"Hi! what's that?" asked a rough, uncultured voice in the shop; "what's wrong wi' ye, Mrs. Caldershaw?"
"Open the door!" I shook the flimsy boards again. "Open the door!"
There was a grunt8 of astonishment9, and I heard the key turn in the lock. A moment later and the door opened, when at once I flung out past a burly man, who was blocking the way. He gripped me before I could pass him, and I heard hard breathing in the darkness. "Not so fast," said the man harshly. "What are you doing here in Mrs. Caldershaw's shop? and----"
"Don't stop me; don't, confound you!" I interrupted, and wrenching10 myself away I ran to the door of the shop, crying out explanations. "Someone's gone off with my motor car. There's a dead woman in there, and----"
This time it was the man who interrupted and with something more than words. As I dashed into the deserted11 road, looking up and down in the darkness for my Rippler, my liberator12 plunged13 after me and gripped me again. Before I could say a word or make a movement, he had borne me to the ground by sheer strength of muscle, and holding me down hard and fast, bellowed14 at the pitch of his voice an ominous15 word. "Murder! murder! murder!" shouted the man with surprising volume of tone.
Again the fear knocked at my heart, for now the elusive thought had been put into concrete form by this yokel16, as I took him to be from his roughness and accent. Anne Caldershaw--I believed the body to be hers--had been murdered by the assassin, who had escaped with my motor car. He--I naturally thought of the assassin as a "he"--had waited until I was bending over the corpse of his victim, and then locking me in, had made use of the Rippler. By this time he would be beyond any chance of recapture, and here was I placed unexpectedly in a compromising situation, with the chance--and upon very good circumstantial evidence--of being accused of the crime. And yet, as even then I thought confusedly, there was nothing to show that the woman had really been murdered, as I had seen neither wound nor blood.
"Let me up!" I gasped17, striving to throw off the dead weight of the big man.
But he only continued to roar for help, gripping my arms and pressing his knee into my chest. Had not the villagers arrived, I verily believe that there would have been a second, if unconscious murder, so brutally18 did the fellow bear on my prone19 body. But I heard distant cries, and shortly there came the flash of lanterns borne by men and women running round the corner of the road. As by magic, I was surrounded by an alarmed crowd all asking questions at once and turning their many lights on to my face. My captor gave a breathless explanation.
"Murder! murder!" he shouted, still dwelling20 on a top note. "I found the devil locked in the back room without a light, and the shop," he pointed21 across the way, "is without a light also. He comes out yelling that there was a dead woman left behind. It's Mrs. Caldershaw for sure, and he's done for her. Murder! murder! Where's the police?"
Almost before he finished his explanation, which was not quite a full one, since he gave no account of my motor car being stolen, the men and women were running into the shop. My captor jerked me roughly to my feet, on which I could scarcely stand, so roughly had he handled me, and so sore were my bones. "Come along," he shouted, much excited, and dragged me across the road and into the shop. "Look on her as you've done for."
"Don't be a fool," I protested; "I'm a gentleman."
"But a murderer none the less," he retorted, and pushed me furiously down the three steps into the back room, which was now filled with men and women.
Some of the latter were on their knees examining the body, which I now saw to be that of an elderly person, plainly clothed in a maroon-coloured wincey dress, with a belt round her waist, whence dangled22 a bunch of keys and a cheap lace collar fastened with a gaudy23 cairngorm brooch. What with the disconcerting way in which my captor handled me--it seemed vain to resist--and the restless light of the lanterns, I could not see much more. One of the men looked up.
"Why did you cry out murder, Giles?" he asked the rough-looking man who held me. "There isn't a wound on her body. It's a fit, I believe."
The man Giles loosened me. "If I've been mistaken," he began, when a cry from a little woman cut his speech short.
"Her eye's out; her eye's out--the left one. Look! look!" and she seized a bystander's arm in terror.
Sure enough the left eye was missing, and I wondered why I had not noticed that such was the case when I examined the body by the light of the lucifer-match. I remembered distinctly the glassy, expressionless eyes, and yet, now there was only one, as I now saw plainly enough. Doubtless in the flickering24 light of the match and in my agitation25, I had omitted to see that there was but one eye. Even at so critical a moment I began to wonder how I could have overlooked so obvious a fact, and then recalled the story a friend had told me of a man he had met with in the States, and to whom he spoke26 for five minutes, thinking there was something odd about his appearance, before he saw that both ears were missing. So easily, as I considered, even when placid27 can we fail to notice what is plainly apparent, much less when unnerved as I was when examining that dead face in the match-light. It was an odd thought at the time, considering that I stood in such peril28. Had this cottage been in America I daresay I should have been lynched by the rough crowd of villagers around me.
"It's not murder maybe," growled29 Giles, seizing me again. "But this devil has torn her eye out, so----"
"There's no blood," said another man wisely. "If the eye had been torn out----"
"It was a glass eye," breathed a stout30, dark woman with a heavy face. "Anne told me as much when we had tea together. She didn't like it to be known, poor soul, being proud like, and took great pains to get the best eye she could. But it's gone, sure enough." She peered into the dead face and then at me. "Perhaps this gentleman will tell us why he took it."
By this time, since apparently31 Anne Caldershaw had not been murdered and the eye was merely glass, the current of popular feeling was running more in my favour. I might be a thief, with the eye in my pocket, but I was not a murderer, so the villagers gave me time for explanation.
"I quite understand that things look black against me," I said hastily, "but I know nothing about the matter. I arrived in front of this shop in my motor car and stopped to get petrol. After I filled up and left the money--you will find it on the counter, if you look--I heard a moan and stepped into this room to see what was wrong. While looking at the body, after lighting32 a match, someone locked me in and ran off with my motor car."
The villagers looked at one another, and apparently thought that my explanation was a lame33 one. But Giles, who had treated me so roughly, grudgingly34 admitted that he had seen the motor car.
"I came round the corner to get a pound of bacon for supper," said Giles reflectively, "and I saw the engine"--so he phrased it--"before the door. A lady was stepping in----"
"A lady!" I interrupted. "Are you certain?"
"Yes--sir," he said, giving me the polite address doubtfully. "I saw her plain enough in the light of them bright lamps. She had a long white sort of gown on, and a cap with a veil flying behind on her head. I just caught a glimpse of her, when she went off as hard as she could."
"In what direction?"
"Murchester way, if you want a good big town to go by," said Giles.
"Then send for the police and tell them to telegraph to Murchester to stop the car. It's a Rippler, No. 14539 Z, and belongs to me. The woman has stolen it, I tell you. Where are the police?"
"There's no policeman until we get one from Arkleigh, and the telegraph office is there also. Now you, sir, must wait until the police come."
"Of course," I assented35 readily. "I quite understand that you look upon me as a doubtful character. Lock up this house until the police arrive and take me to your inn if you have one. I want something to eat and drink."
"But the eye," said the heavy dark woman; "give back the eye."
"I haven't got the eye," I snapped, for with hunger and thirst and excitement, and the unpleasantness of being unjustly suspected, I was not in the best of tempers. "You can search me if you like."
The dark woman would have done so readily, being evidently of a meddlesome36 nature. But Giles interposed. "Let the gentleman alone, Mrs. Faith," he said gruffly; "I caught him, and I'll keep him till Warshaw comes. I daresay it's a mistake on my part, and I'm sorry if----"
"Oh, I don't blame you, Mr. Giles," I interposed easily, and lighted a cigarette to show my nonchalance37. "I should have acted in the same way myself. So come along and take me to gaol38."
A relieved smile made the man's rugged39 face quite pleasant to look at, as my exculpation40 of himself, and my ready offer to be searched, evidently reassured41 him greatly. In his eyes, at all events, I was not the desperate criminal he had taken me to be. But his fellow-villagers still looked dubious42. "Mrs. Caldershaw had heaps of money hidden away," ventured one little rat of a man with a squeaky voice.
"Search my pockets then," I said again with open impatience43. "All I have told you is correct. My name is Cyrus Vance, and if you send to the Artillery44 Barracks at Murchester, my friend Lord Cannington will have no difficulty in identifying me."
As I thought it would, the title acted like a charm, and the tension somewhat slackened. Giles, who appeared to be the most sensible of the lot, beckoned45 me into the dark shop, leaving his friends to guard the house and look after the corpse of the unfortunate woman. I walked beside him round the corner, and sure enough--as I expected--came upon the twinkling lights of quite a dozen houses. The late Mrs. Caldershaw had customers after all, it would seem.
"What's the name of this place?" I asked abruptly46.
"Mootley," replied Giles, now less suspicious and more human. "It ain't a very large village, but we've more cottages than these here scattered47 along the road up yonder," and he jerked his thumb to the left where a lane ran from the high-road towards a woodland.
"It's too dark to see anything," I said idly, "but to-morrow you can show me round. I daresay I shall have to pass the night at your house, Mr. Giles, unless you think that I may rise in the night to kill you. By the way," I added with a bantering48 air, "you don't hold my arm. Aren't you afraid I'll bolt?"
"No, sir," said the man, now perfectly49 polite. "I see that I have made a mistake. I know your name, if you're the Mr. Vance who writes plays."
"I am; but that is odd knowledge for a villager in these out-of-the-way parts to possess."
"Oh, I haven't lived at Mootley all my life, sir, although I was born here forty years ago. I went to London, and stopped in Southwark for years. I'd a greengrocer's shop there, and did fairly well. But London didn't suit my wife's health, sir, so I sold up some time back, and bought a cottage and an acre of land here with my savings50. I know your name, sir, because I've seen one or two plays of yours at The Elephant and Castle Theatre. And very good plays they were, sir, too."
"Humph! It seems to me, Mr. Giles, that I am now the wrongly suspected hero of a much more mysterious and lurid51 melodrama52 than any I have written."
"It is strange," admitted Giles, with a side glance. I saw the glance by the light which gleamed from a cottage window.
"My murdering Mrs. Caldershaw?" I inquired coolly.
"We don't know yet that she has been murdered," he replied quickly.
"Then my stealing that glass eye of hers?"
"No, sir. But your being locked up in the dark with the corpse."
"She wasn't a corpse when I entered, Mr. Giles. Her moans attracted me into the room. While I was seeing by match-light what was the matter, someone locked the door, and bolted with my motor."
"The lady I saw, sir."
"No doubt, since I did not bring a lady with me."
"I wonder if she got the eye," muttered Giles half to himself.
"She must have got something that wasn't hers, else she would not have made use of my car to escape."
"Then she must have taken the eye," Giles muttered again.
"What the deuce are you talking about? Why should she steal a glass eye?"
"That's what I'd like to know, sir. It's an odd thing to steal. And I never knew that Mrs. Caldershaw's left eye was a glass one, though she told Mrs. Faith about it. Well, it's gone----"
"And the lady who stole my motor car took it. At least it seems so. But I tell you what, Mr. Giles, I'm too hungry to discuss the matter just now. The whole business is a mystery to me, and Destiny has dragged me into it in a most unpleasant way."
Giles nodded. "It's easy seen you're innocent, sir," he said with an air of relief. "You wouldn't talk so, if you weren't."
"I don't know so much about that. Guilt53 can wear a mask of brazen54 innocence55 if necessary. How do you know I haven't murdered Mrs. Caldershaw, and at this moment may not have the celebrated56 glass eye in my trouser pocket?"
"We don't know yet that she's been murdered, Mr. Vance. There was no wound----"
"Pooh! She might have been poisoned."
"Why do you think so, sir?" asked Giles quickly.
"Because I write melodramas57, and always look on the most dramatic side. Oh, this is your cottage, is it? Quite a stage cottage, with plenty of greenery about the porch."
Giles did not know what to make of my chatter58.
"You're a funny gent, sir."
"A hungry one, at all events, my friend. Is this your wife? How are you, Mrs. Giles? I am your husband's prisoner, and for the time being your cottage is a gaol. Mrs. Caldershaw's dead, and I've stolen her glass eye."
"Mrs. Caldershaw dead!" gasped Mrs. Giles, a rosy-faced little woman, who turned pale at the sudden announcement. "What does the gentleman mean, Sam?"
"Sit down, sir," said Giles, pushing forward a chair, then turned towards his astonished and somewhat terrified wife to explain. In a few minutes Mrs. Giles was in full possession of the facts which had led me to her abode59. She listened in silence, her face now quite white and drawn60. "What does it all mean, Sam?" she asked under her breath.
"That's what we've got to find out, Sarah. Warshaw has been sent for from Arkleigh, and when he comes, we'll see what is to be done."
"Warshaw and Caldershaw," I murmured; "rather similar names. I hope your policeman friend will wire to Murchester about my car."
"There's no telegraph office hereabout, sir. I expect he'll send in a messenger to Murchester for the Inspector61, and for your friend, sir."
"Lord Cannington? Oh, yes. He can identify me as Cyrus Vance."
"What!" said Mrs. Giles, who was recovering her colour, "the gentleman who wrote them lovely plays?"
"The same," I assented, "and the gentleman's very hungry."
"You shall have supper in a few minutes," cried Mrs. Giles, much impressed with the angel she had hitherto entertained unawares. "Sam, did you bring back that bacon?"
"Nor I didn't, my dear, 'cos there wasn't anyone to sell the bacon, Mrs. Caldershaw being dead."
"Ugh!" shuddered62 the little woman. "I'll never be able to eat another thing out of that shop. A murder----"
"We don't know that it's a murder," interposed her husband hastily.
I laughed. "You shouted murder lustily enough when you had me down, Giles."
The man looked sheepish. "I made a mistake and thought you was a robber, until I saw you were a gent."
"Well a gent can be a robber, you know. Many gents are."
"They steal something more valuable than glass eyes, sir."
I rather liked Giles, who was a burly, heavy-faced animal man, with, as I said before, a most engaging smile. His jaw63 was of the bull-dog order, but his eyes were extremely intelligent, so I judged that his native wits had been considerably64 sharpened by his sojourn65 in the Borough66 of Southwark. Such a man could easily master the less travelled villagers, and I found that such was the case. Giles acted as a kind of headman of Mootley, and his opinion carried great weight in the village councils. It was just as well that I had fallen into the hands of such a man, otherwise, unable to see that I was innocent of assault and robbery, I should have been less hospitably67 treated. As it was, I found myself extremely comfortable.
Mrs. Giles bustled68 about in a cheery way, although the news of Mrs. Caldershaw's death seemed to have somewhat scared her. While getting the supper and laying the cloth and attending to the kettle she would frequently pause to consider her husband's story. "I rather think she expected it," said Mrs. Giles, putting a pot of jam on the table.
"Expected what, Sarah?" asked her husband, guessing what she alluded69 to.
"Death, Sam, death. She told me once that she was sure she would not die in her bed."
"Then you think that she has been murdered?" I questioned.
"Yes, I do think so, sir; else why should she speak in that way? And in church she always said that part of the Litany about being saved from battle, murder, and sudden death louder than any."
"There was no blood and no wound," muttered Giles, turning this speech over in his mind. "Frampton said he thought it was a fit. But come and draw your chair, in, sir. We're humble70 folk, but what we have is at your service."
"You're very kind folk," I said, obeying the invitation. "Frampton and Mrs. Faith would have tied me up and starved me."
"Ignorant people, sir, who don't know any better. Bread, sir? jam, sir? yes, sir."
He was really most polite for a greengrocer, and I grew to like him more and more, as I did his busy, bright-faced little wife. The supper was homely71 but very nourishing, and I drank tea and devoured72 bread and jam, until my hunger was quite satisfied. During the meal the husband and wife told me that Mrs. Caldershaw had kept the corner shop--so they called it--for the last five years, and had never been popular amongst her neighbours. It was believed that she had miserly tendencies and had much money tucked away in a stocking. Her age was sixty, but she was an active woman for her years and lived entirely73 alone. It seemed that she had been born in Mootley, but had been absent for many years out at service--so she said, although she spoke very little about her past. With her savings--again this was the story of Mrs. Caldershaw--she had returned to die in her native village and, for the sake of something to do, had opened the corner shop.
"Did she have many callers?" I asked, mentally noting details.
"She never said so," remarked Mrs. Giles, who being somewhat of a gossip took the lead in the conversation. "She was a close one, she was. And the shop being round the corner, sir, we"--I presume she meant herself and the other gossips--"could never see who came or went. She lived quite outside our lives, sir, owing to the position of the shop and her own way of keeping to herself. Once she did say she'd never die in her bed, and that's what makes me think as she may have been done away with. But I never knew, Sam, that she'd a glass eye."
"I didn't know either," said Sam, who was devouring74 huge slices of bread and butter. "She told Mrs. Faith, though. I've seen her heaps of times, but I never spotted75 that one eye was living and the other dead. And why it should have been stolen by that lady who went off with your motor, Mr. Vance, sends me fair silly."
"What was the lady like, Sam?"
"I can't exactly tell you, Sarah, as it was growing so dark. She was tall, with a long white cloak, a cap, and a veil. That's all I know. Hullo!"
He started from his seat, as the sound of excited voices was heard. A moment later and the cottage door was violently flung open to admit the stout, dark-faced woman, whom Giles had addressed as Mrs. Faith. She was half leading, half supporting another woman, small and wizen and weak-looking. Behind came a disorderly crowd of women and men. Evidently Mootley, unused to sensational76 happenings, was making the most of this one.
"It's a lady as come in a cart, sir," began Mrs. Faith excitedly, when Frampton, looking over her shoulder, interrupted.
"A trap, sir; a trap driven by another woman."
"O dear me," moaned the little creature, who had now been deposited in a capacious chair. "Where am I now?"
"With friends, dear, with friends," said Mrs. Giles, stroking her hands. "Sam get the whisky; it's in the cupboard near the fire. And all you people clear out. She'll never get well if you stop here upsetting her."
"I'll see to it," cried Mrs. Faith, and forthwith in a most masterful way bundled the crowd out-of-doors. They would not have gone so easily, had not the magnet of the shop containing the corpse drawn them; but go they did, and Mrs. Faith closed the door.
"Warshaw has arrived," she explained dramatically, "and is examining all the place. He'll be along here soon, sir, to take you in charge. This lady," she waved her large hands towards the little half-unconscious woman, "came along in a cart with another one driving----"
"Another lady?" I asked curiously77.
"Another woman," snorted Mrs. Faith contemptuously, "and only one horse the cart had; for cart it was, though Frampton called it a trap. But she came along, sir," she continued officiously, "and said as she saw your motor engine run into a field. It smashed a gate, it did, and----"
"Stop," cried the little lady, opening her eyes and half rising. "I'll tell the gentleman all about it. Miss Destiny; sir, Miss Destiny--my name," and she curtsied.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
tragical
|
|
| adj. 悲剧的, 悲剧性的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
corpse
|
|
| n.尸体，死尸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
undoubtedly
|
|
| adv.确实地，无疑地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
lured
|
|
| 吸引，引诱（lure的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
premises
|
|
| n.建筑物，房屋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
fumbling
|
|
| n. 摸索,漏接 v. 摸索,摸弄,笨拙的处理 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
elusive
|
|
| adj.难以表达(捉摸)的；令人困惑的；逃避的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
grunt
|
|
| v.嘟哝；作呼噜声；n.呼噜声，嘟哝 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
astonishment
|
|
| n.惊奇，惊异 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
wrenching
|
|
| n.修截苗根，苗木铲根（铲根时苗木不起土或部分起土）v.（猛力地）扭( wrench的现在分词 )；扭伤；使感到痛苦；使悲痛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
deserted
|
|
| adj.荒芜的，荒废的，无人的，被遗弃的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
liberator
|
|
| 解放者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
plunged
|
|
| v.颠簸( plunge的过去式和过去分词 )；暴跌；骤降；突降 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
bellowed
|
|
| v.发出吼叫声，咆哮（尤指因痛苦）( bellow的过去式和过去分词 )；（愤怒地）说出（某事），大叫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
ominous
|
|
| adj.不祥的，不吉的，预兆的，预示的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
yokel
|
|
| n.乡下人；农夫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
gasped
|
|
| v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 )；喘息；倒抽气；很想要 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
brutally
|
|
| adv.残忍地，野蛮地，冷酷无情地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
prone
|
|
| adj.(to)易于…的，很可能…的；俯卧的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
dwelling
|
|
| n.住宅，住所，寓所 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
pointed
|
|
| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
dangled
|
|
| 悬吊着( dangle的过去式和过去分词 )； 摆动不定； 用某事物诱惑…； 吊胃口 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
gaudy
|
|
| adj.华而不实的；俗丽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
flickering
|
|
| adj.闪烁的，摇曳的，一闪一闪的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
agitation
|
|
| n.搅动；搅拌；鼓动，煽动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
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： |
|
|
|
|
27
placid
|
|
| adj.安静的，平和的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
peril
|
|
| n.(严重的)危险；危险的事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
growled
|
|
| v.（动物）发狺狺声， （雷）作隆隆声( growl的过去式和过去分词 )；低声咆哮着说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
apparently
|
|
| adv.显然地；表面上，似乎 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
lighting
|
|
| n.照明，光线的明暗，舞台灯光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
lame
|
|
| adj.跛的，(辩解、论据等)无说服力的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
grudgingly
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
assented
|
|
| 同意，赞成( assent的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
meddlesome
|
|
| adj.爱管闲事的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
nonchalance
|
|
| n.冷淡，漠不关心 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
gaol
|
|
| n.(jail)监狱；(不加冠词)监禁；vt.使…坐牢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
rugged
|
|
| adj.高低不平的，粗糙的，粗壮的，强健的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
exculpation
|
|
| n.使无罪，辩解 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
reassured
|
|
| adj.使消除疑虑的；使放心的v.再保证，恢复信心( reassure的过去式和过去分词) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
dubious
|
|
| adj.怀疑的，无把握的；有问题的，靠不住的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
impatience
|
|
| n.不耐烦，急躁 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
artillery
|
|
| n.(军)火炮，大炮；炮兵(部队) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
beckoned
|
|
| v.（用头或手的动作）示意，召唤( beckon的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
abruptly
|
|
| adv.突然地，出其不意地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
scattered
|
|
| adj.分散的，稀疏的；散步的；疏疏落落的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
bantering
|
|
| adj.嘲弄的v.开玩笑，说笑，逗乐( banter的现在分词 )；（善意地）取笑，逗弄 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
perfectly
|
|
| adv.完美地，无可非议地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
savings
|
|
| n.存款，储蓄 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
lurid
|
|
| adj.可怕的；血红的；苍白的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
melodrama
|
|
| n.音乐剧；情节剧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
guilt
|
|
| n.犯罪；内疚；过失，罪责 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
brazen
|
|
| adj.厚脸皮的，无耻的，坚硬的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
innocence
|
|
| n.无罪；天真；无害 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
celebrated
|
|
| adj.有名的，声誉卓著的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
melodramas
|
|
| 情节剧( melodrama的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
chatter
|
|
| vi.／n.喋喋不休；短促尖叫；(牙齿)打战 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
abode
|
|
| n.住处，住所 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
drawn
|
|
| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
inspector
|
|
| n.检查员，监察员，视察员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
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： |
|
|
|
|
63
jaw
|
|
| n.颚，颌，说教，流言蜚语；v.喋喋不休，教训 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
considerably
|
|
| adv.极大地；相当大地；在很大程度上 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
sojourn
|
|
| v./n.旅居，寄居；逗留 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
borough
|
|
| n.享有自治权的市镇；(英)自治市镇 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
hospitably
|
|
| 亲切地，招待周到地，善于款待地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
bustled
|
|
| 闹哄哄地忙乱，奔忙( bustle的过去式和过去分词 )； 催促 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
alluded
|
|
| 提及，暗指( allude的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
humble
|
|
| adj.谦卑的，恭顺的；地位低下的；v.降低，贬低 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
homely
|
|
| adj.家常的，简朴的；不漂亮的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
devoured
|
|
| 吞没( devour的过去式和过去分词 )； 耗尽； 津津有味地看； 狼吞虎咽地吃光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
entirely
|
|
| ad.全部地，完整地；完全地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
devouring
|
|
| 吞没( devour的现在分词 )； 耗尽； 津津有味地看； 狼吞虎咽地吃光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
spotted
|
|
| adj.有斑点的，斑纹的，弄污了的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
sensational
|
|
| adj.使人感动的，非常好的，轰动的，耸人听闻的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
curiously
|
|
| adv.有求知欲地；好问地；奇特地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |