They Candy in a chair against the wall of the Sheriff's anteroom. He hated me with his eyes as I went by him into the big square room where Sheriff Petersen held court in the middle of a collection of testimonials from a grateful public to his twenty years of faithful public service. The walls were loaded with photographs of horses and Sheriff Petersen made a personal appearance in every photograph. The corners of his carved desk were horses' heads. His inkwell was a mounted polished horse's
hoof1 and his pens were planted in the mate to it filled with white sand. A gold plate on each of these said something or other about a date. In the middle of a spotless desk blotter lay a bag of Bull Durham and a pack of brown cigarette papers. Petersen rolled his own. He could roll one with one hand on horseback and often did, especially when leading a parade on a big white horse with a Mexican saddle loaded with beautiful Mexican silverwork. On horseback he wore a flat-crowned Mexican sombrero. He rode beautifully and his horse always knew exactly when to be quiet, when to act up so that the Sheriff with his calm inscrutable smile could bring the horse back under control with one hand. The Sheriff had a good act. He had a handsome
hawklike2 profile, getting a little
saggy3 under the chin by now, but he knew how to hold his head so it wouldn't show too much. He put a lot of hard work into having his picture taken. He was in his middle fifties and his father, a Dane, had left him a lot of money. The Sheriff didn't look like a Dane, because his hair was dark and his skin was brown and he had the impassive
poise4 of a cigar store Indian and about the same kind of brains. But nobody had ever called him a
crook5. There had been
crooks6 in his department and they had fooled him as well as they had fooled the public, but none of the
crookedness7 rubbed off on Sheriff Petersen. He just went right on getting elected without even trying, riding white horses at the head of parades, and questioning suspects in front of cameras. That's what the
captions8 said. As a matter of fact he never questioned anybody. He wouldn't have known how. He just sat at his desk looking sternly at the suspect, showing his profile to the camera. The flash bulbs would go off, the camera men woukl thank the Sheriff
deferentially9, and the suspect would be removed not having opened his mouth, and the Sheriff would go home to his
ranch10 in the San Fernando Valley. There he could always be reached. If you couldn't reach him in person, you could talk to one of his horses. Once in a while, come election thne, some misguided politician would try to get Sheriff Petersen's job, and would be apt to call him things like The Guy With The Built-In Profile or The Ham That Smokes Itself, but it didn't get him anywhere. Sheriff Petersen just went right on getting re-elected, a living testimonial to the fact that you can hold an important public office forever in our country with no qualifications for it but a clean nose, a photogenic face, and a close mouth. If on top of that you look good on a horse, you are unbeatable. As Ohls and I went in, Sheriff Petersen was
standing11 behind his desk and the camera boys were filing out by another door. The Sheriff had his white Stetson Ofl. He was rolling a cigarette. He was all set to go home. He looked at me sternly. "Who's this?" he asked in a rich baritone voice. "Name's Philip Marlowe, Chief," Ohls said. "Only person in the house when
Wade12 shot himself. You want a picture?" The Sheriff studied me. "I don't think so," he said, and turned to a big tired-looking man with iron-gray hair. "If you need me, I'll be at the ranch, Captain Hernandez." "Yes, sir." Petersen lit his cigarette with a kitchen match. He lit it on his thumbnail. No
lighters14 for Sheriff Petersen. He was
strictly15 a roll-yourown-and-.light-'em-with-one-hand type. He said goodnight and went out. A
deadpan16 character with hard black eyes went with him, his personal
bodyguard17. The door closed. When he was gone Captain Hernandez moved to the desk and sat in the Sheriff's enormous chair and a stenotype operator in the corner moved his stand out from the wall to get elbow room. Ohls sat at the end of the desk and looked amused. "All right, Marlowe," Hernandez said briskly. "Let's have it." "How come I don't get my photo taken?" "You heard what the Sheriff said." "Yeah, but why?" I
whined18. Ohls laughed. "You know damn well why." "You mean on account of I'm tall, dark, and handsome and somebody might look at me?" "Cut it," Hernandez said coldly. "Let's get on with your statement. Start from the beginning." I gave it to them from the beginning: my interview with Howard Spencer, my meeting with Eileen Wade, her asking me to find Roger, my finding him, her asking me to the house, what Wade asked me to do and how I found him passed out near the hibiscus bushes and the rest of it. The stenotype operator took it down. Nobody interrupted me. All of it was true. The truth and nothing but the truth. But not quite all the truth. What I left out was my business. "Nice," Hernandez said at the end. "But not quite complete." This was a cool competent dangerous guy, this Hernandez. Somebody in the Sheriff's office had to be. "The night Wade shot off the gun in his bedroom you went into Mrs. Wade's room and were in there for some time with the door shut. What were you doing in there?" "She called me in and asked me how he was." "Why shut the door?" "Wade was half asleep and I didn't want to make any noise. Also the hbuseboy was hanging around with his ear out. Also she asked me to shut the door. I didn't realize it was going to be important." "How long were you in there?" "I don't know. Three minutes maybe." "I suggest you were in there a couple of hours," Hernandez said coldly. "Do I make myself clear?" I looked at Ohls. Ohls didn't look at anything. He was chewing on an unlighted cigarette as usual. "You are misinformed, Captain." "We'll see. After you left the room you went downstairs to the study and spent the night on the couch. Perhaps I should say the rest of the night." "It was ten minutes to eleven when he called me at home. It was long past two o'clock when I went into the study for the last time that night. Call it the rest of the night if you like." "Get the houseboy in here," Hernandez said. Ohls went out and came back with Candy. They put Candy in a chair. Hernandez asked him a few questions to establish who he was and so on. Then he said: "All right, Candy—we'll call you that for convenience— after you helped Marlowe put Roger Wade to bed, what happened?" I knew what was coming more or less. Candy told his story in a quiet
savage19 voice with very little accent. It seemed as if he could turn that on and off at will. His story was that he had hung around downstairs in case he was wanted again, part of the time in the kitchen where he got himself some food, part of the time in the living room. While in the living room sitting in a chair near the front door he had seen Eileen Wade standing in the door of her room and he had seen her take her clothes off. He had seen her put a robe on with nothing under it and he had seen me go into her room and I shut the door and stayed in there a long time, a couple of hours he thought. He had gone up the stairs and listened. He had heard the bedsprings making sounds. He had heard whispering. He made his meaning very obvious. When he had finished he gave me a
corrosive20 look and his mouth was twisted tight with
hatred21. "Take him out," Hernandez said. "Just a minute," I said. "I want to question him." "I ask the questions here," Hernandez said sharply. "You don't know how, Captain. You weren't there. He's lying and he knows it and I know it." Hernandez leaned back and picked up one of the Sheriff's pens. He
bent22 the handle of the pen. It was long and
pointed23 and made of
stiffened24 horsehair. When he let go of the point it sprang back. "Shoot," he said at last. I faced Candy. "Where were you when you saw Mrs. Wade take her clothes off?" "I was sitting down in a chair near the fiont door," he said in a surly tone. "Between the front door and the two facing davenports?" "What I said." "Where was Mrs. Wade?" "Just inside the door of her room. The door was open." "What light was there in the living room?" "One lamp. Tall lamp what they call a bridge lamp." "What light was on the balcony?" "No light. Light in her bedroom." "What kind of light in her bedroom?" "Not much light. Night table lamp, maybe." "Not a ceiling light?" "No." "After she took her clothes off—standing just inside the door of her room, you said—she put on a robe. What kind of robe?" "Blue robe. Long thing like a house coat. She tie it with a sash." "So if you hadn't actually seen her take her clothes off you wouldn't know what she had on under the robe?" He
shrugged25. He looked
vaguely26 worried. "Si. That's right. But I see her take her clothes off." "You're a
liar27. There isn't any place in the living room from which you could see her take her clothes off right bang in her
doorway28, much less inside her room. She would have to come out to the edge of the balcony. If she had done that she would have seen you." He just glared at me. I turned to Ohls. "You've seen the house. Captain Hernandez hasn't—or has he?" Ohls shook his head slightly. Hernandez frowned andsaid nothing. "There is no spot in that living room, Captain Hernandez, from which he could see even the top of Mrs. Wade's head — even if he was standing up—and he says he was sitting down—provided she was as far back as her own doorway or inside it. I'm four inches taller than he is and I could only see the top foot of an open door when I was standing just inside the front door of the house, She would have to come out to the edge of the balcony for him to see what he says he saw. Why would she do that? Why would she undress in her doorway even? There's no sense to it." Hernandez just looked at me. Then he looked at Candy. "How about the time element?" he asked softly, speaking to me. "That's his word against mine. I'm talking about what can be proved." Hernandez spit Spanish at Candy too fast for me to understand. Candy just stared at him sulkily. "Take him out," Hernandez said. Ohls jerked a thumb and opened the door. Candy went out. Hernandez brought out a box of cigarettes, stuck one on his lip, and lit it with a gold
lighter13, Ohls came back into the room, Hernandez said calmly: "I just told him that if there was an inquest and he told that story on the stand, he'd find himself doing a one-to-three up in Q for
perjury29. Didn't seem to impress him much. It's obvious what's eating him, An old-fashioned case of hot pants, If he'd been around and we had any reason to suspect murder, he'd make a pretty good pigeon—except that he would have used a knife. I got the impression earlier that he felt pretty bad about Wade's death. Any questions you want to ask, Ohls?" Ohls shook his head. Hernandez looked at me and said: "Come back in the morning and sign your statement. We'll have it typed out by then. We ought to have a P.M. report by ten o'clock, preliminary anyway. Anything you don't like about this setup, Marlowe?" "Would you mind rephrasing the question? The way you put it suggests there might be something I do like about it." "Okay," he said wearily. "Take off. I'm going home." I stood up. "Of course I never did believe that stuff Candy pulled on us," he said. "Just used it for a corkscrew. No hard feelings, I hope." "No feelings at all, Captain. No feelings at all." They watched me go out and didn't say goodnight. I walked down the long corridor to the Hill Street entrance and got into my car and drove home. No feelings at all was exactly right. I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between the stars. When I got home I mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and
sipped30 it and listened to the groundswell of the traffic on Laurel
Canyon31 Boulevard and looked at the glare of the big angry city hanging over the shoulder of the hills through which the boulevard had been cut. Far off the banshee
wail32 of police or fire sirens rose and fell, never for very long completely silent Twenty.four hours a day somebody is running, somebody else is trying to catch him. Out there in the night of a thousand crimes people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying glass, crushed against
steering33 wheels or under heavy tires. People were being beaten, robbed, strangled,
raped34, and murdered. People were hungry, sick; bored, desperate with loneliness or
remorse35 or fear, angry, cruel,
feverish36, shaken by
sobs37. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness. It all depends on where you sit and what your own private score is. I didn't have one. I didn't care. I finished the drink and went to bed.
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hoof
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n.(马,牛等的)蹄 |
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- Suddenly he heard the quick,short click of a horse's hoof behind him.突然间,他听见背后响起一阵急骤的马蹄的得得声。
- I was kicked by a hoof.我被一只蹄子踢到了。
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saggy
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松懈的,下垂的 |
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- Daisy: Would you still love me if I were old and saggy? 当我的皮肤变得又老又松弛时,你还会爱我吗?
- My darling, if my breasts were saggy, would you still love me? 这是女人最担心的一个问题。
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poise
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vt./vi. 平衡,保持平衡;n.泰然自若,自信 |
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- She hesitated briefly but quickly regained her poise.她犹豫片刻,但很快恢复了镇静。
- Ballet classes are important for poise and grace.芭蕾课对培养优雅的姿仪非常重要。
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crook
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v.使弯曲;n.小偷,骗子,贼;弯曲(处) |
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- He demanded an apology from me for calling him a crook.我骂他骗子,他要我向他认错。
- She was cradling a small parcel in the crook of her elbow.她用手臂挎着一个小包裹。
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crooks
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n.骗子( crook的名词复数 );罪犯;弯曲部分;(牧羊人或主教用的)弯拐杖v.弯成钩形( crook的第三人称单数 ) |
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- The police are getting after the crooks in the city. 警察在城里追捕小偷。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- The cops got the crooks. 警察捉到了那些罪犯。 来自《简明英汉词典》
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crookedness
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[医]弯曲 |
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- She resolutely refused to believe that her father was in any way connected with any crookedness. 她坚决拒绝相信她父亲与邪魔歪道早有任何方面的关联。
- The crookedness of the stairway make it hard for the child to get up. 弯曲的楼梯使小孩上楼困难。
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captions
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n.标题,说明文字,字幕( caption的名词复数 )v.给(图片、照片等)加说明文字( caption的第三人称单数 ) |
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- I stared, trying to grasp the point of the picture and the captions. 我目不转睛地看着漫画,想弄清楚漫画和解说词的意思。 来自辞典例句
- Indicates whether the user or the system paints the captions. 指示是由用户还是由系统来绘制标题。 来自互联网
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deferentially
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adv.表示敬意地,谦恭地 |
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- "Now, let me see,'said Hurstwood, looking over Carrie's shoulder very deferentially. “来,让我瞧瞧你的牌。”赫斯渥说着,彬彬有礼地从嘉莉背后看过去。 来自英汉文学 - 嘉莉妹妹
- He always acts so deferentially around his supervisor. 他总是毕恭毕敬地围着他的上司转。 来自互联网
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ranch
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n.大牧场,大农场 |
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- He went to work on a ranch.他去一个大农场干活。
- The ranch is in the middle of a large plateau.该牧场位于一个辽阔高原的中部。
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standing
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n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 |
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- After the earthquake only a few houses were left standing.地震过后只有几幢房屋还立着。
- They're standing out against any change in the law.他们坚决反对对法律做任何修改。
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wade
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v.跋涉,涉水;n.跋涉 |
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- We had to wade through the river to the opposite bank.我们只好涉水过河到对岸。
- We cannot but wade across the river.我们只好趟水过去。
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lighter
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n.打火机,点火器;驳船;v.用驳船运送;light的比较级 |
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- The portrait was touched up so as to make it lighter.这张画经过润色,色调明朗了一些。
- The lighter works off the car battery.引燃器利用汽车蓄电池打火。
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lighters
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n.打火机,点火器( lighter的名词复数 ) |
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- The cargo is being discharged into lighters. 正在往驳船里卸货。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
- Babies'bootees and cheap cigarette lighters were displayed in unlikely juxtaposition. 儿童的短靴和廉价的打火机很不相称地陈列在一起。 来自辞典例句
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strictly
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adv.严厉地,严格地;严密地 |
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- His doctor is dieting him strictly.他的医生严格规定他的饮食。
- The guests were seated strictly in order of precedence.客人严格按照地位高低就座。
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deadpan
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n. 无表情的 |
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- Some people don't catch his deadpan humor,that makes it even funnier.有些人不能了解他那种无表情的幽默,因此更有趣。
- She put the letter on the desk in front of me,her face deadpan,not a flicker of a smile.她把那封信放在我面前的桌子上,故意一 脸严肃,没有一丝的笑容。
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bodyguard
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n.护卫,保镖 |
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- She has to have an armed bodyguard wherever she goes.她不管到哪儿都得有带武器的保镖跟从。
- The big guy standing at his side may be his bodyguard.站在他身旁的那个大个子可能是他的保镖。
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whined
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v.哀号( whine的过去式和过去分词 );哀诉,诉怨 |
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- The dog whined at the door, asking to be let out. 狗在门前嚎叫着要出去。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
- He whined and pouted when he did not get what he wanted. 他要是没得到想要的东西就会发牢骚、撅嘴。 来自辞典例句
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savage
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adj.野蛮的;凶恶的,残暴的;n.未开化的人 |
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- The poor man received a savage beating from the thugs.那可怜的人遭到暴徒的痛打。
- He has a savage temper.他脾气粗暴。
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corrosive
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adj.腐蚀性的;有害的;恶毒的 |
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- Many highly corrosive substances are used in the nuclear industry.核工业使用许多腐蚀性很强的物质。
- Many highly corrosive substances are used in the nuclear industry.核工业使用许多腐蚀性很强的物质。
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hatred
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n.憎恶,憎恨,仇恨 |
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- He looked at me with hatred in his eyes.他以憎恨的眼光望着我。
- The old man was seized with burning hatred for the fascists.老人对法西斯主义者充满了仇恨。
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bent
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n.爱好,癖好;adj.弯的;决心的,一心的 |
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- He was fully bent upon the project.他一心扑在这项计划上。
- We bent over backward to help them.我们尽了最大努力帮助他们。
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pointed
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adj.尖的,直截了当的 |
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- He gave me a very sharp pointed pencil.他给我一支削得非常尖的铅笔。
- She wished to show Mrs.John Dashwood by this pointed invitation to her brother.她想通过对达茨伍德夫人提出直截了当的邀请向她的哥哥表示出来。
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stiffened
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加强的 |
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- He leaned towards her and she stiffened at this invasion of her personal space. 他向她俯过身去,这种侵犯她个人空间的举动让她绷紧了身子。
- She stiffened with fear. 她吓呆了。
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shrugged
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vt.耸肩(shrug的过去式与过去分词形式) |
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- Sam shrugged and said nothing. 萨姆耸耸肩膀,什么也没说。
- She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. 她耸耸肩,装出一副无所谓的样子。 来自《简明英汉词典》
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vaguely
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adv.含糊地,暖昧地 |
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- He had talked vaguely of going to work abroad.他含糊其词地说了到国外工作的事。
- He looked vaguely before him with unseeing eyes.他迷迷糊糊的望着前面,对一切都视而不见。
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liar
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n.说谎的人 |
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- I know you for a thief and a liar!我算认识你了,一个又偷又骗的家伙!
- She was wrongly labelled a liar.她被错误地扣上说谎者的帽子。
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doorway
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n.门口,(喻)入门;门路,途径 |
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- They huddled in the shop doorway to shelter from the rain.他们挤在商店门口躲雨。
- Mary suddenly appeared in the doorway.玛丽突然出现在门口。
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perjury
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n.伪证;伪证罪 |
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- You'll be punished if you procure the witness to commit perjury.如果你诱使证人作伪证,你要受罚的。
- She appeared in court on a perjury charge.她因被指控做了伪证而出庭受审。
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sipped
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v.小口喝,呷,抿( sip的过去式和过去分词 ) |
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- He sipped his coffee pleasurably. 他怡然地品味着咖啡。
- I sipped the hot chocolate she had made. 我小口喝着她调制的巧克力热饮。 来自辞典例句
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canyon
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n.峡谷,溪谷 |
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- The Grand Canyon in the USA is 1900 metres deep.美国的大峡谷1900米深。
- The canyon is famous for producing echoes.这个峡谷以回声而闻名。
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wail
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vt./vi.大声哀号,恸哭;呼啸,尖啸 |
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- Somewhere in the audience an old woman's voice began plaintive wail.观众席里,一位老太太伤心地哭起来。
- One of the small children began to wail with terror.小孩中的一个吓得大哭起来。
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steering
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n.操舵装置 |
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- He beat his hands on the steering wheel in frustration. 他沮丧地用手打了几下方向盘。
- Steering according to the wind, he also framed his words more amicably. 他真会看风使舵,口吻也马上变得温和了。
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raped
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v.以暴力夺取,强夺( rape的过去式和过去分词 );强奸 |
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- A young woman was brutally raped in her own home. 一名年轻女子在自己家中惨遭强暴。 来自辞典例句
- We got stick together, or we will be having our women raped. 我们得团结一致,不然我们的妻女就会遭到蹂躏。 来自辞典例句
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remorse
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n.痛恨,悔恨,自责 |
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- She had no remorse about what she had said.她对所说的话不后悔。
- He has shown no remorse for his actions.他对自己的行为没有任何悔恨之意。
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feverish
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adj.发烧的,狂热的,兴奋的 |
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- He is too feverish to rest.他兴奋得安静不下来。
- They worked with feverish haste to finish the job.为了完成此事他们以狂热的速度工作着。
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sobs
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啜泣(声),呜咽(声)( sob的名词复数 ) |
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- She was struggling to suppress her sobs. 她拼命不让自己哭出来。
- She burst into a convulsive sobs. 她突然抽泣起来。
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