Slote reached a caressing20 hand, with a large blue-gemmed college ring, to her face. The easy intimate gesture hurt Byron's eyes, signalling the end of his exclusive (if unheated) possession of the girl's company. He slumped21 glumly22 in the back seat. "I'm thrilled to see you, darling, though you're stark23 mad," Slote said. "Things are looking much better tonight. England finally signed her guarantee to Poland, just today. The betting was that the pact24 with Russia would make her crawfish. Nothing of the sort. There's reliable word from Sweden that Hitler's calling off his h unmistakable." invasion. The English knocked his breath out, that's I hope." "Where are you putting us? A place with bathtubs, "It's no problem. In the past three days the hotels have emptied. The Europeiski has some luxurious25 rooms, quite Western, really, and at Eastern prices. Don't figure on staying long. The situation can still Turn sour overnight." 'I thought maybe a week," Natalie said. "Then Byron and I can fly or drive down to Cracow and visit Medzice, and then fly on back t'o Rome." "Great bloody26 Christ, what are you talking about? Medzice! just forget it, Natalie! 'y should I? Uncle Aaron said I should visit the family in Medzice. That's where we're all from. My gosh, this is flat country. Flat as a table." They were driving through fields of sweet-smelling ripe grain, interspersed27 with pastures where cows and horses grazed. Far, far ahead on the level plain, the buildings of Warsaw dimly rose. "Exactly, and that's Poland's curse. It's a soccer field, a hundred thousand square miles in size. Fine for invasions. Even the low mountains along the south have nice wide easy passes. Half a million German soldiers are in Czechoslovakia at this moment, poised28 at the Jablunka pass, forty miles from Medzice. Now do you understand?" Natalie made a face at him. Warsaw was much calmer than Rome. In lamplit twilight29, welldressed crowds, heavily sprinkled with uniforms, were happily promenailing on the broad avenues, eating ice cream, smoking, chatting. The green parks were thronged30 with jocund31 children. Bright red buses went by with side placards advertising32 a movie; the name SHMEY TEMPLIE stood out from Polish words. Splashy billboards33 touted34 Cennan toothpastes, radios, and hair tonic36. The long rows of four-story gray or brown buildings, the boulevards running into great squares flamboyant37 with statues, bordered by baroque official buildings or palaces, the electric signs beginning to flash and dance-all this made Byron think of Paris and London. It was strange to find such a metropolis38 at the end of the primitive39 air journey. The Europeiski Hotel had a lobby as ornate as any he had seen, with a massive brown-and-white marble staircase jutting40 down to the front door.
Natalie went up in the elevator. Slote detained Byron by touching41 his arm, then lit his pipe with harried42 flaming puffs43. To Byron, seeing him after a lapse44 of many months, the Foreign Service man appeared impossibly old for Natalie; bespectacled, baggy-eyed, with marked lines in his lean sallow cheeks. A double-breasted chalk-striped dark suit emphasized his stodgy45 mature air, and he appeared shorter than Byron remembered. 'I wish I had time to buy you a drink," Slote said. "I'd like to talk to you. This Cracow trip is dangerous nonsense. I'm going to get you air reservations out of here as soon as I can. They must be booked solid for a week, but the embassy has some pull. If it takes both of us to put her bodily on a plane back to Rome, it's got to be done. Don't tell her tonight, though. She'll become unmanageable." "Okay. You know her better than I do." Slote shook his head, laughing. "I wonder, at this point. I ought to be deeply touched by this cuckoo visit-and I am, I am, of course I am-but Natalie Jastrow is too much for almost anybody. See you at dinner. The embassy's a madhouse. If I can't get away, I'll telephone." Byron sat for a while in his cavernous gloomy room with tall wl'windows facing the Bristol Hotel, wondering what the hell he was doing in Poland. He picked up the antique ivory-handled telephone, and with some haggling46 in German managed to get connected to Natalie's room. "Hello. Are you in the bathtub yet?" "Well, I'm glad you can't see me. What's up?, "I'm beat. You have dinner with Slote. I'm going to bed." 'Stop that rubbish. You're dining with us, Briny. You come and fetch me at nine, do you hear? Leslie has booked me into Paderewski's suite47, or something. it's fantastic. I've got a fun-length mirror here, held up by two big brown wooden angels." This way," Slote said. 'Our table's ready." An orchestra in gold-frogged red coats was thumping48 old jazz tunes49 in the main dining room of the Bristol, which for size, silk hangings, white linen50, gilt-and-crystal chandeliers, obsequiousness51 of waiters, fine dress of the thronging52 customers, and ineptness53 on the dance floor, might have been in any first-class hotel in Europe. Certainly there was no trace of a war scare. "Sorry I'm late. It's the Jews," Slote apologized when they sat down. "They're storming the embassy. We've all become visa officers, right on up to Biddle. Christ knows I don't blame them. If they can show a relative, a friend, a letter, anything, we process them. A New York telephone book, today in Warsaw, is worth a hundred zlotys, that's about twenty dollars." "That puzzled me," Natalie said. "I understood Warsaw was full of Jews. I've seen very few so far." "Oh, they're here, all right. A third of this city's Jewish." At this point a tailcoated, homing headwaiter brought a menu, and Slote had a long colloquy54 with him in Polish. Natalie listenedWith an admiring, envious55 look. "Les, was it very hard to learn? One day I'll try," she said as the waiter left. "My folks used to talk Polish when they didn't want me to understand. I'm haunted by a sense of being back in my childhood, and yet this is such a foreign place! It's all very singular." They ate amazingly good smoked salmon56, a strange egg dish, and tough roast meat. Slote kept tossing off brown Polish vodka in a thimblesize glass, while the others drank good French wine. "Leslie, you're going to be stone drunk." Natalie sounded more jovial57 than disapproving58. 'There's so little in every glass," Slote said, pouring more from the bottle. "I've had a very hard day. Even without you turning up, you fool." They smiled at each other. Byron wished he had gone to bed. Slote looked at him and with a polite effort resumed talking. "Hell, yes. It's a historical puzzle, really, how three and a half million Jews came to settle in Poland. It'
such an anarchic country. You'd think they'd have chosen a more stable place. I have a theory.(s) I sort of wonder what Aaron would make of it." "What's your theory about us Polish Jews, Leslie?" Natalie said with a grin. "That the anarchy59 was the inducement. Imagine a government of nearly a thousand barons60, any one of whom could veto any legislation. That's the way they stumbled along here for centuries. No wonder Poland kept getting partitioned! Well, as long as the Jews could work things out with each individual nobleman they could at least live and farm and work. No oppression to fear." "Not bad," said Natalie. "But in point of fact, didn't the Polish kings welcome them in with cia sPe I protective laws? When Spain expelled them and the Holy Church was having one of its bad spasms61 of bounding and massacring the Jews? That's as I recall it." "I haven't studied the thing," Slote said, "but the Poles eventually took to doing that too." "That's why I was born on Long Island," said Natalie. "My grandfather got out, and a good thing." "What military shape are the Poles in?" Byron asked Slote. "Will they give Hitler a fight, if it comes to that?" "A fight?" Slote sucked on his pipe, looking up into the air. His tone turned measured and professional. "My, ask any one of them, and he'll probably tell you they'll defeat the Germans. After all, they defeated them brilliant, talking in x4lO1 Theseare strange people, Byron. They can be about politics and history, yet they don't give a damn that Germany is now an industrial giant, while Poland remains62 all farms and Jews and castles and mazurkas. Maybe they're right. Maybe the Polish fighting spirit will scatter63 the stupid unwilling64 cattle of Hitler. That's the talk. There are supposed to be two and a half million Poles in uniform, more men than Hitler's got. A highly questionable65 figure, but in this country, any statistics-"'Say, isn't that 'Stardust'?" Natalie put in. "It sounds a bit like 'Stardust." Dance with me." Byron thought Slote looked more like her uncle than her sweetheart, steering66 her clumsily around the floor. But Natalie's clinging attitude, closed eyes, and touching cheek weren't the ways of a niece. They exchanged a few laughing words, then Natalie said something that made Slote look serious and shake his head. They argued as they danced. "I'll find him without you," Natalie was saying as they came back to the table. "I didn't say I wouldn't help you find him. I said if you're going to talk to him about going to Medzice-" "Just forget it. Forget I mentioned it." Slote took two more shots Natalie glowered68 at the meat on her plate of vodka. To lighten the atmosphere, Byron asked Slote about the workings of the embassy. Looking relieved, Slote turned on the measured voice. it blurred69 his brain; it made him talkative. The alcohol hadn He sketched70 the organization and said that he was in the political section, but that since his arrival, he had been preoccupied71 with the flood of emigrants72, as had everybody else. "Were you fellows surprised by the pact?" "Naturally. Even the Poles were struck dumb, and in their history they've seen everything. But nobody can predict Hitler. That's his genius, if you want to call it that. He does have an instinct for the breathtaking." The cloud was clearing from Natalie's face. "Leslie, why did Stalin go along?" "Honey, that's perfectly73 simple. Hitler offered him a piece of cake on a gold platter, and he simply said, 'Yes, thank you!" Stalin's completely turned the tables on England and France now. They froze him out o'f Munich-In effect, they handed Czechoslovakia to Hitler and said, 'Here, boy, leave us alone and go smash Russia." Now Stalin's done a Munich in reverse. 'No, no, here, boy, take Poland, and go and smash the West."' With little rapid puffs of blue smoke, clearly enjoying the chance to expound75, Slote went on, "Lord, how the British have been asking for this! An alliance with Russia was their one chance to stop Germany.
They had years in which to do it. All of Stalin's fear of Germany and the Nazis77 was on their side. And what did they do? Dawdle78, fuss, flirt79 with Hitler, and give away Czechoslovakia. Finally, finally, they sent some minor80 politicians on a slow boat to see Stalin. When Hitler decided81 to gamble on this alliance, he shot his foreign minister to Moscow on a special plane, with powers to sign a deal. And that's why we're within inches of a world war." "Is it going to come?" Natalie asked. "Why, I thought you and Aaron were the authorities for the view that it won't." I'm not ready to panic. It just seems to me that Hitler will get what he wants, as usual." Slote's face turned pinched and sombre. He pulled at the pipe, sucking in his pallid82 cheeks. "No. The Poles now have the signed British guarantee. Very gallant83, very irrational84, very belated, and probably futile85. To that extent we're back in 1914. Poland can plunge86 the world in by standing87 firm. it's all up to Hitler. If he wants to arm some more first, the crisis will subside88, and that seems to be in the Wind at the moment. But for all we know, he's already given the order to march. That's why I'm being such a pill about Medzice. Down there, in the next two weeks, you have a fifty-fifty chance of being captured by German soldiers. I do think that's a bit risky89, dear." After dinner Slote drove them to another part of town: street after street of old brick houses of three and four stories, with shops everywhere at ground level. Here indeed were Jews by the thousands, strolling on the sidewalks through narrow cobbled streets, looking out of windows, sitting in shop doorways90. On the street corners knots of bearded men argued with loud voices and sweeping91 gestures, as on Manhattan's Lower East Side. Many of the men wore kaftans, or else the boots, blouses, and caps of the countryside. There were men in ankle-length black coats and black hats, and a few youngsters in army uniform. There were some prosperous people, too, smooth-shaven men wearing bowlers92 and wellgroomed women looking much like the Warsaw Gentiles around the darted93 about at their street games, boys in caps Europeiski. Children and short trousers and girls in neat colored frocks, and their mothers gossiped as they watched them. 'I thought you said they were all storming the embassy," Byron remarked to Slote. "There are three hundred and fifty thousand of them, Byron. Maybe one in a hundred has foresight94. That puts three or four thousand hammering at our doors. The rest believe what they want to believe, and vaguely95 hope for the best. The government keeps telling everybody there won't be a war." Natalie was looking around with an absent, pleased expression at the horse-drawn wagons96 and handcarts in the streets, and at an old trolley97 car clanking by. "My parents described all this to me when I was a child," she said. 'It seems not to have changed." People stopped and looked after the embassy car as it passed. Once Slote halted to ask directions. The Jews came clustering around, but gave only vague cautious answers in Polish. 'Let me try," Natalie said, and she began to talk Yiddish, causing an astonished outbreak oflaughter, followed by a burst of warm, friendly talk. A chubby98 boy in a ragged3 cap volunteered to run ahead of the car and show the way. They set off after him. "Well done," Slote said. "I can hack99 out Yiddish after a fashion, if I must," Natalie said. "Aaron's a master of it, though he never utters a Yiddish word." Natalie and Slote got out at a gray brick apartment building with tall narrow windows, an ornate iron door, and window boxes of blooming geraniums. It overlooked a small green park, where Jews congregated100 on the benches and around a gushing101 fountain in noisy numbers. Curious children ran from the park to ring Byron in the American car. Under their merry stares, as they freely discussed him and the machine, Byron felt somewhat like an ape behind glass. The faces of the Jewish children were full of life and mischief102, but they offered no discourtesy, and some gave him shy smiles. He wished he had gifts for them. He took his fountain pen from his pocket, and through the open window offered it to a blackhaired girl in a lilac dress with white lace cuffs103 and collar. The girl hung back, blinking wary104 dark brown eyes. The other children encouraged her with shouts and giggles105. At last she took the pen, her little cool fingers brushing his hand for a moment, and ran lightly away. "Well, wouldn't you know. He's not there," Natalie said, returning to the car with Slote a few minutes later. "Gone to Medzice for his son's wedding, with the whole family, just my luck. Aaron told me he deals in mushrooms, but can that be such a good business? He's evidently well off." 'llnusually so," Slote was starting the car. "This must be the best apartment house around here." The little girl in lilac reappeared, leading her parents, the father in a knee-length gray frock coat and a mode-brimmed gray hat, the mother kerchiefed, wearing a German-tailored brown suit, and carrying a baby in a pink blanket. 'He's thanking you," Slote said to Byron, as the father gravely spoke106 in Polish through the %indow, holding the fountain pen, "and he says it's much too expensive, and please take it back." 'Tell him the American fell in love with his daughter. She's the most beautiful girl in the world, and she must keep it." The father and mother laughed when Slote translated. The little girl shrank against her mother's skirt and shot Byron an ardent107 look. The mother undid108 from her lapel a gold brooch with purple stones, and pressed it on Natalie, who tried to decline it, speaking in Yiddish. Again this caused surprise and a cascade109 of jocund talk, the upshot of which was that she had to keep the brooch. The little girl kept the pen, and they drove off to shouted farewells.
"Well, I wasn't on a looting expedition," Natalie said. "Here, Byron. It's beautiful. Give it to your girlfriend, or your sister, or your mother." "Keep it, it's yours, " he said rudely. "I could consider staying in Warsaw and waiting for that girl to grow up "Not with those parents," Slote said. "She's for a rabbi." "Steer67 clear of ewish girls anyway, they're bad loss," Natalie said. "Amen," said Slote. Natalie was pinning the brooch on her jacket. "I guess I'll see Berel in Medzice, then, Too bad, Aaron said he was very clever, and could show me things in Warsaw that nobody else could. They used to study the Talmud together, though Berel was much younger." At the mention of Medzice, Slote despairingly shook his head. ATALI:G telephoned Byron in his room at seven O!clock one morning, Natter they had stayed up till well past three, touring nightclubs with Slote; dismal110 Polish imitations of Paris dives. In a nervously merry mood, she had pushed them on from one club to another, ignoring Slote's show of collapsing111 fatigue112. 'Hi, Briny, are you dead?" From her chipper note, she might have had ten hours' sleep. "This is playing sort of dirty, but I have two seats on the plane to Cracow, and it leaves at eleven. I bought them yesterday. If you'd rather sleep and just stay here, okay. I'll be back in a couple of days. Half awake, Byron said, "What? Slote's got us on the plane to Rome tomorrow, Natalie, and those reservations were mighty113 hard to come by." "I know. I'll leave him a note. Maybe I'll phone him from the airport. If you come, we won't have to return to Warsaw at all. We'll go straight on to Rome from Cracow, Saturday or Sunday, after I visit my family." "Have you got reservations from there?" 'No. But Cracow's a hub. There are half a dozen ways to get out. We'll buy our tickets-plane or train or bus-as soon as we arrive there. Well? Byron! Have you fallen back asleep?" "I'm thinking." Byron was weighing the advantage of leaving Warsaw and Slote, against these harebrained travel arrangements. The war crisis seemed to be abating114. The Poles in the nightclubs had acted gay and carefree, though Slote had remarked on the absence of foreigners, especially Germans. The streets were as calm as ever, and there were no visible preparations for war. Byron hadtaken to gauging115 the state of the crisis by the tone of Radio Warsaw. He now knew a few key words and phrases about the crisis, and much could sometimes be surmised116 from the shaky or relieved accents of the newscasters. In the United States, announcers in a time of crisis tended to use sonorous117 doom-filled voices, to thrill ffieir listeners. The Polish broadcasters, nearer the action, were less bent118 on being dramatic. In the past day or two they had not sounded quite so worried. He said, 'Have you heard any news?" "I just got BBC on shortwave. Same bulletins as last night. Henderson's talking to Hitler." "Natalie, this would be a damned wild excursion." 'y? I'll probably never have another chance to see where my parents were born. I'm here now. Leslie himself said last night that the worst seems to be over, that they've agreed to negotiate. Anyway, you don't have to come. I mean that. It'll be a bore for you, slogging around in the Polish countryside." "Well, I'll have breakfast with you." Byron packed fast. The more time he spent with Natalie Jastrow the more she puzzled him. Her relationship with Uslie Slote now baffled him too. If they were spending time in bed together-and he had to assume that this was part of her purpose in coming to Warsaw, if not all of it-they were finding odd hurried occasions for this, or taking pains to mislead him. Night after night Slote had said his farewells in the hotel lobby. She treated Slote, when they were together, with the loving warmth of a fiance, yet when Byron tried to %ithdraw from their company-for dinner, for a concert or the theatre, even for a tour of the embassy-she made him come along. It had crossed his mind, of course, that she might be using him-perhaps had even asked him along to Warsaw-to provoke Slote. If so, the tactic119 was failing. The Foreign Service man was cordial to Byron and appeared to take his tagging along entirely120 for granted. But it was hard to tell anything about Slote, except that he was weary, swamped with work, and very concerned about Natalie's presence in Poland. There had been more to her persistence121 in the journey-that was becoming clear to Byron-than desire for her lover. The Jewish streets of Warsaw fascinated her. No matter where they started an evening, they ended in those narrow byways. She had even dragged Byron (Slote had begged off) to a performance of O'Neill's Ah, Williss! at a little Yiddish theatre in a back alley122, with a stage not twenty feet wide and a ragged curtain. For him it was a bizarre and tedious experience. But the mixture of apple-pie American characters and stylized jemish emoting in that shabby hall had much amused and moved her. "That was me, I guess," she had said, coming out of the theatre into the warm night, in the muddy alley bordered with sagging123 half-timbered houses.
"That exact strange mixture. I never quite understood that, and I'm still sorting it out. It's disconcerting but exciting. like seeing myself for the first time in a home movie." Evidently this same fascination124 was drawing her to Medzice. She was waiting for him in the restaurant. Somewhere she had bought a Polish dress, a bright flowery print with an open neck, and she had combed her heavy hair forward covering much of her forehead in an outdated125 American style, as the Warsaw women did. "Will I get by? I'm so bored with all these stares, as though I had horns." "So long as you've got your passport handy, okay. Don't go too nalive." "Oh sure, and there's always this." At her feet was a blue suede126 sack with drawstrings. 'Suit, shirt, bat, stockings, girdle. I can go into a ladies' room anytime and emerge a complete Amerikanka, full of indignation and waving dollars. Are you coming? No, of course." "Yes. My bag's in the lobby." "Honestly? You're as goofy as I am, Briny." She looked at him from under her eyebrows127, with a slow blink of her dark eyes, and Byron thought of the little ghetto128 girl in the lilac dress. "Tell me, don't you like Slote a little better now?" "I don't dislike him. I'm sorry for him at the moment, he's certainly in over his head." The waitress put down plates of food. He said, "Well, you ordered for both of us. Fine. There's nothing like this Polish ham." She said, 'I'm even beginning to feel slightly guilty here, eating ham. Imagine!" Natalie cut and ate the thick pink meat with no visible remorse129. "I don't know anything about your religion," Byron said. "Neither do I, andies hardly my religion. I dropped it before I was eleven years old-temple, Hebrew classes, everything. It grieved my father: he's a Zionist, an officer in the temple, and all that. But our rabbi was such a boring dunce, Briny! And my father simply couldn't answer my questions. He's not an intellectual like Aaron, he's a businessman. When I was eleven I'd re ad more books than he had." "But he just allowed you to drop it?" Byron said. "Like that? My father wouldn't have, that's for sure." "Possibly military men are different," Natalie said with a skeptical130 smile. "Most fathers can't do much with daughters. Anyway, I was an only child, and very good, on the whole. I just wouldn't keep up flummery that made no sense to me. Well!" She set her knife and fork down. "Coffee and then on to Medzice. Correct?" "I'm with you." A rickety taxi, with thick surgical131 tape criscrossing the cracked yellow windows, brought them to the airport. The lone74 aircraft on the sunny field looked so rusty and patched that Byron thought it might be a wreck132; but as they arrived, People came out on the grass and beganboarding it. "I don't know," Byron said as He paid the cab driver. "Do you suppose it will leave the ground? Maybe we should have this fellow wait." Natalie laughed and went to telephone Slote; but he was not in his apartment, nor at the embassy. The terminal was still crowded with Germans, though so few seemed left in Warsaw. Only Poles, and a few Jews, boarded the Cracow plane and took the awkward iron seats. The plane did leave the ground, with bumps and shudders133 that slightly parted the metal floor plates, affording a view underfoot of green fields and admitting a jet of warm air that billowed Natalie's skirt. She tucked it under her thighs134 and fell asleep. After a half hour or so the plane dived, slamming down to a stop near a barn in an open field, amid tall grass and wild flowers. BY]ron thought it was a forced landing, but several passengers took their valises and got off. Another bop of about an hour brought them to Cracow, the plane passing from green fladands to low mountains, part forested, part farmed, all checkered135 with fields of yellow, black, and purple. The Cracow terminal was a wooden hut behind a wire fence. Byron was glad to leave the plane, which reeked136 of hot iron and gasoline, and to walk out on a sunny, breezy field as fragrant137 as a flo gard either de of the tar15 ed la weren. On sir nding strip, kerchiefed peasant women were mowing138 hay in the sunshine. There were no cars in sight and only one mud-caked green bus. Some Passengers, met by their relatives, climbed into heavy horse-dravm wagons and went creaking off. "Any idea how we get to Cracow?" Byron said. "That bus must go there," Natalie said. A brown-bearded Jew standing alone and erect139 at the gate, in a long dark coat and a wide Hat dark hat, drew near, touching his hat with his hand. 'You excuse? Americans? Jastrow?" Natalie regarded him dubiously140. 'y, yes. You're not Berel?" "Yes, yes. jochanan Berel Jastrow.- He broke into a broad smile. "You excuse, poor English. Speak you Dytsche? Franos?" 'Frans, un pew,; and she switched into French. "How did you know we'd be on this plane? Wellf Byron, this is Uncle Aaron's cousin, my father's cousin. Byron Henry is a good friend of mine, Berel." The two men shook hands, and the Jew smoothed his long grayflecked brown beard, scanning Byron's face. Berel Jastrow had a broad nose, heavy eyebrows, and surprisingly blue deeset eyes with a" almost Tartar slant141. His glance was incisive142, Byron felt that Jastrow classed him in a second or two as a Gentile, though probably a friendly one.
"Enchants," Jastrow said. He led them to a rust-pitted car on the other side of the shed. The driver was a scrawny man in a light sweater and a skullcap, with a little bright red beard. After a parley143 in Yiddish they set off. Natalie explained to Byron that they were going straight to Medzice. The Jastrow family was agog144 to see her, and Cracow was twenty miles the other way. They regarded it as a wonderful omen12 that the American cousin was falling on them from the skies the day before the wedding. Natalie had telegraphed to jochanan Jastrow, Medzice, saying she expected to arrive today. But she had not mentioned the plane, scarcely expecting that the wire would reach him. 'Mais pourquoi pas? La Pologne nest pas I'Afrique ' Berel interI objected, brightly following Natalie's English. 'gest un pays tout35 a fait moderne et civili." Byron found it decidedly peculiar145 to hear clear good French spoken he would by this figure out of a ghetto painting or play. Jastrow told him arrange for their return to Rome the day after tomorrow; he had good connections in Cracow, and getting train or air tickets would be no problem at all. Swerving146 to avoid the worst holes, the car bounced along a bad tar road. They drove through tiny villages of straw-thatched log houses, painted with strips of blue between the logs. The driver had to maneuver148 around pigs, chickens, and cattle wandering in the road. Many of the houses were weathered gray, sagging, or toppling; some had no windows; but nearly all had new, or freshly varnished149, doors. Close to each village, on a rise of ground, stood a church of wood. In the sun-flooded fields women and men toiled150 with hand implements151 or horse-drawn plows152. The car passed massive wagons of hand-hewn wood pulled by muscular, resigned horses, and driven by muscular, resigned women and men, their sex indistinguishable except for marks like kerchiefs and beards. No tractor or automobile153 or any other machine appeared along the way until they came to Oswiecim, a medium-sized railroad town of brick buildings and wide streets, cut in two by a muddy river. Here the car stopped in the main square at the telephone exchange, and Natalie got out with Berel to phone Slote. Byron strolled around the square in the hot sun, attracting covert154 looks from the townspeople. He bought ice cream, and the shopgirl took his money without a word. Oswiecim was nothing like Warsaw: a flat town of low drab buildings, with an air of back-country dislike of strangers-Byron was glad to leave it. Natalie told him as they drove out into level green fields, on a dirt road along the river, that Slote, furious and alarmed, had said uncomplimentary things about Byron's intelligence, though she had tried to take all the blame on herself. "I think he's got a case of nerves," she said. "You don't suppose he's afraid of the Germans?" "Look, it was an unceremonious way to leave him." She said, with an odd little glance at Byron, "It wasn't all that um ceremonious. We were together till dawn, you know, talking. He ought to be tired of me."'What? I saw you Turn in at three." "Oh, yes, but then he rang me from the lobby, said he was too exhausted155 to sleep, or something, and I came down and we went out again." "I see. You must be really beat." "Strangely enough I feel wonderful. The nap on the plane, and now, all this sweet country air! Poland smells delicious. I never read that in a book." "Poland a foist-class country," Berel spoke up in English, stroking his beard. "Strong pipple. Hitler a big bluff156. No war." Byron's stay in Medzice remained in his memory forever after as something like a trip to the moon. Though the usual church stood on the usual knoll157, the villagers were almost all Jews. Medzice was a cluster of houses on crooked158 narrow dirt or cobbled streets, some log, some plastered, a few of brick, sloping down toward a flat green meadow and the winding159 river. About a mile beyond the town, a roofless great house in the style of a French chateau160 lay ruined on the river bank. The noble family was extinct, the house was a casualty of the World War, but the village survived. The Jastrows and their relatives seemed to comprise half of Medzice. They swarmed161 on Natalie and Byron and marched them joyously162 from home to home. The dark interiors were all much the same: tiny rooms, enormous stoves, heavy polished Victorian furniture, lace curtains, each house seething163 underfoot with children ranging from crawlers to adolescents. Wine, cake, tea, hard candies, vodka, and fish appeared on table after table. There was no polite way to refim. After a while Byron was physically165 uncomfortable, because there was never a toilet pause. In all the hours that this was going on, he never understood a word that anybody said. It seemed to him that all the Jews talked continuously and simultaneously166. Natalie chattered167 away with these bearded men in dark blouses, breeches, and heavy boots, these unpainted work-worn women in plain dresses that reached their ankles. They all appeared enthralled168 by her. Outside each house a crowd gathered, joining the conversation through the windows. The visit of the two Americans was obviously one of the grandest events in Medzice since the war. what a world! No sidewalks, no shops, no movie houses, no garages, no cars, no bicycles, no streetlights, no hydrants, no billboards; not a sound, not a sight to connect the town with the twentieth century, except a string of telegraph poles stretching along the river. Yet Natalie Jastrow was only one generation removed from this place. Dr. Aaron Jastrow, the author of A jeuls Jesus, the full professor of history at Yale, the urbane169 friend of the archbishop of Siena, had lived here until his fifteenth year, and had looked like one of these pale, skinny, studious boys in big black skullcaps and ear curls! Byron could not imagine what these people made of him, but they were fully170 as cordial to him as to Natalie, substituting smiles and gestures for the talk with which they flooded her. (The next day Natalie told him that she had identified him asher protector, an American naval171 officer sent along by Uncle Aaron. They had accepted this without question, since anything Americans did was equally unlikely and shocking and Marvelous.) The sleeping arrangements that night were as novel as everything else. Byron was quartered at the home of the rabbi. This was the outcome of a tremendous argument in which half the population participated, including at one point the village priest, a brown-bearded man who, except for his bare head and black robe, rather resembled Berel, and whose sudden appearance on the scene sobered everybody. The parleying language shifted to Polish, then to German, which Byron well understood. The priest wanted to extend his hospitality to the Gentile American. Berel managed, with a timely word of help in German from Byron, to deflect172 this offer. When the priest left, both Berel and Byron became the center of jubilant triumph, and the American was borne off to the rabbi's brick house by an escort of singing, hand-clapping yeshiva boys, led by the bridegroom himself, a pale lad of eighteen or so with a wispy173 goatee. Here the rabbi and his wife tried to give him their own bed, but since it was obviously exactly that, the only large bed in the house, a black fourposter piled with huge pillows, Byron wouldn't have it. This caused another grand parley in Yiddish. The house had a second bedroom conraining two beds, and a plank174 and mattress175 stretched across two chairs. In this room there were already five tittering girls, who, as the discussion went on, began blushing and roaring with laughter. The idea seemed to be to put Byron into one of those beds. Evidently no decent solution could be hammered out. He ended up sleeping on the floor of the main room, a sort of parlor176 and dining room combined, lined with giant leather-bound books. The rabbi gave him a feather mattress to lie on, and as six of the boys from the Cracow yeshiva shared the floor With him on similar mattresses177, he did not feel ill-treated. Indeed he slept better on the floor of the rabbi's house in Medzice than he had in War§aw's Europeisld Hotel. He found the feather mattress lulling178. He spent much of the next day walking with Natalie around the town and in the fields and along the river, past an old cemetery179 to the ruined great house. The preparations for the wedding were going forward, so today the family let the visitors amuse themselves. The muddy narrow streets of Medzice-it had rained hard during the night, and the rattling180 on the rabbi's roof had increased Byron's sense of snugness-were filled with an autumnal fragrance181 of hay and ripening182 fruit, made more tangy by the smells of the free-roaming ducks, chickens, goats, and calves183. Some of the fowl184 were encountering tragedy, happily strutting185 in the morning sunshine one moment, and the next swooped186 down upon by laughing children and carried off squawking and flapping to be slaughtered187. In the fields beyond the outlying houses and barns-mostly one-room log structures with heavy yellow thatch147 roofsows and horses grazed in tall waving grass spotted188 with wild flowers. Water bugs189 skated on the surface of the slow-moving brown river. Fish jumped and splashed, but nobody was fishing. Natalie told him she had stayed up half the night talking to the family. Most of what she had heard was news to her. Her father had tended to reminisce more about Warsaw than about his birthplace, and as a child she had been bored by the little she had heard, since she had only wanted to be a true-blue American. In the village, Uncle Aaron and her father were the legendary190 ones who had made an American success. Aaron Jastrow was variously thought tobe great surgeon, astronomer191, and cancer specialist; "Professor" had ambiguous mean(a) ingsinPolishandY(an) iddish.Nobodybu(a) t Berel knew that he had written a famous book about Jesus, and Natalie gathered that Aaron'cousin at some pains to keep the achievementquiet.Berel(thiswasafamiliarnam(s) eforjochanan(was) , his real name) was the local success. He had begun trading in mushrooms while still a student in Cracow, had branched into other exports, and had prospered192 enough to move his family to Warsaw; but he had sent his son back to the Cracow yeshiva, and had found the boy a bride in Medzice among the second cousins. The numerous Jastrows, like the rest of the villagers, lived by farming and by selling dairy products in the markets of Oswiecim and Cracow. Clambering around the ruined great house, Natalie went exploring out of sight, broke through some rotten flooring, and fell ten or twelve feet. Byron heard the splintering noise, her shriek193, and the thud. He hurried to find her. She lay sprawled194 like a broken doll, her skirt up around her gartered white thighs. She had landed on dirt and thick grass; whatever the floor here had been, probably parquet195 or marble, nothing was left of it. Byron pulled down her skirt and lifted her to a sitting position. She was conscious but stunned196, and greenish pale. In a minute or into her eyes. She shook her head. "Ye gods, I really saw stars, Byron. I thought I'd broken my silly neck." She put her head on his shoulder. "Glory, what a scare. I'm all right, help me up." She limped; her left knee bothered her, she said. She took his arm with an abashed197 grin and leaned on him. Byron had tried to keep her from climbing the decayed staircase, and the grin was her only apology, but it was enough. He was worried by the injury, and still angry over her casual disclosure that she had been with Slote until dawn the day before. However, to have this girl leaning on him, in a sunlit orchard198 full of apple scent164 by a river, seemed to Byron almost all the pleasure he wanted in the world. just holding her like this was sweeter than any delight any other girl had ever given him. Whatever it was that made a girl desirable-the enigmatic look in the eyes, the soft curve of a cheek, the shape of a mouth,. the sudden charm of a smile, the swell199 of breasts and hips200 under a dress, the smoothness of skin-Natalie Jastrow for Byron was all composed of these lovely glints, all incandescent201 with them. That she stemmed from the strange Jews of Medzice, that she was, by all evidence, the mistress of a dour202 man ten years older than himself, that she was only a solid and human girl-indeed very heavy, leaning on him and limping-with a stubborn streak203 and some unattractive, almost coarse tomboy bravado204: all these drawbacks just made her Natalie Jastrow, instead of the perfect girl he had been dreaming about since his twelfth year. The perfect girl had in fact been a blonde, and something of a sex fiend, like the dream girls of most boys. She was gone now, and this prickly Jewish brunette held her place. And here they were alone on a riverbank in south Poland, in golden sunshine, a mile from any house, amid apple trees laden205 with ripe fruit "This will be slow work, getting back," she said. "I can try to carry you."What, a horse like me? You'd rupture206 yourself. I'm fine if I keep my weight off it. It's just such a bore." 'I'm not bored," said Byron. They passed an old abandoned scow half full of water. "Let's use this," he said, tipping it to empty it out. Natalie appreciatively watched him heave up the scow unaided. "No oars," she said. "We can float downstream." He guided the scow with a long rough plank that lay in it, using the plank as a rudder and as a pole. The river was very sluggish207, almost oily, calm and brown. Natalie sat on the bow edge of the scow, facing Byron, her shoes in the seeping208 water. She said as they floated past the cemetery, "That's where all my ancestors are, I guess. The ones that aren't buried in Palestine." -Or Egypt or Mesopotamia," Byron said. Natalie shuddered209. "I don't know. It's a godforsaken place, Briny." 'Medzice?" "Poland. I'm glad grandma and grandpa got the hell out of here." He banked the scow near the village. She climbed out and walked slowly, not limping. There was no doctor here, she said, and she didn't want to generate a crisis around the injured American cousin. She would have her knee taped in Cracow tomorrow. None of the villagers noticed anything the matter with her. Byron tried to find out the war crisis news. There was one working radio in Medzice, and several broken-down ones. The priest had the working radio. The rabbi told Byron, in Yiddish tortured into a barely comprehensible kind of German, that the last broadcast from Warsaw had been encouraging: the prime minister of England had gone to his country home for the weekend, and the crisis seemed to be passing. "Henderson, Henderson," the rabbi said. "Henderson talked to Hitler." And he winked210 shrewdly, rubbing one hand over the other to pantomime a money deal The wedding made Byron wish over and over that he were a writer and could record it; a Jew, and could comprehend it. The mixture of solemnity and boisterousness211 baffled him. In his training, decorousness was the essence of a wedding, except for the shoes-and-rice moment at the very end, but the Medzice Jews-though arrayed in their best, the women in velvet212 dresses and the men in black satin coats or formal city clothes did not seem to know what decorum was. They crowded, they chattered, they burst into song; they surrounded the veiled, silent, seated bride and discussed her vehemently213; they danced, they marched here and there in the houses and in the streets, performing strange little rites214; one and then another stood on a chair to speak or to singand the guests wildly laughed and wildly cried. The pallid bridegroom, in a white robe and a black hat, looked on the verge215 of fainting. Byron accidentally learned, by offering him a plate of cakes at the long men's table where the American visitor sat in a place of honor beside the groom17, that the weedy boy had been fasting for twenty-four hours, and still was, while everybody around him continuously ate and drank with vast appetite. Byron, eating and drinking with the rest, and feeling very good indeed, was not sure for hours whether the marriage ceremony had or had not taken place. But near midnight a sudden gravity fell on the guests. In a courtyard, with the bright moon and a blaze of stars overhead, in a series of stern and impressive acts-including solemn incantations over silver goblets216 of wine and the lighting217 of long tapers-the bride and groom were brought together for a ring ceremony and a kiss, much as in a Christian218 union, under a hand-held canopy219 of purple velvet. Then the groom ground a wineglass to bits under his heel, and jubilation220 broke out that made everything before it seem staid and pale. Byron almost became the hero of the evening by putting on a black skulkap and dancing with the yeshiva boys, since there was no dancing with the girls. M the guests gathered to clap and cheer, Natalie in the forefront, her face ablaze221 with fun. Her knee healed or forgotten, she joined in the girls' dances; and so she danced, and Byron danced, inside the house and outside, far into the morning hours. Byron scarcely remembered leaving the bride's home and falling asleep on the feather mattress on the floor of the rabbi's house. But there he was when a hand shook him and he opened his eyes. Berel Jastrow was bending over him, and it took Byron a moment or two to recall where he was and who this man was, with the clever, anxious blue eyes and the long gray-streaked brown beard. All around him the yeshiva boys were sitting up and rubbing their eyes, or dressing222. The girls were hurrying here and there in their nightclothes. It was hot, and the sun was shining into the room from a clear blue sky. "Yes? What is it?" he said. "Der Deutsch," the Jew said. "Les Allemands." "Huh? What?" 'De Chormans." Byron sat up, his voice faltering223. "Oh, the Germans? What about them?" "Dey comink." by General Armin von Roon (adapted from his Land, Sea, and Air Operations of World War Id English Translation by VICTOR HENRY BY VICTOR HENRY I never expected to translate a German military work. For years, like many flag officers, I planned to write up my own experiences in World War II; and in the end, like most of them, I decided against it.
it was said of the late Fleet Admiral Ernest King that, if it had been up to him, he would have issued a single communique about the Pacific war: "We won." My war memoirs224 boil down more or less to this: "I served." Upon retiring from the Navy, I became a consultant225 to a marine226 engineering firm. On my last business trip to Germany, in 1965, I noticed in the windows of bookstores, wherever I went, stacks of a small book called World Empire Lost, by General Armin von Roon. I distinctly recalled General von Roon, from my days of service in Berlin as naval attache to the American embassy. I had met him, and chatted with him; and he came to one of my wife's frequent dinner parties. He was then on the Armed Forces Operation Staff. He had a distant, forbidding manner, a pudgy figure, and a large beaked227 nose, almost Semitic, that must have given him some grief. But of course, as his name indicates, he was of simon-pure Prussian descent. He was obviously brilliant, and I always wanted to know him better, but did not get the opportunity. I little thought then how well I would come to know him one day through his book! Out of curiosity I bought a copy of World Empire Lost, and found it so absorbing that I visited the publisher's office in Munich, to learn who had printed it in America. I then discovered that the work had not yet been translated into English. On my return to the States, I induced the publishers of this volume to acquire the English-language rights. I was planning to retire from business, and I thought that translating the book might ease the pain of putting myself out to pasture. World Empire Lost is an abstract from a huge two-volume operational analysis of the war, written by General von Roon in prison. He called it Land, Sea, and Air Campaigns of World War II, and he had plenty of time to write it; for at Nuremberg he got twenty years, for complicity in war crimes on the eastern front. This exhaustive technical work is not available in an English translation, and I doubt that it will be. Roon prefaced his account of each major campaign with a summary of the strategic and political background. These brief sketches228, pulled out and compiled by the publisher after his death, constitute World Empire Lost. (I doubt that the general would have approved of that melodramatic title.) World Empire Lost is, therefore, not solid military history, but rather a sort of publisher's stunt229. It runs together Roon's sweeping assertions about world politics in one short volume, and omits the meticulous230 military analysis that backed them. However, I believe the result is readable, interesting, and valuable. The remarkable231 thing about the book is its relative honesty. Nearly all the German military literature glosses232 over the killing233 of the Jews, the responsibility for the war, and Hitler's hold on the army and the people. About all these sticky questions, Roon writes with calm frankness. He planned to withhold234 his work from publication (and did) until he was safely dead and buried; so, unlike most German military writers, he was not tryingeither to save his neck or placate235 the victors. The result is a revelation of how the Germans really felt, and may well still feel, about Hitler's war. Here then is a German general levelling, insofar as he can do so. Roon was an able writer, much influenced by the best French and British military authors, especially de Gaulle and Churchill. His German is more readable than that of most of his countrymen who write on military matters. I hope I have at least partly conveyed this in translation. My own style, formed in a lifetime of writing U.S. Navy reports, has inevitably236 crept in here and there, but I trust no substantial distortion has resulted. This author, to my mind, portrays237 the Germans under Hitler as they were: a remarkably238 tough and effective fighting nation, not a horde239 of stupid sadists or comic bunglers, as popular entertainment now tends to caricature them. For six years these people battled almost the whole world to a standstill, and they also committed unprecedented240 crimes. The stake they were gambling241 for was, in Shakespeare's expressive242 phrase, nothing less than "the great globe itself." What was going on in their minds seems to me of Importance. That is why I have translated Roon. His version of events, while professional and well informed, can scarcely be taken at face value. He was a German through and through. On the whole I have let General von Roon describe the war in his own way. I could not, however, translate certain passages without challenging them; hence my occasional comments. Roon starts on his first page, for instance, exactly as Adolf Hitler started all his speeches: by denouncing the Versailles Treaty injustice243 imposed an honorable and trusting GermanybythecruelAllies.Hedoes(as) not(an) mentionthehistoricalc(on) atch to that. German writers seldom do. In 1917 Lenin overthrew244 the Kerensky government and sued for a separate peace on the eastern front. The Treaty of Brest-Litovsk, dictated245 by the Germans a year before the Treaty of Versailles,deprivedRussiaofaterritorymuchlargerthanFran(over) ce and England combined, of almost sixty million inhabitants, and of almost all her heavy industry. it was far harsher than the Versailles Treaty. I used to bring up this little fact during my Berlin service, whenever Versailles was mentioned. My German friends were invariably puzzled by the comparison. They thought it made no sense at all. The Treaty of Versailles had of the Germans, hcippened to them; Brest-Litovsk had happened to the other fellow. In this reaction they were sincere. I cannot explain this national quirk246 but it should never be forgotten in reading World Empire Lost. Ookton, Virginia 27 May, 1966Victor Henry (IT Z1.6-C The Responsibility for Hitler In writing this book, I have only one aim: to defend the honor of the German soldier. To trace the rise of Adolf Hitler, our leader in World War II, is not necessary here. No story of the twentieth century is better known. When the victorious247 Allies in 1919 created the crazy Treaty of Versailles, they also created Hitler. Germany in 1918, relying on the Fourteen Points of the American President Wilson, honorably laid down arms. The Allies treated the Fourteen Points as a scrap248 of paper, and wrote a treaty that partitioned Germany and made an economic and political madhouse of Europe. In thus outwitting the nllve American President and butchering up the map, the British and French politicians probably imagined they would paralyze the German notion forever. The cynical249 policy boomeranged. Winston Churchill himself has called the Versailles settlement a "sad and complicated idiocy250." The oppression of Versailles built up in the vigorous German people a volcanic251 resentment252; it burst forth253, and Adolf Hitler rode to power on the crest254 of the eruption255. The Nazi76 Party, a strange alliance of radicals256 and conservatives, of wealthy men and down-and-outers, was united only on the ideal of a resurgent Germany, and unfortunately on the old middle-European political slogan of discontentanti-Semitism. A riffraff of vulgar agitators257, philosophic258 idealists, fanatics259, opportunists, bullies260, and adventurers, some of them extremely able and energetic, swept into power with Hitler. We of the General Staff for the most part watched these turbid261 political events with distaste and foreboding. Our loyalty262 was to the state, however it was governed, but we feared a wave of weakening social change. it is fair to say that Hitler surprised us. Swiftly, without bloodshed, this brilliant and inspiring politician repaired one injustice of Versailles after another. His methods were direct and strong. The Weimar regime had tried other methods, and had met only with contempt from Britain and France. Hitler's methods worked. Inside Germany, he was equally strict and harsh when needed. Here too the methods worked, and if historians now call his regime a terror, one must concede that it was then a popular terror. Hitler brought prosperity and he rearmed us. He was a man with a mission. His burning belief in himself and in his mission swayed the German masses. Though he usurped263 much power, the masses would probably have granted it all to him freely anyway. Case RedNaturally, the swift renascence of Germany under Hitler created anger and dismay among the Allies. France, war-weary, luxury-loving, and rotted by socialism, was reluctant to take effective action. England was another matter. England still ruled the world with her global navy, her international money system, her alliances, and her empire on five continents. In ascending264 to mastery of Europe, and upsetting the balance of power, Germany was once more challenging her for world rule. This was the confrontation265 of the Great War again. Nothing could avert266 this showdown, for Germany early in the twentieth century had passed England in both population and industrial plant. In this sense Churchill correctly calls the Second World War a continuation of the first one, and both conflicts together "another Thirty Years' War." We of the German General Staff knew that at some point in Hitler's spectacular normalizing of Europe, England would intervene. The only questions were, when, and under what circumstances? Already in 1937 we had prepared a plan for a two-front war against England and Poland: Fall Rot ("Case Red"). We kept updating it as Adolf Hitler scored one bloodless victory after another, and our strategic situation and armed strength improved by leaps while Britain and France contented267 themselves with feeble scolding protests. We began to hope that the forceful Fuhrer might actually bring his new order to Europe without bloodshed, by default of the perpetrators of Versailles. Had this occurred, he could have launched his grand crusade against the Soviet268 union for living space in the east-the aim of his lifes a one-front war. History would have followed a different course. But on March 31, 1939, a day that the world should not forget, all this changed. The British Prime Minister Chamberlain suddenly gave Poland an unconditional269 guarantee of military assistance! His pretext270 was anger at Hitler for breaking his promise not to occupy the weak fragment of Czechoslovakia, left after the Munich partition-the deal which Chamberlain himself had engineered. Hitler's promises, like those of all politicians, were merely contingent271 and tactical, of course. It was asinine272 of Chamberlain to think otherwise, if he did. Whatever the motive273 for the Polish guarantee, it was a piece of suicidal stupidity. It stiffened274 the corrupt275 Polish army oligarchy276 to stand fast on the just German grievances277 involving Danzig and the Polish Corridor. it placed in the hands of these backward militarists the lever to start another world war. Otherwise it had no meaning, because in the event, England was unable to give Poland actual military help. With Russian participation278 the guarantee might have made sense; in fact it might have stopped Hitler in his tracks, because he feared above all things, as the General Staff also did, a two-front war. But the British gentlemen-politicians disdained279 the Bolsheviks, and Poland in any case utterly280 refused to consider admitting Russian protective troops. So foolishness and weakness joined hands to trigger the catastrophe281.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
bosom
|
|
| n.胸，胸部；胸怀；内心；adj.亲密的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
briny
|
|
| adj.盐水的；很咸的；n.海洋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
ragged
|
|
| adj.衣衫褴褛的，粗糙的，刺耳的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
endearment
|
|
| n.表示亲爱的行为 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
rusty
|
|
| adj.生锈的；锈色的；荒废了的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
disconsolate
|
|
| adj.忧郁的，不快的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
confiscated
|
|
| 没收，充公( confiscate的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
famished
|
|
| adj.饥饿的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
throng
|
|
| n.人群，群众；v.拥挤，群集 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
squatting
|
|
| v.像动物一样蹲下( squat的现在分词 )；非法擅自占用（土地或房屋）；为获得其所有权；而占用某片公共用地。 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
pounced
|
|
| v.突然袭击( pounce的过去式和过去分词 )；猛扑；一眼看出；抓住机会（进行抨击） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
omen
|
|
| n.征兆，预兆；vt.预示 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
swooping
|
|
| 俯冲，猛冲( swoop的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
nervously
|
|
| adv.神情激动地，不安地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
tar
|
|
| n.柏油，焦油；vt.涂或浇柏油/焦油于 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
grooming
|
|
| n. 修饰, 美容，（动物）梳理毛发 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
groom
|
|
| vt.给（马、狗等）梳毛，照料，使...整洁 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
dens
|
|
| n.牙齿，齿状部分；兽窝( den的名词复数 )；窝点；休息室；书斋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
deserted
|
|
| adj.荒芜的，荒废的，无人的，被遗弃的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
caressing
|
|
| 爱抚的，表现爱情的，亲切的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
slumped
|
|
| 大幅度下降，暴跌( slump的过去式和过去分词 )； 沉重或突然地落下[倒下] | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
glumly
|
|
| adv.忧郁地，闷闷不乐地；阴郁地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
stark
|
|
| adj.荒凉的；严酷的；完全的；adv.完全地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
pact
|
|
| n.合同，条约，公约，协定 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
luxurious
|
|
| adj.精美而昂贵的；豪华的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
bloody
|
|
| adj.非常的的；流血的；残忍的；adv.很；vt.血染 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
interspersed
|
|
| adj.[医]散开的；点缀的v.intersperse的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
poised
|
|
| a.摆好姿势不动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
twilight
|
|
| n.暮光，黄昏；暮年，晚期，衰落时期 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
thronged
|
|
| v.成群，挤满( throng的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
jocund
|
|
| adj.快乐的，高兴的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
advertising
|
|
| n.广告业；广告活动 a.广告的；广告业务的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
billboards
|
|
| n.广告牌( billboard的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
touted
|
|
| v.兜售( tout的过去式和过去分词 )；招揽；侦查；探听赛马情报 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
tout
|
|
| v.推销，招徕；兜售；吹捧，劝诱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
tonic
|
|
| n./adj.滋补品，补药，强身的，健体的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
flamboyant
|
|
| adj.火焰般的，华丽的，炫耀的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
metropolis
|
|
| n.首府；大城市 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
primitive
|
|
| adj.原始的；简单的；n.原(始)人，原始事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
jutting
|
|
| v.（使）突出( jut的现在分词 )；伸出；（从…）突出；高出 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
touching
|
|
| adj.动人的，使人感伤的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
harried
|
|
| v.使苦恼( harry的过去式和过去分词 )；不断烦扰；一再袭击；侵扰 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
puffs
|
|
| n.吸( puff的名词复数 )；（烟斗或香烟的）一吸；一缕（烟、蒸汽等）；（呼吸或风的）呼v.使喷出( puff的第三人称单数 )；喷着汽（或烟）移动；吹嘘；吹捧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
lapse
|
|
| n.过失，流逝，失效，抛弃信仰，间隔；vi.堕落，停止，失效，流逝；vt.使失效 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
stodgy
|
|
| adj.易饱的；笨重的；滞涩的；古板的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
haggling
|
|
| v.讨价还价( haggle的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
suite
|
|
| n.一套(家具)；套房；随从人员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
thumping
|
|
| adj.重大的，巨大的；重击的；尺码大的；极好的adv.极端地；非常地v.重击(thump的现在分词)；狠打；怦怦地跳；全力支持 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
tunes
|
|
| n.曲调，曲子( tune的名词复数 )v.调音( tune的第三人称单数 )；调整；（给收音机、电视等）调谐；使协调 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
linen
|
|
| n.亚麻布，亚麻线，亚麻制品；adj.亚麻布制的，亚麻的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
obsequiousness
|
|
| 媚骨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
thronging
|
|
| v.成群，挤满( throng的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
ineptness
|
|
| n.荒谬，拙劣 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
colloquy
|
|
| n.谈话，自由讨论 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
envious
|
|
| adj.嫉妒的，羡慕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
salmon
|
|
| n.鲑，大马哈鱼，橙红色的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
jovial
|
|
| adj.快乐的，好交际的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
disapproving
|
|
| adj.不满的，反对的v.不赞成( disapprove的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
anarchy
|
|
| n.无政府状态；社会秩序混乱，无秩序 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
barons
|
|
| 男爵( baron的名词复数 )； 巨头； 大王； 大亨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
spasms
|
|
| n.痉挛( spasm的名词复数 )；抽搐；（能量、行为等的）突发；发作 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
remains
|
|
| n.剩余物，残留物；遗体，遗迹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
scatter
|
|
| vt.撒，驱散，散开；散布/播；vi.分散，消散 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
unwilling
|
|
| adj.不情愿的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
questionable
|
|
| adj.可疑的，有问题的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
steering
|
|
| n.操舵装置 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
steer
|
|
| vt.驾驶，为…操舵；引导；vi.驾驶 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
glowered
|
|
| v.怒视( glower的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
blurred
|
|
| v.（使）变模糊( blur的过去式和过去分词 )；（使）难以区分；模模糊糊；迷离 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
sketched
|
|
| v.草拟（sketch的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
preoccupied
|
|
| adj.全神贯注的，入神的；被抢先占有的；心事重重的v.占据（某人）思想，使对…全神贯注，使专心于( preoccupy的过去式) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
emigrants
|
|
| n.（从本国移往他国的）移民( emigrant的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
perfectly
|
|
| adv.完美地，无可非议地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
lone
|
|
| adj.孤寂的，单独的；唯一的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
expound
|
|
| v.详述；解释；阐述 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
Nazi
|
|
| n.纳粹分子，adj.纳粹党的，纳粹的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
Nazis
|
|
| n.（德国的）纳粹党员( Nazi的名词复数 )；纳粹主义 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
dawdle
|
|
| vi.浪费时间；闲荡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
flirt
|
|
| v.调情，挑逗，调戏；n.调情者，卖俏者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
minor
|
|
| adj.较小(少)的，较次要的；n.辅修学科；vi.辅修 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
decided
|
|
| adj.决定了的，坚决的；明显的，明确的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
pallid
|
|
| adj.苍白的，呆板的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
gallant
|
|
| adj.英勇的，豪侠的；(向女人)献殷勤的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
irrational
|
|
| adj.无理性的，失去理性的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
futile
|
|
| adj.无效的，无用的，无希望的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
plunge
|
|
| v.跳入，(使)投入，(使)陷入；猛冲 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
subside
|
|
| vi.平静，平息；下沉，塌陷，沉降 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
risky
|
|
| adj.有风险的，冒险的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
doorways
|
|
| n.门口，门道( doorway的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
sweeping
|
|
| adj.范围广大的，一扫无遗的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
bowlers
|
|
| n.（板球）投球手( bowler的名词复数 )；圆顶高帽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
93
darted
|
|
| v.投掷，投射( dart的过去式和过去分词 )；向前冲，飞奔 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
94
foresight
|
|
| n.先见之明，深谋远虑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
95
vaguely
|
|
| adv.含糊地，暖昧地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
96
wagons
|
|
| n.四轮的运货马车( wagon的名词复数 )；铁路货车；小手推车 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
97
trolley
|
|
| n.手推车，台车；无轨电车；有轨电车 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
98
chubby
|
|
| adj.丰满的，圆胖的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
99
hack
|
|
| n.劈，砍，出租马车；v.劈，砍，干咳 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
100
congregated
|
|
| （使）集合，聚集( congregate的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
101
gushing
|
|
| adj.迸出的；涌出的；喷出的；过分热情的v.喷，涌( gush的现在分词 )；滔滔不绝地说话 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
102
mischief
|
|
| n.损害，伤害，危害；恶作剧，捣蛋，胡闹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
103
cuffs
|
|
| n.袖口( cuff的名词复数 )v.掌打，拳打( cuff的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
104
wary
|
|
| adj.谨慎的，机警的，小心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
105
giggles
|
|
| n.咯咯的笑( giggle的名词复数 )；傻笑；玩笑；the giggles 止不住的格格笑v.咯咯地笑( giggle的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
106
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： |
|
|
|
|
107
ardent
|
|
| adj.热情的，热烈的，强烈的，烈性的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
108
Undid
|
|
| v. 解开, 复原 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
109
cascade
|
|
| n.小瀑布，喷流；层叠；vi.成瀑布落下 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
110
dismal
|
|
| adj.阴沉的，凄凉的，令人忧郁的，差劲的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
111
collapsing
|
|
| 压扁[平]，毁坏，断裂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
112
fatigue
|
|
| n.疲劳，劳累 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
113
mighty
|
|
| adj.强有力的；巨大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
114
abating
|
|
| 减少( abate的现在分词 )； 减去； 降价； 撤消（诉讼） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
115
gauging
|
|
| n.测量[试]，测定，计量v.（用仪器）测量( gauge的现在分词 )；估计；计量；划分 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
116
surmised
|
|
| v.臆测，推断( surmise的过去式和过去分词 )；揣测；猜想 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
117
sonorous
|
|
| adj.响亮的，回响的；adv.圆润低沉地；感人地；n.感人，堂皇 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
118
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
119
tactic
|
|
| n.战略，策略；adj.战术的，有策略的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
120
entirely
|
|
| ad.全部地，完整地；完全地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
121
persistence
|
|
| n.坚持，持续，存留 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
122
alley
|
|
| n.小巷，胡同；小径，小路 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
123
sagging
|
|
| 下垂[沉，陷]，松垂，垂度 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
124
fascination
|
|
| n.令人着迷的事物，魅力，迷恋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
125
outdated
|
|
| adj.旧式的，落伍的，过时的；v.使过时 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
126
suede
|
|
| n.表面粗糙的软皮革 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
127
eyebrows
|
|
| 眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
128
ghetto
|
|
| n.少数民族聚居区，贫民区 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
129
remorse
|
|
| n.痛恨，悔恨，自责 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
130
skeptical
|
|
| adj.怀疑的，多疑的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
131
surgical
|
|
| adj.外科的，外科医生的，手术上的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
132
wreck
|
|
| n.失事，遇难；沉船；vt.(船等)失事，遇难 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
133
shudders
|
|
| n.颤动，打颤，战栗( shudder的名词复数 )v.战栗( shudder的第三人称单数 )；发抖；（机器、车辆等）突然震动；颤动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
134
thighs
|
|
| n.股，大腿( thigh的名词复数 )；食用的鸡（等的）腿 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
135
checkered
|
|
| adj.有方格图案的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
136
reeked
|
|
| v.发出浓烈的臭气( reek的过去式和过去分词 )；散发臭气；发出难闻的气味 (of sth)；明显带有（令人不快或生疑的跡象） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
137
fragrant
|
|
| adj.芬香的，馥郁的，愉快的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
138
mowing
|
|
| n.割草，一次收割量，牧草地v.刈，割( mow的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
139
erect
|
|
| n./v.树立，建立，使竖立；adj.直立的，垂直的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
140
dubiously
|
|
| adv.可疑地，怀疑地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
141
slant
|
|
| v.倾斜，倾向性地编写或报道；n.斜面，倾向 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
142
incisive
|
|
| adj.敏锐的，机敏的，锋利的，切入的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
143
parley
|
|
| n.谈判 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
144
agog
|
|
| adj.兴奋的，有强烈兴趣的； adv.渴望地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
145
peculiar
|
|
| adj.古怪的，异常的；特殊的，特有的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
146
swerving
|
|
| v.（使）改变方向，改变目的( swerve的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
147
thatch
|
|
| vt.用茅草覆盖…的顶部；n.茅草(屋) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
148
maneuver
|
|
| n.策略[pl.]演习；v.(巧妙)控制；用策略 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
149
varnished
|
|
| 浸渍过的，涂漆的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
150
toiled
|
|
| 长时间或辛苦地工作( toil的过去式和过去分词 )； 艰难缓慢地移动，跋涉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
151
implements
|
|
| n.工具( implement的名词复数 )；家具；手段；[法律]履行（契约等）v.实现( implement的第三人称单数 )；执行；贯彻；使生效 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
152
plows
|
|
| n.犁( plow的名词复数 )；犁型铲雪机v.耕( plow的第三人称单数 )；犁耕；费力穿过 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
153
automobile
|
|
| n.汽车，机动车 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
154
covert
|
|
| adj.隐藏的；暗地里的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
155
exhausted
|
|
| adj.极其疲惫的，精疲力尽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
156
bluff
|
|
| v.虚张声势，用假象骗人；n.虚张声势，欺骗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
157
knoll
|
|
| n.小山，小丘 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
158
crooked
|
|
| adj.弯曲的；不诚实的，狡猾的，不正当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
159
winding
|
|
| n.绕，缠，绕组，线圈 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
160
chateau
|
|
| n.城堡，别墅 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
161
swarmed
|
|
| 密集( swarm的过去式和过去分词 )； 云集； 成群地移动； 蜜蜂或其他飞行昆虫成群地飞来飞去 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
162
joyously
|
|
| ad.快乐地, 高兴地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
163
seething
|
|
| 沸腾的，火热的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
164
scent
|
|
| n.气味，香味，香水，线索，嗅觉；v.嗅，发觉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
165
physically
|
|
| adj.物质上，体格上，身体上，按自然规律 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
166
simultaneously
|
|
| adv.同时发生地，同时进行地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
167
chattered
|
|
| （人）喋喋不休( chatter的过去式 )； 唠叨； （牙齿）打战； （机器）震颤 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
168
enthralled
|
|
| 迷住，吸引住( enthrall的过去式和过去分词 )； 使感到非常愉快 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
169
urbane
|
|
| adj.温文尔雅的，懂礼的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
170
fully
|
|
| adv.完全地，全部地，彻底地；充分地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
171
naval
|
|
| adj.海军的，军舰的，船的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
172
deflect
|
|
| v.(使)偏斜，(使)偏离，(使)转向 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
173
wispy
|
|
| adj.模糊的；纤细的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
174
plank
|
|
| n.板条，木板，政策要点，政纲条目 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
175
mattress
|
|
| n.床垫，床褥 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
176
parlor
|
|
| n.店铺，营业室；会客室，客厅 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
177
mattresses
|
|
| 褥垫，床垫( mattress的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
178
lulling
|
|
| vt.使镇静，使安静（lull的现在分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
179
cemetery
|
|
| n.坟墓，墓地，坟场 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
180
rattling
|
|
| adj. 格格作响的, 活泼的, 很好的 adv. 极其, 很, 非常 动词rattle的现在分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
181
fragrance
|
|
| n.芬芳，香味，香气 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
182
ripening
|
|
| v.成熟，使熟( ripen的现在分词 )；熟化；熟成 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
183
calves
|
|
| n.(calf的复数)笨拙的男子，腓；腿肚子( calf的名词复数 )；牛犊；腓；小腿肚v.生小牛( calve的第三人称单数 )；（冰川）崩解；生（小牛等），产（犊）；使（冰川）崩解 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
184
fowl
|
|
| n.家禽，鸡，禽肉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
185
strutting
|
|
| 加固，支撑物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
186
swooped
|
|
| 俯冲，猛冲( swoop的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
187
slaughtered
|
|
| v.屠杀，杀戮，屠宰( slaughter的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
188
spotted
|
|
| adj.有斑点的，斑纹的，弄污了的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
189
bugs
|
|
| adj.疯狂的，发疯的n.窃听器( bug的名词复数 )；病菌；虫子；[计算机]（制作软件程序所产生的意料不到的）错误 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
190
legendary
|
|
| adj.传奇（中）的，闻名遐迩的；n.传奇（文学） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
191
astronomer
|
|
| n.天文学家 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
192
prospered
|
|
| 成功，兴旺( prosper的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
193
shriek
|
|
| v./n.尖叫，叫喊 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
194
sprawled
|
|
| v.伸开四肢坐[躺]( sprawl的过去式和过去分词)；蔓延；杂乱无序地拓展；四肢伸展坐着（或躺着） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
195
parquet
|
|
| n.镶木地板 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
196
stunned
|
|
| adj. 震惊的，惊讶的 动词stun的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
197
abashed
|
|
| adj.窘迫的，尴尬的v.使羞愧，使局促，使窘迫( abash的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
198
orchard
|
|
| n.果园，果园里的全部果树，(美俚)棒球场 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
199
swell
|
|
| vi.膨胀，肿胀；增长，增强 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
200
hips
|
|
| abbr.high impact polystyrene 高冲击强度聚苯乙烯，耐冲性聚苯乙烯n.臀部( hip的名词复数 )；[建筑学]屋脊；臀围（尺寸）；臀部…的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
201
incandescent
|
|
| adj.遇热发光的， 白炽的，感情强烈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
202
dour
|
|
| adj.冷酷的，严厉的；（岩石）嶙峋的；顽强不屈 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
203
streak
|
|
| n.条理，斑纹，倾向，少许，痕迹；v.加条纹，变成条纹，奔驰，快速移动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
204
bravado
|
|
| n.虚张声势，故作勇敢，逞能 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
205
laden
|
|
| adj.装满了的；充满了的；负了重担的；苦恼的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
206
rupture
|
|
| n.破裂；(关系的)决裂；v.(使)破裂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
207
sluggish
|
|
| adj.懒惰的，迟钝的，无精打采的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
208
seeping
|
|
| v.（液体）渗( seep的现在分词 )；渗透；渗出；漏出 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
209
shuddered
|
|
| v.战栗( shudder的过去式和过去分词 )；发抖；（机器、车辆等）突然震动；颤动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
210
winked
|
|
| v.使眼色( wink的过去式和过去分词 )；递眼色（表示友好或高兴等）；（指光）闪烁；闪亮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
211
boisterousness
|
|
| n.喧闹；欢跃；（风暴）狂烈 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
212
velvet
|
|
| n.丝绒，天鹅绒；adj.丝绒制的，柔软的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
213
vehemently
|
|
| adv. 热烈地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
214
rites
|
|
| 仪式，典礼( rite的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
215
verge
|
|
| n.边，边缘；v.接近，濒临 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
216
goblets
|
|
| n.高脚酒杯( goblet的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
217
lighting
|
|
| n.照明，光线的明暗，舞台灯光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
218
Christian
|
|
| adj.基督教徒的；n.基督教徒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
219
canopy
|
|
| n.天篷，遮篷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
220
jubilation
|
|
| n.欢庆，喜悦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
221
ablaze
|
|
| adj.着火的，燃烧的；闪耀的，灯火辉煌的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
222
dressing
|
|
| n.(食物)调料；包扎伤口的用品，敷料 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
223
faltering
|
|
| 犹豫的，支吾的，蹒跚的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
224
memoirs
|
|
| n.回忆录；回忆录传( mem,自oir的名词复数) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
225
consultant
|
|
| n.顾问；会诊医师，专科医生 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
226
marine
|
|
| adj.海的；海生的；航海的；海事的；n.水兵 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
227
beaked
|
|
| adj.有喙的，鸟嘴状的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
228
sketches
|
|
| n.草图( sketch的名词复数 )；素描；速写；梗概 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
229
stunt
|
|
| n.惊人表演，绝技，特技；vt.阻碍...发育，妨碍...生长 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
230
meticulous
|
|
| adj.极其仔细的，一丝不苟的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
231
remarkable
|
|
| adj.显著的，异常的，非凡的，值得注意的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
232
glosses
|
|
| n.（页末或书后的）注释( gloss的名词复数 )；（表面的）光滑；虚假的外表；用以产生光泽的物质v.注解( gloss的第三人称单数 )；掩饰（错误）；粉饰；把…搪塞过去 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
233
killing
|
|
| n.巨额利润；突然赚大钱，发大财 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
234
withhold
|
|
| v.拒绝，不给；使停止，阻挡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
235
placate
|
|
| v.抚慰，平息(愤怒) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
236
inevitably
|
|
| adv.不可避免地；必然发生地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
237
portrays
|
|
| v.画像( portray的第三人称单数 )；描述；描绘；描画 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
238
remarkably
|
|
| ad.不同寻常地，相当地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
239
horde
|
|
| n.群众，一大群 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
240
unprecedented
|
|
| adj.无前例的，新奇的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
241
gambling
|
|
| n.赌博；投机 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
242
expressive
|
|
| adj.表现的，表达…的，富于表情的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
243
injustice
|
|
| n.非正义，不公正，不公平，侵犯（别人的）权利 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
244
overthrew
|
|
| overthrow的过去式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
245
dictated
|
|
| v.大声讲或读( dictate的过去式和过去分词 )；口授；支配；摆布 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
246
quirk
|
|
| n.奇事，巧合；古怪的举动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
247
victorious
|
|
| adj.胜利的，得胜的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
248
scrap
|
|
| n.碎片；废料；v.废弃，报废 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
249
cynical
|
|
| adj.(对人性或动机)怀疑的，不信世道向善的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
250
idiocy
|
|
| n.愚蠢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
251
volcanic
|
|
| adj.火山的；象火山的；由火山引起的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
252
resentment
|
|
| n.怨愤，忿恨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
253
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
254
crest
|
|
| n.顶点；饰章；羽冠；vt.达到顶点；vi.形成浪尖 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
255
eruption
|
|
| n.火山爆发；（战争等）爆发；（疾病等）发作 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
256
radicals
|
|
| n.激进分子( radical的名词复数 )；根基；基本原理；[数学]根数 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
257
agitators
|
|
| n.（尤指政治变革的）鼓动者( agitator的名词复数 )；煽动者；搅拌器；搅拌机 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
258
philosophic
|
|
| adj.哲学的，贤明的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
259
fanatics
|
|
| 狂热者，入迷者( fanatic的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
260
bullies
|
|
| n.欺凌弱小者, 开球 vt.恐吓, 威胁, 欺负 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
261
turbid
|
|
| adj.混浊的，泥水的，浓的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
262
loyalty
|
|
| n.忠诚，忠心 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
263
usurped
|
|
| 篡夺，霸占( usurp的过去式和过去分词 )； 盗用； 篡夺，篡权 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
264
ascending
|
|
| adj.上升的，向上的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
265
confrontation
|
|
| n.对抗，对峙，冲突 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
266
avert
|
|
| v.防止，避免；转移(目光、注意力等) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
267
contented
|
|
| adj.满意的，安心的，知足的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
268
Soviet
|
|
| adj.苏联的，苏维埃的；n.苏维埃 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
269
unconditional
|
|
| adj.无条件的，无限制的，绝对的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
270
pretext
|
|
| n.借口，托词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
271
contingent
|
|
| adj.视条件而定的；n.一组，代表团，分遣队 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
272
asinine
|
|
| adj.愚蠢的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
273
motive
|
|
| n.动机，目的；adv.发动的，运动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
274
stiffened
|
|
| 加强的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
275
corrupt
|
|
| v.贿赂，收买；adj.腐败的，贪污的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
276
oligarchy
|
|
| n.寡头政治 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
277
grievances
|
|
| n.委屈( grievance的名词复数 )；苦衷；不满；牢骚 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
278
participation
|
|
| n.参与，参加，分享 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
279
disdained
|
|
| 鄙视( disdain的过去式和过去分词 )； 不屑于做，不愿意做 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
280
utterly
|
|
| adv.完全地，绝对地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
281
catastrophe
|
|
| n.大灾难，大祸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |