.完全地，彻底地，十足地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
chuckled
|
|
| 轻声地笑( chuckle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
flout
|
|
| v./n.嘲弄，愚弄，轻视 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
flouted
|
|
| v.藐视，轻视( flout的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
naught
|
|
| n.无，零 [=nought] | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
brutal
|
|
| adj.残忍的，野蛮的，不讲理的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
porcelain
|
|
| n.瓷；adj.瓷的，瓷制的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
awry
|
|
| adj.扭曲的，错的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
placidly
|
|
| adv.平稳地，平静地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
dicing
|
|
| n.掷骰子，（皮革上的）菱形装饰v.将…切成小方块，切成丁（ dice的现在分词 ） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
proceeding
|
|
| n.行动，进行，(pl.)会议录，学报 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
undo
|
|
| vt.解开，松开；取消，撤销 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
retrieved
|
|
| v.取回( retrieve的过去式和过去分词 )；恢复；寻回；检索（储存的信息） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
agitated
|
|
| adj.被鼓动的，不安的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
withheld
|
|
| withhold过去式及过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
trophy
|
|
| n.优胜旗，奖品，奖杯，战胜品，纪念品 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
dice
|
|
| n.骰子；vt.把（食物）切成小方块，冒险 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
odds
|
|
| n.让步，机率，可能性，比率；胜败优劣之别 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
wrung
|
|
| 绞( wring的过去式和过去分词 )； 握紧（尤指别人的手）； 把（湿衣服）拧干； 绞掉（水） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
shrieked
|
|
| v.尖叫( shriek的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
glistened
|
|
| v.湿物闪耀，闪亮( glisten的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
lashes
|
|
| n.鞭挞( lash的名词复数 )；鞭子；突然猛烈的一击；急速挥动v.鞭打( lash的第三人称单数 )；煽动；紧系；怒斥 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
sob
|
|
| n.空间轨道的轰炸机；呜咽，哭泣 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
martyr
|
|
| n.烈士，殉难者；vt.杀害，折磨，牺牲 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
astonishment
|
|
| n.惊奇，惊异 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
countenance
|
|
| n.脸色，面容；面部表情；vt.支持，赞同 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
wrenching
|
|
| n.修截苗根，苗木铲根（铲根时苗木不起土或部分起土）v.（猛力地）扭( wrench的现在分词 )；扭伤；使感到痛苦；使悲痛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
intrude
|
|
| vi.闯入；侵入；打扰，侵扰 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
winced
|
|
| 赶紧避开，畏缩( wince的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
sarcasm
|
|
| n.讥讽，讽刺，嘲弄，反话 （adj.sarcastic） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
stupor
|
|
| v.昏迷；不省人事 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
reassuring
|
|
| a.使人消除恐惧和疑虑的，使人放心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
haughtily
|
|
| adv. 傲慢地, 高傲地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
betrothed
|
|
| n. 已订婚者 动词betroth的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
betrothal
|
|
| n. 婚约, 订婚 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
sneering
|
|
| 嘲笑的，轻蔑的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
stiffen
|
|
| v.(使)硬，(使)变挺，(使)变僵硬 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
twitched
|
|
| vt.& vi.（使）抽动，（使）颤动（twitch的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
humiliated
|
|
| 感到羞愧的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
wig
|
|
| n.假发 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |