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Chapter 22


  Weller of his affectionate son, as he entered the yard ofthe Bull Inn, Whitechapel, with a travelling-bag and asmall portmanteau.

  ‘You might ha’ made a worser guess than that, old feller,’

  replied Mr. Weller the younger, setting down his burden in theyard, and sitting himself down upon it afterwards. ‘The governorhisself’ll be down here presently.’

  ‘He’s a-cabbin’ it, I suppose?’ said the father.

  ‘Yes, he’s a havin’ two mile o’ danger at eight-pence,’ respondedthe son. ‘How’s mother-in-law this mornin’?’

  ‘Queer, Sammy, queer,’ replied the elder Mr. Weller, withimpressive gravity. ‘She’s been gettin’ rayther in the Methodisticalorder lately, Sammy; and she is uncommon3 pious4, to be sure.

  She’s too good a creetur for me, Sammy. I feel I don’t deserve her.’

  ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Samuel. ‘that’s wery self-denyin’ o’ you.’

  ‘Wery,’ replied his parent, with a sigh. ‘She’s got hold o’ someinwention for grown-up people being born again, Sammy―thenew birth, I think they calls it. I should wery much like to see thatsystem in haction, Sammy. I should wery much like to see yourmother-in-law born again. Wouldn’t I put her out to nurse!’

  ‘What do you think them women does t’other day,’ continuedMr. Weller, after a short pause, during which he had significantlystruck the side of his nose with his forefinger5 some half-dozentimes. ‘What do you think they does, t’other day, Sammy?’

  ‘Don’t know,’ replied Sam, ‘what?’

  ‘Goes and gets up a grand tea drinkin’ for a feller they callstheir shepherd,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘I was a-standing6 starin’ in at thepictur shop down at our place, when I sees a little bill about it;“tickets half-a-crown. All applications to be made to thecommittee. Secretary, Mrs. Weller”; and when I got home therewas the committee a-sittin’ in our back parlour. Fourteen women;I wish you could ha’ heard ’em, Sammy. There they was, a-passin’

  resolutions, and wotin’ supplies, and all sorts o’ games. Well, whatwith your mother-in-law a-worrying me to go, and what with mylooking for’ard to seein’ some queer starts if I did, I put my namedown for a ticket; at six o’clock on the Friday evenin’ I dressesmyself out wery smart, and off I goes with the old ’ooman, and upwe walks into a fust-floor where there was tea-things for thirty,and a whole lot o’ women as begins whisperin’ to one another, andlookin’ at me, as if they’d never seen a rayther stout7 gen’l’m’n ofeight-and-fifty afore. By and by, there comes a great bustledownstairs, and a lanky8 chap with a red nose and a whiteneckcloth rushes up, and sings out, “Here’s the shepherd a-coming to wisit his faithful flock;” and in comes a fat chap in black,vith a great white face, a-smilin’ avay like clockwork. Such goin’son, Sammy! “The kiss of peace,” says the shepherd; and then hekissed the women all round, and ven he’d done, the man vith thered nose began. I was just a-thinkin’ whether I hadn’t better begintoo―’specially as there was a wery nice lady a-sittin’ next me―venin comes the tea, and your mother-in-law, as had been makin’ thekettle bile downstairs. At it they went, tooth and nail. Such aprecious loud hymn9, Sammy, while the tea was a brewing10; such agrace, such eatin’ and drinkin’! I wish you could ha’ seen theshepherd walkin’ into the ham and muffins. I never see such achap to eat and drink―never. The red-nosed man warn’t by nomeans the sort of person you’d like to grub by contract, but he wasnothin’ to the shepherd. Well; arter the tea was over, they sanganother hymn, and then the shepherd began to preach: and werywell he did it, considerin’ how heavy them muffins must have liedon his chest. Presently he pulls up, all of a sudden, and hollers out,“Where is the sinner; where is the mis’rable sinner?” Upon which,all the women looked at me, and began to groan11 as if they was a-dying. I thought it was rather sing’ler, but howsoever, I saysnothing. Presently he pulls up again, and lookin’ wery hard at me,says, “Where is the sinner; where is the mis’rable sinner?” and allthe women groans12 again, ten times louder than afore. I got rathersavage at this, so I takes a step or two for’ard and says, “Myfriend,” says I, “did you apply that ’ere obserwation to me?” ‘Steadof beggin’ my pardon as any gen’l’m’n would ha’ done, he got moreabusive than ever:―called me a wessel, Sammy―a wessel ofwrath―and all sorts o’ names. So my blood being reg’larly up, Ifirst gave him two or three for himself, and then two or three moreto hand over to the man with the red nose, and walked off. I wishyou could ha’ heard how the women screamed, Sammy, ven theypicked up the shepherd from underneath13 the table―Hollo! here’sthe governor, the size of life.’

  As Mr. Weller spoke14, Mr. Pickwick dismounted from a cab, andentered the yard. ‘Fine mornin’, sir,’ said Mr. Weller, senior.

  ‘Beautiful indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Beautiful indeed,’ echoes a red-haired man with an inquisitivenose and green spectacles, who had unpacked15 himself from a cabat the same moment as Mr. Pickwick. ‘Going to Ipswich, sir?’

  ‘I am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Extraordinary coincidence. So am I.’

  Mr. Pickwick bowed.

  ‘Going outside?’ said the red-haired man. Mr. Pickwick bowedagain.

  ‘Bless my soul, how remarkable16―I am going outside, too,’ saidthe red-haired man; ‘we are positively17 going together.’ And thered-haired man, who was an important-looking, sharp-nosed,mysterious-spoken personage, with a bird-like habit of giving hishead a jerk every time he said anything, smiled as if he had madeone of the strangest discoveries that ever fell to the lot of humanwisdom.

  ‘I am happy in the prospect18 of your company, sir,’ said Mr.


  ‘Ah,’ said the new-comer, ‘it’s a good thing for both of us, isn’tit? Company, you see―company―is―is―it’s a very differentthing from solitude―ain’t it?’

  ‘There’s no denying that ’ere,’ said Mr. Weller, joining in theconversation, with an affable smile. ‘That’s what I call a self-evident proposition, as the dog’s-meat man said, when thehousemaid told him he warn’t a gentleman.’

  ‘Ah,’ said the red-haired man, surveying Mr. Weller from headto foot with a supercilious19 look. ‘Friend of yours, sir?’

  ‘Not exactly a friend,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, in a low tone. ‘Thefact is, he is my servant, but I allow him to take a good manyliberties; for, between ourselves, I flatter myself he is an original,and I am rather proud of him.’

  ‘Ah,’ said the red-haired man, ‘that, you see, is a matter of taste.

  I am not fond of anything original; I don’t like it; don’t see thenecessity for it. What’s your name, sir?’

  ‘Here is my card, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, much amused bythe abruptness20 of the question, and the singular manner of thestranger.

  ‘Ah,’ said the red-haired man, placing the card in his pocket-book, ‘Pickwick; very good. I like to know a man’s name, it savesso much trouble. That’s my card, sir. Magnus, you will perceive,sir―Magnus is my name. It’s rather a good name, I think, sir.’

  ‘A very good name, indeed,’ said Mr. Pickwick, wholly unable torepress a smile.

  ‘Yes, I think it is,’ resumed Mr. Magnus. ‘There’s a good namebefore it, too, you will observe. Permit me, sir―if you hold thecard a little slanting21, this way, you catch the light upon the up-stroke. There―Peter Magnus―sounds well, I think, sir.’

  ‘Very,’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Curious circumstance about those initials, sir,’ said Mr.

  Magnus. ‘You will observe―P.M.―post meridian22. In hasty notesto intimate acquaintance, I sometimes sign myself “Afternoon.” Itamuses my friends very much, Mr. Pickwick.’

  ‘It is calculated to afford them the highest gratification, I shouldconceive,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rather envying the ease with whichMr. Magnus’s friends were entertained.

  ‘Now, gen’l’m’n,’ said the hostler, ‘coach is ready, if you please.’

  ‘Is all my luggage in?’ inquired Mr. Magnus.

  ‘All right, sir.’

  ‘Is the red bag in?’

  ‘All right, sir.’

  ‘And the striped bag?’

  ‘Fore boot, sir.’

  ‘And the brown-paper parcel?’

  ‘Under the seat, sir.’

  ‘And the leather hat-box?’

  ‘They’re all in, sir.’

  ‘Now, will you get up?’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Excuse me,’ replied Magnus, standing on the wheel. ‘Excuseme, Mr. Pickwick. I cannot consent to get up, in this state ofuncertainty. I am quite satisfied from that man’s manner, that theleather hat-box is not in.’

  The solemn protestations of the hostler being whollyunavailing, the leather hat-box was obliged to be raked up fromthe lowest depth of the boot, to satisfy him that it had been safelypacked; and after he had been assured on this head, he felt asolemn presentiment24, first, that the red bag was mislaid, and nextthat the striped bag had been stolen, and then that the brown-paper parcel ‘had come untied25.’ At length when he had receivedocular demonstration26 of the groundless nature of each and everyof these suspicions, he consented to climb up to the roof of thecoach, observing that now he had taken everything off his mind,he felt quite comfortable and happy.

  ‘You’re given to nervousness, ain’t you, sir?’ inquired Mr.

  Weller, senior, eyeing the stranger askance, as he mounted to hisplace.

  ‘Yes; I always am rather about these little matters,’ said thestranger, ‘but I am all right now―quite right.’

   ‘Well, that’s a blessin’, said Mr. Weller. ‘Sammy, help yourmaster up to the box; t’other leg, sir, that’s it; give us your hand,sir. Up with you. You was a lighter27 weight when you was a boy,sir.’

  ‘True enough, that, Mr. Weller,’ said the breathless Mr.

  Pickwick good-humouredly, as he took his seat on the box besidehim.

  ‘Jump up in front, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Now Villam, run’em out. Take care o’ the archvay, gen’l’m’n. “Heads,” as thepieman says. That’ll do, Villam. Let ’em alone.’ And away went thecoach up Whitechapel, to the admiration28 of the whole populationof that pretty densely30 populated quarter.

  ‘Not a wery nice neighbourhood, this, sir,’ said Sam, with atouch of the hat, which always preceded his entering intoconversation with his master.

  ‘It is not indeed, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, surveying thecrowded and filthy31 street through which they were passing.

  ‘It’s a wery remarkable circumstance, sir,’ said Sam, ‘thatpoverty and oysters32 always seem to go together.’

  ‘I don’t understand you, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘What I mean, sir,’ said Sam, ‘is, that the poorer a place is, thegreater call there seems to be for oysters. Look here, sir; here’s aoyster-stall to every half-dozen houses. The street’s lined vith ’em.

  Blessed if I don’t think that ven a man’s wery poor, he rushes outof his lodgings33, and eats oysters in reg’lar desperation.’

  ‘To be sure he does,’ said Mr. Weller, senior; ‘and it’s just thesame vith pickled salmon34!’

  ‘Those are two very remarkable facts, which never occurred tome before,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘The very first place we stop at, I’llmake a note of them.’

  By this time they had reached the turnpike at Mile End; aprofound silence prevailed until they had got two or three milesfarther on, when Mr. Weller, senior, turning suddenly to Mr.

  Pickwick, said―‘Wery queer life is a pike-keeper’s, sir.’

  ‘A what?’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘A pike-keeper.’

  ‘What do you mean by a pike-keeper?’ inquired Mr. PeterMagnus.

  ‘The old ’un means a turnpike-keeper, gen’l’m’n,’ observed Mr.

  Samuel Weller, in explanation.

  ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I see. Yes; very curious life. Veryuncomfortable.’

  ‘They’re all on ’em men as has met vith some disappointment inlife,’ said Mr. Weller, senior.

  ‘Ay, ay,’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Yes. Consequence of vich, they retires from the world, andshuts themselves up in pikes; partly with the view of beingsolitary, and partly to rewenge themselves on mankind by takin’


  ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I never knew that before.’

  ‘Fact, sir,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘if they was gen’l’m’n, you’d call ’emmisanthropes, but as it is, they only takes to pike-keepin’.’

  With such conversation, possessing the inestimable charm ofblending amusement with instruction, did Mr. Weller beguile35 thetediousness of the journey, during the greater part of the day.

  Topics of conversation were never wanting, for even when anypause occurred in Mr. Weller’s loquacity36, it was abundantlysupplied by the desire evinced by Mr. Magnus to make himselfacquainted with the whole of the personal history of his fellow-travellers, and his loudly-expressed anxiety at every stage,respecting the safety and well-being37 of the two bags, the leatherhat-box, and the brown-paper parcel.

  In the main street of Ipswich, on the left-hand side of the way, ashort distance after you have passed through the open spacefronting the Town Hall, stands an inn known far and wide by theappellation of the Great White Horse, rendered the moreconspicuous by a stone statue of some rampacious animal withflowing mane and tail, distantly resembling an insane cart-horse,which is elevated above the principal door. The Great White Horseis famous in the neighbourhood, in the same degree as a prize ox,or a county-paper-chronicled turnip38, or unwieldy pig―for itsenormous size. Never was such labyrinths39 of uncarpeted passages,such clusters of mouldy, ill-lighted rooms, such huge numbers ofsmall dens29 for eating or sleeping in, beneath any one roof, as arecollected together between the four walls of the Great White Horseat Ipswich.

  It was at the door of this overgrown tavern41 that the Londoncoach stopped, at the same hour every evening; and it was fromthis same London coach that Mr. Pickwick, Sam Weller, and Mr.

  Peter Magnus dismounted, on the particular evening to which thischapter of our history bears reference.

  ‘Do you stop here, sir?’ inquired Mr. Peter Magnus, when thestriped bag, and the red bag, and the brown-paper parcel, and theleather hat-box, had all been deposited in the passage. ‘Do youstop here, sir?’

  ‘I do,’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘I never knew anything like theseextraordinary coincidences. Why, I stop here too. I hope we dinetogether?’

  ‘With pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am not quite certainwhether I have any friends here or not, though. Is there anygentleman of the name of Tupman here, waiter?’

  A corpulent man, with a fortnight’s napkin under his arm, andcoeval stockings on his legs, slowly desisted from his occupation ofstaring down the street, on this question being put to him by Mr.

  Pickwick; and, after minutely inspecting that gentleman’sappearance, from the crown of his hat to the lowest button of hisgaiters, replied emphatically―‘No!’

  ‘Nor any gentleman of the name of Snodgrass?’ inquired Mr.



  ‘Nor Winkle?’


  ‘My friends have not arrived to-day, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Wewill dine alone, then. Show us a private room, waiter.’

  On this request being preferred, the corpulent mancondescended to order the boots to bring in the gentlemen’sluggage; and preceding them down a long, dark passage, usheredthem into a large, badly-furnished apartment, with a dirty grate, inwhich a small fire was making a wretched attempt to be cheerful,but was fast sinking beneath the dispiriting influence of the place.

  After the lapse44 of an hour, a bit of fish and a steak was served upto the travellers, and when the dinner was cleared away, Mr.

  Pickwick and Mr. Peter Magnus drew their chairs up to the fire,and having ordered a bottle of the worst possible port wine, at thehighest possible price, for the good of the house, drank brandy-and-water for their own.

  Mr. Peter Magnus was naturally of a very communicativedisposition, and the brandy-and-water operated with wonderfuleffect in warming into life the deepest hidden secrets of his bosom45.

  After sundry46 accounts of himself, his family, his connections, hisfriends, his jokes, his business, and his brothers (most talkativemen have a great deal to say about their brothers), Mr. PeterMagnus took a view of Mr. Pickwick through his colouredspectacles for several minutes, and then said, with an air ofmodesty―‘And what do you think―what do you think, Mr. Pickwick―Ihave come down here for?’

  ‘Upon my word,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘it is wholly impossible forme to guess; on business, perhaps.’

  ‘Partly right, sir,’ replied Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘but partly wrongat the same time; try again, Mr. Pickwick.’

  ‘Really,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I must throw myself on your mercy,to tell me or not, as you may think best; for I should never guess, ifI were to try all night.’

  ‘Why , then, he-he-he!’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, with a bashfultitter, ‘what should you think, Mr. Pickwick, if I had come downhere to make a proposal, sir, eh? He, he, he!’

  ‘Think! That you are very likely to succeed,’ replied Mr.

  Pickwick, with one of his beaming smiles. ‘Ah!’ said Mr. Magnus.

  ‘But do you really think so, Mr. Pickwick? Do you, though?’

  ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘No; but you’re joking, though.’

  ‘I am not, indeed.’

  ‘Why, then,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘to let you into a little secret, Ithink so too. I don’t mind telling you, Mr. Pickwick, although I’mdreadful jealous by nature―horrid―that the lady is in this house.’

  Here Mr. Magnus took off his spectacles, on purpose to wink42, andthen put them on again.

  ‘That’s what you were running out of the room for, beforedinner, then, so often,’ said Mr. Pickwick archly.

  ‘Hush! Yes, you’re right, that was it; not such a fool as to seeher, though.’


  ‘No; wouldn’t do, you know, after having just come off ajourney. Wait till to-morrow, sir; double the chance then. Mr.

  Pickwick, sir, there is a suit of clothes in that bag, and a hat in thatbox, which, I expect, in the effect they will produce, will beinvaluable to me, sir.’

  ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Yes; you must have observed my anxiety about them to-day. Ido not believe that such another suit of clothes, and such a hat,could be bought for money, Mr. Pickwick.’

  Mr. Pickwick congratulated the fortunate owner of theirresistible garments on their acquisition; and Mr. Peter Magnusremained a few moments apparently47 absorbed in contemplation.

  ‘She’s a fine creature,’ said Mr. Magnus.

  ‘Is she?’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Very,’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘very. She lives about twenty milesfrom here, Mr. Pickwick. I heard she would be here to-night andall to-morrow forenoon, and came down to seize the opportunity. Ithink an inn is a good sort of a place to propose to a single womanin, Mr. Pickwick. She is more likely to feel the loneliness of hersituation in travelling, perhaps, than she would be at home. Whatdo you think, Mr. Pickwick?’

  ‘I think it is very probable,’ replied that gentleman.

  ‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘but Iam naturally rather curious; what may you have come down herefor?’

  ‘On a far less pleasant errand, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, thecolour mounting to his face at the recollection. ‘I have come downhere, sir, to expose the treachery and falsehood of an individual,upon whose truth and honour I placed implicit48 reliance.’

  ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘that’s very unpleasant. It is alady, I presume? Eh? ah! Sly, Mr. Pickwick, sly. Well, Mr.

  Pickwick, sir, I wouldn’t probe your feelings for the world. Painfulsubjects, these, sir, very painful. Don’t mind me, Mr. Pickwick, ifyou wish to give vent1 to your feelings. I know what it is to be jilted,sir; I have endured that sort of thing three or four times.’

  ‘I am much obliged to you, for your condolence on what youpresume to be my melancholy49 case,’ said Mr. Pickwick, windingup his watch, and laying it on the table, ‘but―’

  ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘not a word more; it’s a painfulsubject. I see, I see. What’s the time, Mr. Pickwick?’

  ‘Past twelve.’

  ‘Dear me, it’s time to go to bed. It will never do, sitting here. Ishall be pale to-morrow, Mr. Pickwick.’

  At the bare notion of such a calamity50, Mr. Peter Magnus rangthe bell for the chambermaid; and the striped bag, the red bag, theleathern hat-box, and the brown-paper parcel, having beenconveyed to his bedroom, he retired52 in company with a japannedcandlestick, to one side of the house, while Mr. Pickwick, andanother japanned candlestick, were conducted through amultitude of tortuous53 windings54, to another.

  ‘This is your room, sir,’ said the chambermaid.

  ‘Very well,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, looking round him. It was atolerably large double-bedded room, with a fire; upon the whole, amore comfortable-looking apartment than Mr. Pickwick’s shortexperience of the accommodations of the Great White Horse hadled him to expect.

  ‘Nobody sleeps in the other bed, of course,’ said Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Oh, no, sir.’

  ‘Very good. Tell my servant to bring me up some hot water athalf-past eight in the morning, and that I shall not want him anymore to-night.’

  ‘Yes, sir,’ and bidding Mr. Pickwick good-night, thechambermaid retired, and left him alone.

  Mr. Pickwick sat himself down in a chair before the fire, and fellinto a train of rambling55 meditations57. First he thought of hisfriends, and wondered when they would join him; then his mindreverted to Mrs. Martha Bardell; and from that lady it wandered,by a natural process, to the dingy58 counting-house of Dodson &Fogg. From Dodson & Fogg’s it flew off at a tangent, to the verycentre of the history of the queer client; and then it came back tothe Great White Horse at Ipswich, with sufficient clearness toconvince Mr. Pickwick that he was falling asleep. So he rousedhimself, and began to undress, when he recollected40 he had left hiswatch on the table downstairs.

  Now this watch was a special favourite with Mr. Pickwick,having been carried about, beneath the shadow of his waistcoat,for a greater number of years than we feel called upon to state atpresent. The possibility of going to sleep, unless it were tickinggently beneath his pillow, or in the watch-pocket over his head,had never entered Mr. Pickwick’s brain. So as it was pretty latenow, and he was unwilling59 to ring his bell at that hour of the night,he slipped on his coat, of which he had just divested60 himself, andtaking the japanned candlestick in his hand, walked quietlydownstairs. The more stairs Mr. Pickwick went down, the morestairs there seemed to be to descend43, and again and again, whenMr. Pickwick got into some narrow passage, and began tocongratulate himself on having gained the ground-floor, didanother flight of stairs appear before his astonished eyes. At lasthe reached a stone hall, which he remembered to have seen whenhe entered the house. Passage after passage did he explore; roomafter room did he peep into; at length, as he was on the point ofgiving up the search in despair, he opened the door of the identicalroom in which he had spent the evening, and beheld61 his missingproperty on the table.

  Mr. Pickwick seized the watch in triumph, and proceeded toretrace his steps to his bedchamber. If his progress downward hadbeen attended with difficulties and uncertainty23, his journey backwas infinitely62 more perplexing. Rows of doors, garnished63 withboots of every shape, make, and size, branched off in everypossible direction. A dozen times did he softly turn the handle ofsome bedroom door which resembled his own, when a gruff cryfrom within of ‘Who the devil’s that?’ or ‘What do you want here?’

  caused him to steal away, on tiptoe, with a perfectly64 marvellouscelerity. He was reduced to the verge65 of despair, when an opendoor attracted his attention. He peeped in. Right at last! Therewere the two beds, whose situation he perfectly remembered, andthe fire still burning. His candle, not a long one when he firstreceived it, had flickered66 away in the drafts of air through whichhe had passed and sank into the socket67 as he closed the door afterhim. ‘No matter,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I can undress myself just aswell by the light of the fire.’

  The bedsteads stood one on each side of the door; and on theinner side of each was a little path, terminating in a rush-bottomedchair, just wide enough to admit of a person’s getting into or out ofbed, on that side, if he or she thought proper. Having carefullydrawn the curtains of his bed on the outside, Mr. Pickwick satdown on the rush-bottomed chair, and leisurely68 divested himselfof his shoes and gaiters. He then took off and folded up his coat,waistcoat, and neckcloth, and slowly drawing on his tassellednightcap, secured it firmly on his head, by tying beneath his chinthe strings70 which he always had attached to that article of dress. Itwas at this moment that the absurdity71 of his recent bewildermentstruck upon his mind. Throwing himself back in the rush-bottomed chair, Mr. Pickwick laughed to himself so heartily72, that itwould have been quite delightful73 to any man of well-constitutedmind to have watched the smiles that expanded his amiablefeatures as they shone forth74 from beneath the nightcap.

  ‘It is the best idea,’ said Mr. Pickwick to himself, smiling till healmost cracked the nightcap strings―‘it is the best idea, my losingmyself in this place, and wandering about these staircases, that Iever heard of. Droll75, droll, very droll.’ Here Mr. Pickwick smiledagain, a broader smile than before, and was about to continue theprocess of undressing, in the best possible humour, when he wassuddenly stopped by a most unexpected interruption: to wit, theentrance into the room of some person with a candle, who, afterlocking the door, advanced to the dressing-table, and set down thelight upon it.

  The smile that played on Mr. Pickwick’s features wasinstantaneously lost in a look of the most unbounded and wonder-stricken surprise. The person, whoever it was, had come in sosuddenly and with so little noise, that Mr. Pickwick had had notime to call out, or oppose their entrance. Who could it be? Arobber? Some evil-minded person who had seen him comeupstairs with a handsome watch in his hand, perhaps. What washe to do?

  The only way in which Mr. Pickwick could catch a glimpse ofhis mysterious visitor with the least danger of being seen himself,was by creeping on to the bed, and peeping out from between thecurtains on the opposite side. To this manoeuvre76 he accordinglyresorted. Keeping the curtains carefully closed with his hand, sothat nothing more of him could be seen than his face and nightcap,and putting on his spectacles, he mustered77 up courage and lookedout.

  Mr. Pickwick almost fainted with horror and dismay. Standingbefore the dressing-glass was a middle-aged lady, in yellow curl-papers, busily engaged in brushing what ladies call their ‘back-hair.’ However the unconscious middle-aged lady came into thatroom, it was quite clear that she contemplated78 remaining there forthe night; for she had brought a rushlight and shade with her,which, with praiseworthy precaution against fire, she hadstationed in a basin on the floor, where it was glimmering79 away,like a gigantic lighthouse in a particularly small piece of water.

  ‘Bless my soul!’ thought Mr. Pickwick, ‘what a dreadful thing!’

  ‘Hem!’ said the lady; and in went Mr. Pickwick’s head withautomaton-like rapidity.

  ‘I never met with anything so awful as this,’ thought poor Mr.

  Pickwick, the cold perspiration80 starting in drops upon hisnightcap. ‘Never. This is fearful.’

  It was quite impossible to resist the urgent desire to see whatwas going forward. So out went Mr. Pickwick’s head again. Theprospect was worse than before. The middle-aged lady hadfinished arranging her hair; had carefully enveloped81 it in a muslinnightcap with a small plaited border; and was gazing pensively82 onthe fire.

  ‘This matter is growing alarming,’ reasoned Mr. Pickwick withhimself. ‘I can’t allow things to go on in this way. By the self-possession of that lady, it is clear to me that I must have come intothe wrong room. If I call out she’ll alarm the house; but if I remainhere the consequences will be still more frightful83.’ Mr. Pickwick, itis quite unnecessary to say, was one of the most modest anddelicate-minded of mortals. The very idea of exhibiting hisnightcap to a lady overpowered him, but he had tied thoseconfounded strings in a knot, and, do what he would, he couldn’tget it off. The disclosure must be made. There was only one otherway of doing it. He shrunk behind the curtains, and called out veryloudly―‘Ha-hum!’

  That the lady started at this unexpected sound was evident, byher falling up against the rushlight shade; that she persuadedherself it must have been the effect of imagination was equallyclear, for when Mr. Pickwick, under the impression that she hadfainted away stone-dead with fright, ventured to peep out again,she was gazing pensively on the fire as before.

  ‘Most extraordinary female this,’ thought Mr. Pickwick,popping in again. ‘Ha-hum!’

  These last sounds, so like those in which, as legends inform us,the ferocious84 giant Blunderbore was in the habit of expressing hisopinion that it was time to lay the cloth, were too distinctly audibleto be again mistaken for the workings of fancy.

  ‘Gracious Heaven!’ said the middle-aged lady, ‘what’s that?’

  ‘It’s―it’s―only a gentleman, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, frombehind the curtains.

  ‘A gentleman!’ said the lady, with a terrific scream.

  ‘It’s all over!’ thought Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘A strange man!’ shrieked85 the lady. Another instant and thehouse would be alarmed. Her garments rustled86 as she rushedtowards the door.

  ‘Ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, thrusting out his head. in theextremity of his desperation, ‘ma’am!’

  Now, although Mr. Pickwick was not actuated by any definiteobject in putting out his head, it was instantaneously productive ofa good effect. The lady, as we have already stated, was near thedoor. She must pass it, to reach the staircase, and she would mostundoubtedly have done so by this time, had not the suddenapparition of Mr. Pickwick’s nightcap driven her back into theremotest corner of the apartment, where she stood staring wildlyat Mr. Pickwick, while Mr. Pickwick in his turn stared wildly ather.

  ‘Wretch,’ said the lady, covering her eyes with her hands, ‘whatdo you want here?’

  ‘Nothing, ma’am; nothing whatever, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwickearnestly.

  ‘Nothing!’ said the lady, looking up.

  ‘Nothing, ma’am, upon my honour,’ said Mr. Pickwick, noddinghis head so energetically, that the tassel69 of his nightcap dancedagain. ‘I am almost ready to sink, ma’am, beneath the confusion ofaddressing a lady in my nightcap (here the lady hastily snatchedoff hers), but I can’t get it off, ma’am (here Mr. Pickwick gave it atremendous tug87, in proof of the statement). It is evident to me,ma’am, now, that I have mistaken this bedroom for my own. I hadnot been here five minutes, ma’am, when you suddenly entered it.’

  ‘If this improbable story be really true, sir,’ said the lady,sobbing violently, ‘you will leave it instantly.’

  ‘I will, ma’am, with the greatest pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick.

  ‘Instantly, sir,’ said the lady.

  ‘Certainly, ma’am,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick, very quickly.

  ‘Certainly, ma’am. I―I―am very sorry, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick,making his appearance at the bottom of the bed, ‘to have been theinnocent occasion of this alarm and emotion; deeply sorry, ma’am.’

  The lady pointed88 to the door. One excellent quality of Mr.

  Pickwick’s character was beautifully displayed at this moment,under the most trying circumstances. Although he had hastily Puton his hat over his nightcap, after the manner of the old patrol;although he carried his shoes and gaiters in his hand, and his coatand waistcoat over his arm; nothing could subdue89 his nativepoliteness.

  ‘I am exceedingly sorry, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, bowingvery low.

  ‘If you are, sir, you will at once leave the room,’ said the lady.

  ‘Immediately, ma’am; this instant, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick,opening the door, and dropping both his shoes with a crash in sodoing.

  ‘I trust, ma’am,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick, gathering90 up his shoes,and turning round to bow again―‘I trust, ma’am, that myunblemished character, and the devoted91 respect I entertain foryour sex, will plead as some slight excuse for this―’ But beforeMr. Pickwick could conclude the sentence, the lady had thrust himinto the passage, and locked and bolted the door behind him.

  Whatever grounds of self-congratulation Mr. Pickwick mighthave for having escaped so quietly from his late awkwardsituation, his present position was by no means enviable. He wasalone, in an open passage, in a strange house in the middle of thenight, half dressed; it was not to be supposed that he could find hisway in perfect darkness to a room which he had been whollyunable to discover with a light, and if he made the slightest noisein his fruitless attempts to do so, he stood every chance of beingshot at, and perhaps killed, by some wakeful traveller. He had noresource but to remain where he was until daylight appeared. Soafter groping his way a few paces down the passage, and, to hisinfinite alarm, stumbling over several pairs of boots in so doing,Mr. Pickwick crouched92 into a little recess93 in the wall, to wait formorning, as philosophically94 as he might.

  He was not destined95, however, to undergo this additional trialof patience; for he had not been long ensconced in his presentconcealment when, to his unspeakable horror, a man, bearing alight, appeared at the end of the passage. His horror was suddenlyconverted into joy, however, when he recognised the form of hisfaithful attendant. It was indeed Mr. Samuel Weller, who aftersitting up thus late, in conversation with the boots, who was sittingup for the mail, was now about to retire to rest.

  ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, suddenly appearing before him,‘where’s my bedroom?’

  Mr. Weller stared at his master with the most emphaticsurprise; and it was not until the question had been repeated threeseveral times, that he turned round, and led the way to the long-sought apartment.

  ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he got into bed, ‘I have made one ofthe most extraordinary mistakes to-night, that ever were heard of.’

  ‘Wery likely, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller drily.

  ‘But of this I am determined96, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘that if Iwere to stop in this house for six months, I would never trustmyself about it, alone, again.’

  ‘That’s the wery prudentest resolution as you could come to,sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘You rayther want somebody to look arteryou, sir, when your judgment97 goes out a wisitin’.’

  ‘What do you mean by that, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick. He raisedhimself in bed, and extended his hand, as if he were about to saysomething more; but suddenly checking himself, turned round,and bade his valet ‘Good-night.’

  ‘Good-night, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. He paused when he gotoutside the door―shook his head―walked on―stopped―snuffedthe candle―shook his head again―and finally proceeded slowly tohis chamber51, apparently buried in the profoundest meditation56.


1 vent yiPwE     
  • He gave vent to his anger by swearing loudly.他高声咒骂以发泄他的愤怒。
  • When the vent became plugged,the engine would stop.当通风口被堵塞时,发动机就会停转。
2 middle-aged UopzSS     
  • I noticed two middle-aged passengers.我注意到两个中年乘客。
  • The new skin balm was welcome by middle-aged women.这种新护肤香膏受到了中年妇女的欢迎。
3 uncommon AlPwO     
  • Such attitudes were not at all uncommon thirty years ago.这些看法在30年前很常见。
  • Phil has uncommon intelligence.菲尔智力超群。
4 pious KSCzd     
  • Alexander is a pious follower of the faith.亚历山大是个虔诚的信徒。
  • Her mother was a pious Christian.她母亲是一个虔诚的基督教徒。
5 forefinger pihxt     
  • He pinched the leaf between his thumb and forefinger.他将叶子捏在拇指和食指之间。
  • He held it between the tips of his thumb and forefinger.他用他大拇指和食指尖拿着它。
6 standing 2hCzgo     
  • 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。
7 stout PGuzF     
  • He cut a stout stick to help him walk.他砍了一根结实的枝条用来拄着走路。
  • The stout old man waddled across the road.那肥胖的老人一跩一跩地穿过马路。
8 lanky N9vzd     
  • He was six feet four,all lanky and leggy.他身高6英尺4英寸,瘦高个儿,大长腿。
  • Tom was a lanky boy with long skinny legs.汤姆是一个腿很细的瘦高个儿。
9 hymn m4Wyw     
  • They sang a hymn of praise to God.他们唱着圣歌,赞美上帝。
  • The choir has sung only two verses of the last hymn.合唱团只唱了最后一首赞美诗的两个段落。
10 brewing eaabd83324a59add9a6769131bdf81b5     
n. 酿造, 一次酿造的量 动词brew的现在分词形式
  • It was obvious that a big storm was brewing up. 很显然,一场暴风雨正在酝酿中。
  • She set about brewing some herb tea. 她动手泡一些药茶。
11 groan LfXxU     
  • The wounded man uttered a groan.那个受伤的人发出呻吟。
  • The people groan under the burden of taxes.人民在重税下痛苦呻吟。
12 groans 41bd40c1aa6a00b4445e6420ff52b6ad     
n.呻吟,叹息( groan的名词复数 );呻吟般的声音v.呻吟( groan的第三人称单数 );发牢骚;抱怨;受苦
  • There were loud groans when he started to sing. 他刚开始歌唱时有人发出了很大的嘘声。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • It was a weird old house, full of creaks and groans. 这是所神秘而可怕的旧宅,到处嘎吱嘎吱作响。 来自《简明英汉词典》
13 underneath VKRz2     
  • Working underneath the car is always a messy job.在汽车底下工作是件脏活。
  • She wore a coat with a dress underneath.她穿着一件大衣,里面套着一条连衣裙。
14 spoke XryyC     
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
  • They sourced the spoke nuts from our company.他们的轮辐螺帽是从我们公司获得的。
  • The spokes of a wheel are the bars that connect the outer ring to the centre.辐条是轮子上连接外圈与中心的条棒。
15 unpacked 78a068b187a564f21b93e72acffcebc3     
v.从(包裹等)中取出(所装的东西),打开行李取出( unpack的过去式和过去分词 );拆包;解除…的负担;吐露(心事等)
  • I unpacked my bags as soon as I arrived. 我一到达就打开行李,整理衣物。
  • Our guide unpacked a picnic of ham sandwiches and offered us tea. 我们的导游打开装着火腿三明治的野餐盒,并给我们倒了些茶水。 来自辞典例句
16 remarkable 8Vbx6     
  • She has made remarkable headway in her writing skills.她在写作技巧方面有了长足进步。
  • These cars are remarkable for the quietness of their engines.这些汽车因发动机没有噪音而不同凡响。
17 positively vPTxw     
  • She was positively glowing with happiness.她满脸幸福。
  • The weather was positively poisonous.这天气着实讨厌。
18 prospect P01zn     
  • This state of things holds out a cheerful prospect.事态呈现出可喜的前景。
  • The prospect became more evident.前景变得更加明朗了。
19 supercilious 6FyyM     
  • The shop assistant was very supercilious towards me when I asked for some help.我要买东西招呼售货员时,那个售货员对我不屑一顾。
  • His manner is supercilious and arrogant.他非常傲慢自大。
20 abruptness abruptness     
n. 突然,唐突
  • He hid his feelings behind a gruff abruptness. 他把自己的感情隐藏在生硬鲁莽之中。
  • Suddenly Vanamee returned to himself with the abruptness of a blow. 伐那米猛地清醒过来,象挨到了当头一拳似的。
21 slanting bfc7f3900241f29cee38d19726ae7dce     
  • The rain is driving [slanting] in from the south. 南边潲雨。
  • The line is slanting to the left. 这根线向左斜了。
22 meridian f2xyT     
  • All places on the same meridian have the same longitude.在同一子午线上的地方都有相同的经度。
  • He is now at the meridian of his intellectual power.他现在正值智力全盛期。
23 uncertainty NlFwK     
  • Her comments will add to the uncertainty of the situation.她的批评将会使局势更加不稳定。
  • After six weeks of uncertainty,the strain was beginning to take its toll.6个星期的忐忑不安后,压力开始产生影响了。
24 presentiment Z18zB     
  • He had a presentiment of disaster.他预感会有灾难降临。
  • I have a presentiment that something bad will happen.我有某种不祥事要发生的预感。
25 untied d4a1dd1a28503840144e8098dbf9e40f     
松开,解开( untie的过去式和过去分词 ); 解除,使自由; 解决
  • Once untied, we common people are able to conquer nature, too. 只要团结起来,我们老百姓也能移山倒海。
  • He untied the ropes. 他解开了绳子。
26 demonstration 9waxo     
  • His new book is a demonstration of his patriotism.他写的新书是他的爱国精神的证明。
  • He gave a demonstration of the new technique then and there.他当场表演了这种新的操作方法。
27 lighter 5pPzPR     
  • 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。
28 admiration afpyA     
  • He was lost in admiration of the beauty of the scene.他对风景之美赞不绝口。
  • We have a great admiration for the gold medalists.我们对金牌获得者极为敬佩。
29 dens 10262f677bcb72a856e3e1317093cf28     
n.牙齿,齿状部分;兽窝( den的名词复数 );窝点;休息室;书斋
  • Female bears tend to line their dens with leaves or grass. 母熊往往会在洞穴里垫些树叶或草。 来自辞典例句
  • In winter bears usually hibernate in their dens. 冬天熊通常在穴里冬眠。 来自辞典例句
30 densely rutzrg     
  • A grove of trees shadowed the house densely. 树丛把这幢房子遮蔽得很密实。
  • We passed through miles of densely wooded country. 我们穿过好几英里茂密的林地。
31 filthy ZgOzj     
  • The whole river has been fouled up with filthy waste from factories.整条河都被工厂的污秽废物污染了。
  • You really should throw out that filthy old sofa and get a new one.你真的应该扔掉那张肮脏的旧沙发,然后再去买张新的。
32 oysters 713202a391facaf27aab568d95bdc68f     
牡蛎( oyster的名词复数 )
  • We don't have oysters tonight, but the crayfish are very good. 我们今晚没有牡蛎供应。但小龙虾是非常好。
  • She carried a piping hot grill of oysters and bacon. 她端出一盘滚烫的烤牡蛎和咸肉。
33 lodgings f12f6c99e9a4f01e5e08b1197f095e6e     
n. 出租的房舍, 寄宿舍
  • When he reached his lodgings the sun had set. 他到达公寓房间时,太阳已下山了。
  • I'm on the hunt for lodgings. 我正在寻找住所。
34 salmon pClzB     
  • We saw a salmon jumping in the waterfall there.我们看见一条大马哈鱼在那边瀑布中跳跃。
  • Do you have any fresh salmon in at the moment?现在有新鲜大马哈鱼卖吗?
35 beguile kouyN     
  • They are playing cards to beguile the time.他们在打牌以消磨时间。
  • He used his newspapers to beguile the readers into buying shares in his company.他利用他的报纸诱骗读者买他公司的股票。
36 loquacity 5b29ac87968845fdf1d5affa34596db3     
  • I was victimized the whole evening by his loquacity. 整个晚上我都被他的吵嚷不休所困扰。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
  • The nervous loquacity and opinionation of the Zenith Athletic Club dropped from them. 泽尼斯运动俱乐部里的那种神经质的健谈和自以为是的态度从他们身上消失了。 来自辞典例句
37 well-being Fe3zbn     
  • He always has the well-being of the masses at heart.他总是把群众的疾苦挂在心上。
  • My concern for their well-being was misunderstood as interference.我关心他们的幸福,却被误解为多管闲事。
38 turnip dpByj     
  • The turnip provides nutrition for you.芜菁为你提供营养。
  • A turnip is a root vegetable.芜菁是根茎类植物。
39 labyrinths 1c4fd8d520787cf75236b4b362eb0b8e     
迷宫( labyrinth的名词复数 ); (文字,建筑)错综复杂的
  • I was engulfed in labyrinths of trouble too great to get out at all. 我陷入困难的迷宫中去,简直无法脱身。
  • I've explored ancient castles, palaces, temples, tombs, catacombs and labyrinths. 我曾在古堡、古皇宫、古神庙、古墓、地下墓穴和迷宫中探险。
40 recollected 38b448634cd20e21c8e5752d2b820002     
adj.冷静的;镇定的;被回忆起的;沉思默想的v.记起,想起( recollect的过去式和过去分词 )
  • I recollected that she had red hair. 我记得她有一头红发。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • His efforts, the Duke recollected many years later, were distinctly half-hearted. 据公爵许多年之后的回忆,他当时明显只是敷衍了事。 来自辞典例句
41 tavern wGpyl     
  • There is a tavern at the corner of the street.街道的拐角处有一家酒馆。
  • Philip always went to the tavern,with a sense of pleasure.菲利浦总是心情愉快地来到这家酒菜馆。
42 wink 4MGz3     
  • He tipped me the wink not to buy at that price.他眨眼暗示我按那个价格就不要买。
  • The satellite disappeared in a wink.瞬息之间,那颗卫星就消失了。
43 descend descend     
  • I hope the grace of God would descend on me.我期望上帝的恩惠。
  • We're not going to descend to such methods.我们不会沦落到使用这种手段。
44 lapse t2lxL     
  • The incident was being seen as a serious security lapse.这一事故被看作是一次严重的安全疏忽。
  • I had a lapse of memory.我记错了。
45 bosom Lt9zW     
  • She drew a little book from her bosom.她从怀里取出一本小册子。
  • A dark jealousy stirred in his bosom.他内心生出一阵恶毒的嫉妒。
46 sundry CswwL     
  • This cream can be used to treat sundry minor injuries.这种药膏可用来治各种轻伤。
  • We can see the rich man on sundry occasions.我们能在各种场合见到那个富豪。
47 apparently tMmyQ     
  • An apparently blind alley leads suddenly into an open space.山穷水尽,豁然开朗。
  • He was apparently much surprised at the news.他对那个消息显然感到十分惊异。
48 implicit lkhyn     
  • A soldier must give implicit obedience to his officers. 士兵必须绝对服从他的长官。
  • Her silence gave implicit consent. 她的沉默表示默许。
49 melancholy t7rz8     
  • All at once he fell into a state of profound melancholy.他立即陷入无尽的忧思之中。
  • He felt melancholy after he failed the exam.这次考试没通过,他感到很郁闷。
50 calamity nsizM     
  • Even a greater natural calamity cannot daunt us. 再大的自然灾害也压不垮我们。
  • The attack on Pearl Harbor was a crushing calamity.偷袭珍珠港(对美军来说)是一场毁灭性的灾难。
51 chamber wnky9     
  • For many,the dentist's surgery remains a torture chamber.对许多人来说,牙医的治疗室一直是间受刑室。
  • The chamber was ablaze with light.会议厅里灯火辉煌。
52 retired Njhzyv     
  • The old man retired to the country for rest.这位老人下乡休息去了。
  • Many retired people take up gardening as a hobby.许多退休的人都以从事园艺为嗜好。
53 tortuous 7J2za     
  • We have travelled a tortuous road.我们走过了曲折的道路。
  • They walked through the tortuous streets of the old city.他们步行穿过老城区中心弯弯曲曲的街道。
54 windings 8a90d8f41ef7c5f4ee6b83bec124a8c9     
(道路、河流等)蜿蜒的,弯曲的( winding的名词复数 ); 缠绕( wind的现在分词 ); 卷绕; 转动(把手)
  • The time harmonics can be considered as voltages of higher frequencies applied to the windings. 时间谐波可以看作是施加在绕组上的较高频率的电压。
  • All the vales in their manifold windings shaded by the most delightful forests. 所有的幽谷,都笼罩在繁茂的垂枝下。
55 rambling MTfxg     
  • We spent the summer rambling in Ireland. 我们花了一个夏天漫游爱尔兰。
  • It was easy to get lost in the rambling house. 在布局凌乱的大房子里容易迷路。
56 meditation yjXyr     
  • This peaceful garden lends itself to meditation.这个恬静的花园适于冥想。
  • I'm sorry to interrupt your meditation.很抱歉,我打断了你的沉思。
57 meditations f4b300324e129a004479aa8f4c41e44a     
默想( meditation的名词复数 ); 默念; 沉思; 冥想
  • Each sentence seems a quarry of rich meditations. 每一句话似乎都给人以许多冥思默想。
  • I'm sorry to interrupt your meditations. 我很抱歉,打断你思考问题了。
58 dingy iu8xq     
  • It was a street of dingy houses huddled together. 这是一条挤满了破旧房子的街巷。
  • The dingy cottage was converted into a neat tasteful residence.那间脏黑的小屋已变成一个整洁雅致的住宅。
59 unwilling CjpwB     
  • The natives were unwilling to be bent by colonial power.土著居民不愿受殖民势力的摆布。
  • His tightfisted employer was unwilling to give him a raise.他那吝啬的雇主不肯给他加薪。
60 divested 2004b9edbfcab36d3ffca3edcd4aec4a     
v.剥夺( divest的过去式和过去分词 );脱去(衣服);2。从…取去…;1。(给某人)脱衣服
  • He divested himself of his jacket. 他脱去了短上衣。
  • He swiftly divested himself of his clothes. 他迅速脱掉衣服。 来自《简明英汉词典》
61 beheld beheld     
v.看,注视( behold的过去式和过去分词 );瞧;看呀;(叙述中用于引出某人意外的出现)哎哟
  • His eyes had never beheld such opulence. 他从未见过这样的财富。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The soul beheld its features in the mirror of the passing moment. 灵魂在逝去的瞬间的镜子中看到了自己的模样。 来自英汉文学 - 红字
62 infinitely 0qhz2I     
  • There is an infinitely bright future ahead of us.我们有无限光明的前途。
  • The universe is infinitely large.宇宙是无限大的。
63 garnished 978c1af39d17f6c3c31319295529b2c3     
v.给(上餐桌的食物)加装饰( garnish的过去式和过去分词 )
  • Her robes were garnished with gems. 她的礼服上装饰着宝石。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Serve the dish garnished with wedges of lime. 给这道菜配上几角酸橙。 来自《简明英汉词典》
64 perfectly 8Mzxb     
  • The witnesses were each perfectly certain of what they said.证人们个个对自己所说的话十分肯定。
  • Everything that we're doing is all perfectly above board.我们做的每件事情都是光明正大的。
65 verge gUtzQ     
  • The country's economy is on the verge of collapse.国家的经济已到了崩溃的边缘。
  • She was on the verge of bursting into tears.她快要哭出来了。
66 flickered 93ec527d68268e88777d6ca26683cc82     
(通常指灯光)闪烁,摇曳( flicker的过去式和过去分词 )
  • The lights flickered and went out. 灯光闪了闪就熄了。
  • These lights flickered continuously like traffic lights which have gone mad. 这些灯象发狂的交通灯一样不停地闪动着。
67 socket jw9wm     
  • He put the electric plug into the socket.他把电插头插入插座。
  • The battery charger plugs into any mains socket.这个电池充电器可以插入任何类型的电源插座。
68 leisurely 51Txb     
  • We walked in a leisurely manner,looking in all the windows.我们慢悠悠地走着,看遍所有的橱窗。
  • He had a leisurely breakfast and drove cheerfully to work.他从容的吃了早餐,高兴的开车去工作。
69 tassel egKyo     
n.流苏,穗;v.抽穗, (玉米)长穗须
  • The corn has begun to tassel.玉米开始长出穗状雄花。
  • There are blue tassels on my curtains.我的窗帘上有蓝色的流苏。
70 strings nh0zBe     
  • He sat on the bed,idly plucking the strings of his guitar.他坐在床上,随意地拨着吉他的弦。
  • She swept her fingers over the strings of the harp.她用手指划过竖琴的琴弦。
71 absurdity dIQyU     
  • The proposal borders upon the absurdity.这提议近乎荒谬。
  • The absurdity of the situation made everyone laugh.情况的荒谬可笑使每个人都笑了。
72 heartily Ld3xp     
  • He ate heartily and went out to look for his horse.他痛快地吃了一顿,就出去找他的马。
  • The host seized my hand and shook it heartily.主人抓住我的手,热情地和我握手。
73 delightful 6xzxT     
  • We had a delightful time by the seashore last Sunday.上星期天我们在海滨玩得真痛快。
  • Peter played a delightful melody on his flute.彼得用笛子吹奏了一支欢快的曲子。
74 forth Hzdz2     
  • The wind moved the trees gently back and forth.风吹得树轻轻地来回摇晃。
  • He gave forth a series of works in rapid succession.他很快连续发表了一系列的作品。
75 droll J8Tye     
  • The band have a droll sense of humour.这个乐队有一种滑稽古怪的幽默感。
  • He looked at her with a droll sort of awakening.他用一种古怪的如梦方醒的神情看着她.
76 manoeuvre 4o4zbM     
  • Her withdrawal from the contest was a tactical manoeuvre.她退出比赛是一个战术策略。
  • The clutter of ships had little room to manoeuvre.船只橫七竖八地挤在一起,几乎没有多少移动的空间。
77 mustered 3659918c9e43f26cfb450ce83b0cbb0b     
v.集合,召集,集结(尤指部队)( muster的过去式和过去分词 );(自他人处)搜集某事物;聚集;激发
  • We mustered what support we could for the plan. 我们极尽所能为这项计划寻求支持。
  • The troops mustered on the square. 部队已在广场上集合。 来自《简明英汉词典》
78 contemplated d22c67116b8d5696b30f6705862b0688     
adj. 预期的 动词contemplate的过去分词形式
  • The doctor contemplated the difficult operation he had to perform. 医生仔细地考虑他所要做的棘手的手术。
  • The government has contemplated reforming the entire tax system. 政府打算改革整个税收体制。
79 glimmering 7f887db7600ddd9ce546ca918a89536a     
n.微光,隐约的一瞥adj.薄弱地发光的v.发闪光,发微光( glimmer的现在分词 )
  • I got some glimmering of what he was driving at. 他这么说是什么意思,我有点明白了。 来自辞典例句
  • Now that darkness was falling, only their silhouettes were outlined against the faintly glimmering sky. 这时节两山只剩余一抹深黑,赖天空微明为画出一个轮廓。 来自汉英文学 - 散文英译
80 perspiration c3UzD     
  • It is so hot that my clothes are wet with perspiration.天太热了,我的衣服被汗水湿透了。
  • The perspiration was running down my back.汗从我背上淌下来。
81 enveloped 8006411f03656275ea778a3c3978ff7a     
v.包围,笼罩,包住( envelop的过去式和过去分词 )
  • She was enveloped in a huge white towel. 她裹在一条白色大毛巾里。
  • Smoke from the burning house enveloped the whole street. 燃烧着的房子冒出的浓烟笼罩了整条街。 来自《简明英汉词典》
82 pensively 0f673d10521fb04c1a2f12fdf08f9f8c     
  • Garton pensively stirred the hotchpotch of his hair. 加顿沉思着搅动自己的乱发。 来自辞典例句
  • "Oh, me,'said Carrie, pensively. "I wish I could live in such a place." “唉,真的,"嘉莉幽幽地说,"我真想住在那种房子里。” 来自英汉文学 - 嘉莉妹妹
83 frightful Ghmxw     
  • How frightful to have a husband who snores!有一个发鼾声的丈夫多讨厌啊!
  • We're having frightful weather these days.这几天天气坏极了。
84 ferocious ZkNxc     
  • The ferocious winds seemed about to tear the ship to pieces.狂风仿佛要把船撕成碎片似的。
  • The ferocious panther is chasing a rabbit.那只凶猛的豹子正追赶一只兔子。
85 shrieked dc12d0d25b0f5d980f524cd70c1de8fe     
v.尖叫( shriek的过去式和过去分词 )
  • She shrieked in fright. 她吓得尖叫起来。
  • Li Mei-t'ing gave a shout, and Lu Tzu-hsiao shrieked, "Tell what? 李梅亭大声叫,陆子潇尖声叫:“告诉什么? 来自汉英文学 - 围城
86 rustled f68661cf4ba60e94dc1960741a892551     
v.发出沙沙的声音( rustle的过去式和过去分词 )
  • He rustled his papers. 他把试卷弄得沙沙地响。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Leaves rustled gently in the breeze. 树叶迎着微风沙沙作响。 来自《简明英汉词典》
87 tug 5KBzo     
  • We need to tug the car round to the front.我们需要把那辆车拉到前面。
  • The tug is towing three barges.那只拖船正拖着三只驳船。
88 pointed Il8zB4     
  • 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。
89 subdue ltTwO     
  • She tried to subdue her anger.她尽力压制自己的怒火。
  • He forced himself to subdue and overcome his fears.他强迫自己克制并战胜恐惧心理。
90 gathering ChmxZ     
  • He called on Mr. White to speak at the gathering.他请怀特先生在集会上讲话。
  • He is on the wing gathering material for his novels.他正忙于为他的小说收集资料。
91 devoted xu9zka     
  • He devoted his life to the educational cause of the motherland.他为祖国的教育事业贡献了一生。
  • We devoted a lengthy and full discussion to this topic.我们对这个题目进行了长时间的充分讨论。
92 crouched 62634c7e8c15b8a61068e36aaed563ab     
v.屈膝,蹲伏( crouch的过去式和过去分词 )
  • He crouched down beside her. 他在她的旁边蹲了下来。
  • The lion crouched ready to pounce. 狮子蹲下身,准备猛扑。
93 recess pAxzC     
  • The chairman of the meeting announced a ten-minute recess.会议主席宣布休会10分钟。
  • Parliament was hastily recalled from recess.休会的议员被匆匆召回开会。
94 philosophically 5b1e7592f40fddd38186dac7bc43c6e0     
  • He added philosophically that one should adapt oneself to the changed conditions. 他富于哲理地补充说,一个人应该适应变化了的情况。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Harry took his rejection philosophically. 哈里达观地看待自己被拒的事。 来自《简明英汉词典》
95 destined Dunznz     
  • It was destined that they would marry.他们结婚是缘分。
  • The shipment is destined for America.这批货物将运往美国。
96 determined duszmP     
  • I have determined on going to Tibet after graduation.我已决定毕业后去西藏。
  • He determined to view the rooms behind the office.他决定查看一下办公室后面的房间。
97 judgment e3xxC     
  • The chairman flatters himself on his judgment of people.主席自认为他审视人比别人高明。
  • He's a man of excellent judgment.他眼力过人。


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