Politics began to bubble in The Patriot1 office with promise of hotter upheavals2 to come. The Laird administration had shown its intention of diverting city advertising3, and Marrineal had countered in the news columns by several minor4 but not ineffective exposures of weak spots in the city government. Banneker, who had on the whole continued to support the administration in its reform plans, decided5 that a talk with Willis Enderby might clarify the position and accordingly made an evening appointment with him at his house. Judge Enderby opened proceedings6 with typical directness of attack.
"When are _you_ going to turn on us, Banneker?"
"That's a cheerful question," retorted the young man good-humoredly, "considering that it is you people who have gone back on The Patriot."
"Were any pledges made on our part?" queried7 Enderby.
Banneker replied with some spirit: "Am I talking with counsel under retainer or with a personal friend?"
"Quite right. I apologize," said the imperturbable8 Enderby. "Go on."
"It isn't the money loss that counts, so much as the slap in the face to the paper. It's a direct repudiation9. You must realize that."
"I'm not wholly a novice10 in politics."
"But I am, practically."
"Not so much that you can't see what Marrineal would be at."
"Mr. Marrineal has not confided11 in me."
"Nor in me," stated the lawyer grimly. "I don't need his confidence to perceive his plans."
"What do you believe them to be?"
No glimmer12 of a smile appeared on the visage of Judge Enderby as he countered, "Am I talking with a representative of The Patriot or--"
"All right," laughed Banneker. "_Touche!_ Assume that Marrineal has political ambitions. Surely that lies within the bounds of propriety14."
"Depends on how he pushes them. Do you read The Patriot, Banneker?"
The editor of The Patriot smiled.
"Do you approve its methods in, let us say, the political articles?"
"I have no control over the news columns."
"Don't answer my question," said the lawyer with a fine effect of patience, long-suffering and milky-mild, "if it in any way discommodes you."
"It all comes to this," disclosed Banneker. "If the mayor turns on us, we can't lie down under the whip and we won't. We'll hit back."
"Of course."
"Editorially, I mean."
"I understand. At least the editorials will be a direct method of attack, and an honest one. I may assume that much?"
"Have you ever seen anything in the editorial columns of The Patriot that would lead you to assume otherwise?"
"Answering categorically I would have to say 'No.'
"Answer as you please."
"Then I will say," observed the other, speaking with marked deliberation, "that on one occasion I have failed to see matter which I thought might logically appear there and the absence of which afforded me food for thought. Do you know Peter McClintick?"
"Yes. Has he been talking to you about the Veridian killings15?"
Enderby nodded. "One could not but contrast your silence on that subject with your eloquence16 against the Steel Trust persecutions, consisting, if I recall, in putting agitators17 in jail for six months. Quite wrongly, I concede. But hardly as bad as shooting them down as they sleep, and their families with them."
"Tell me what you would have done in my place, then." Banneker stated the case of the Veridian Mills strike simply and fairly. "Could I turn the columns of his own paper on Marrineal for what was not even his fault?"
"Impossible. Absurd, as well," acknowledged the other
"Can you even criticize Marrineal?"
The jurist reared his gaunt, straight form up from his chair and walked across to the window, peering out into the darkness before he answered with a sort of restrained passion.
"God o' mercies, Banneker! Do you ask me to judge other men's acts, outside the rules of law? Haven't I enough problems in reconciling my own conscience to conserving18 the interests of my clients, as I must, in honor, do? No; no! Don't expect me to judge, in any matter of greater responsibilities. I'm answerable to a small handful of people. You--your Patriot is answerable to a million. Everything you print, everything you withhold19, may have incalculable influence on the minds of men. You can corrupt20 or enlighten them with a word. Think of it! Under such a weight Atlas21 would be crushed. There was a time long ago--about the time when you were born--when I thought that I might be a journalist; thought it lightly. To-day, knowing what I know, I should be terrified to attempt it for a week, a day! I tell you, Banneker, one who moulds the people's beliefs ought to have the wisdom of a sage13 and the inspiration of a prophet and the selflessness of a martyr22."
A somber23 depression veiled Banneker. "One must have the sense of authority, too," he said at length with an effort. "If that is undermined, you lose everything. I'll fight for that."
With an abrupt24 motion his host reached up and drew the window shade, as it might be to shut out a darkness too deep for human penetration25.
"What does your public care about whether The Patriot loses the city advertising; or even know about it?"
"Not the public. But the other newspapers. They'll know, and they'll use it against us.... Enderby, we can beat Bob Laird for reelection."
"If that's a threat," returned the lawyer equably, "it is made to the wrong person. I couldn't control Laird in this matter if I wanted to. He's an obstinate26 young mule--for which Heaven be praised!"
"No; it isn't a threat. It's a declaration of war, if you like."
"You think you can beat us? With Marrineal?"
"Mr. Marrineal isn't an avowed27 candidate, is he?" evaded28 Banneker.
"I fancy that you'll see some rapidly evolving activity in that quarter."
"Is it true that Laird has developed social tendencies, and is using the mayoralty to climb?"
"A silly story of his enemies," answered Enderby contemptuously. "Just the sort of thing that Marrineal would naturally get hold of and use. In so far as Laird has any social relations, they are and always have been with that element which your society reporters call 'the most exclusive circles,' because that is where he belongs by birth and association."
"Russell Edmonds says that social ambition is the only road on which one climbs painfully downhill."
The other paid the tribute of a controlled smile to this. "Edmonds? A Socialist30. He has a gnarled mind. Good, hard-grained wood, though. I suppose no man more thoroughly31 hates and despises what I represent--or what he thinks I represent, the conservative force of moneyed power--than he does. Yet in any question of professional principles, I would trust him far; yes, and of professional perceptions, too, I think; which is more difficult. A crack-brained sage; but wise. Have you talked over the Laird matter with him?"
"Yes. He's for Laird."
"Stick to Edmonds, Banneker. You can't find a better guide."
There was desultory32 talk until the caller got up to go. As they shook hands, Enderby said:
"Has any one been tracking you lately?"
"No. Not that I've noticed."
"There was a fellow lurking33 suspiciously outside; heavy-set, dark clothes, soft hat. I thought that he might be watching you."
For a man of Banneker's experience of the open, to detect the cleverest of trailing was easy. Although this watcher was sly and careful in his pursuit, which took him all the way to Chelsea Village, his every move was clear to the quarry34, until the door of The House With Three Eyes closed upon its owner. Banneker went to bed very uneasy. On whose behoof was he being shadowed? Should he warn Io?... In the morning there was no trace of the man, nor, though Banneker trained every sharpened faculty35 to watchfulness36, did he see him again.... While he was mentally engrossed37 in wholly alien considerations, the solution materialized out of nothing to his inner vision. It was Willis Enderby who was being watched, and, as a side issue, any caller upon him. That evening a taxi, occupied by a leisurely38 young man in evening clothes, drove through East 68th Street, where stood the Enderby house, dim, proud, and stiff. The taxi stopped before a mansion39 not far away, and the young man addressed a heavy-bodied individual who stood, with vacant face uplifted to the high moon, as if about to bay it. Said the young man:
"Mr. Ives wishes you to report to him at once."
"Huh?" ejaculated the other, lowering his gaze.
"At the usual place," pursued the young man.
"Oh! Aw-right."
His suspicions fully29 confirmed, Banneker drove away. It was now Ives's move, he remarked to himself, smiling. Or perhaps Marrineal's. He would wait. Within a few days he had his opportunity. Returning to his office after luncheon40, he found a penciled note from Ives on his desk, notifying him that Miss Raleigh had called him on the 'phone.
Inquiring for the useful Ives, Banneker learned that he was closeted with Marrineal. Such conferences were regarded in the office as inviolable; but Banneker was in uncompromising mood. He entered with no more of preliminary than a knock. After giving his employer good-day he addressed Ives.
"I found a note from you on my desk."
"Yes. The message came half an hour ago."
"Through the office?"
"No. On your 'phone."
"How did you get into my room?"
"The door was open."
Banneker reflected. This was possible, though usually he left his door locked. He decided to accept the explanation. Later he had occasion to revise it.
"Much obliged. By the way, on whose authority did you put a shadow on Judge Enderby?"
"On mine," interposed Marrineal. "Mr. Ives has full discretion41 in these matters."
"But what is the idea?"
Ives delivered himself of his pet theory. "They'll all bear watching. It may come in handy some day."
"What may?"
"Anything we can get."
"What on earth could any but an insane man expect to get on Enderby?" contemptuously asked Banneker.
Shooting a covert42 look at his principal, Ives either received or assumed a permission. "Well, there was some kind of an old scandal, you know."
"Was there?" Banneker's voice was negligent43. "That would be hard to believe."
"Hard to get hold of in any detail. I've dug some of it out through my Searchlight connection. Very useful line, that."
Ives ventured a direct look at Banneker, but diverted it from the cold stare it encountered.
"Some woman scrape," he explicated with an effort at airiness.
Banneker turned a humiliating back on him. "The Patriot is beginning to get a bad name on Park Row for this sort of thing," he informed Marrineal.
"This isn't a Patriot matter. It is private."
"Pshaw!" exclaimed Banneker in disgust. "After all, it doesn't matter. You'll have your trouble for your pains," he prophesied44, and returned to 'phone Betty Raleigh.
What had become of Banneker, Betty's gay and pure-toned voice demanded over the wire. Had he eschewed45 the theater and all its works for good? Too busy? Was that a reason also for eschewing46 his friends? He'd never meant to do that? Let him prove it then by coming up to see her.... Yes; at once. Something special to be talked over.
It was a genuine surprise to Banneker to find that he had not seen the actress for nearly two months. Certainly he had not specially47 missed her, yet it was keenly pleasurable to be brought into contact again with that restless, vital, outgiving personality. She looked tired and a little dispirited and--for she was of that rare type in which weariness does not dim, but rather qualifies and differentiates48 its beauty--quite as lovely as he had ever seen her. The query49 which gave him his clue to her special and immediate50 interest was:
"Why is Haslett leaving The Patriot?" Haslett was the Chicago critic transplanted to take Gurney's place.
"Is he? I didn't know. You ought not to mourn his loss, Betty."
"But I do. At least, I'm afraid I'm going to. Do you know who the new critic is?"
"No. Do you? And how do you? Oh, I suppose I ought to understand that, though," he added, annoyed that so important a change should have been kept secret from him.
With characteristic directness she replied, "You mean Tertius Marrineal?"
"Naturally."
"That's all off."
"Betty! Your engagement to him?"
"So far as there ever was any."
"Is it really off? Or have you only quarreled?"
"Oh, no. I can't imagine myself quarreling with Tertius. He's too impersonal51. For the same reason, and others, I can't see myself marrying him."
"But you must have considered it, for a time."
"Not very profoundly. I don't want to marry a newspaper. Particularly such a newspaper as The Patriot. For that matter, I don't want to marry anybody, and I won't!"
"That being disposed of, what's the matter with The Patriot? It's been treating you with distinguished52 courtesy ever since Marrineal took over charge."
"It has. That's part of his newspaperishness."
"From our review of your new play I judge that it was written by the shade of Shakespeare in collaboration53 with the ghost of Moliere, and that your acting54 in it combines all the genius of Rachel, Kean, Booth, Mrs. Siddons, and the Divine Sarah."
"This is no laughing matter," she protested. "Have you seen the play?"
"No. I'll go to-night."
"Don't. It's rotten."
"Heavens!" he cried in mock dismay. "What does this mean? Our most brilliant young--"
"And I'm as bad as the play--almost. The part doesn't fit me. It's a fool part."
"Are you quarreling with The Patriot because it has tempered justice with mercy in your case?"
"Mercy? With slush. Slathering slush."
"Come to my aid, Memory! Was it not a certain Miss Raleigh who aforetime denounced the ruffian Gurney for that he vented55 his wit upon a play in which she appeared. And now, because--"
"Yes; it was. I've no use for the smart-aleck school of criticism. But, at least, what Gurney wrote was his own. And Haslett, even if he is an old grouch56, was honest. You couldn't buy their opinions over the counter."
Banneker frowned. "I think you'd better explain, Betty."
"Never heard of him."
"He's a worm. A fat, wiggly, soft worm from Boston. But he's got an idea."
"And that is?"
"I'll tell you in a moment." She leaned forward fixing him with the honest clarity of her eyes. "Ban, if I tell you that I'm really devoted58 to my art, that I believe in it as--as a mission, that the theater is as big a thing to me as The Patriot is to you, you won't think me an affected59 little prig, will you?"
"Of course not, Betty. I know you."
"Yes. I think you do. But you don't know your own paper. Zucker's big idea, which he sold to Tertius Marrineal together with his precious self, is that the dramatic critic should be the same identical person as the assistant advertising manager in charge of theater advertising, and that Zucker should be both."
"Hell!" snapped Banneker. "I beg your pardon, Betty."
"Don't. I quite agree with you. Isn't it complete and perfect? Zucker gets his percentage of the advertising revenue which he brings in from the theaters. Therefore, will he be kind to those attractions which advertise liberally? And less kind to those which fail to appreciate The Patriot as a medium? I know that he will! Pay your dollar and get your puff60. Dramatic criticism strictly61 up to date."
Banneker looked at her searchingly. "Is that why you broke with Marrineal, Betty?"
"Not exactly. No. This Zucker deal came afterward62. But I think I had begun to see what sort of principles Tertius represented. You and I aren't children, Ban: I can talk straight talk to you. Well, there's prostitution on the stage, of course. Not so much of it as outsiders think, but more than enough. I've kept myself free of any contact with it. That being so, I'm certainly not going to associate myself with that sort of thing in another field. Ban, I've made the management refuse Zucker admittance to the theater. And he gave the play a wonderful send-off, as you know. Of course, Tertius would have him do that."
Rising, Banneker walked over and soberly shook the girl's hand. "Betty, you're a fine and straight and big little person. I'm proud to know you. And I'm ashamed of myself that I can do nothing. Not now, anyway. Later, perhaps...."
"No, I suppose you can't," she said listlessly. "But you'll be interested in seeing how the Zucker system works out; a half-page ad. in the Sunday edition gets a special signed and illustrated63 feature article, a quarter-page only a column of ordinary press stuff. A full page--I don't know what he'll offer for that. An editorial by E.B. perhaps."
"Betty!"
"Forgive me, Ban. I'm sick at heart over it all. Of course, I know you wouldn't."
Going back in his car, Banneker reflected with profound distaste that the plan upon which he was hired was not essentially64 different from the Zucker scheme, in Marrineal's intent. He, too, was--if Marrineal's idea worked out--to draw down a percentage varying in direct ratio to his suppleness65 in accommodating his writings to "the best interests of the paper." He swore that he would see The Patriot and its proprietor66 eternally damned before he would again alter jot67 or tittle of his editorial expression with reference to any future benefit.
It did not take long for Mr. Zucker to manifest his presence to Banneker through a line asking for an interview, written in a neat, small hand upon a card reading:
_The Patriot--Special Theatrical68 Features E. Zucker, Representative_.
Mr. Zucker, being sent for, materialized as a buoyant little person, richly ornamented69 with his own initials in such carefully chosen locations as his belt-buckle, his cane70, and his cigarettes. He was, he explained, injecting some new and profitable novelties into the department of dramatic criticism.
"Just a moment," quoth Banneker. "I thought that Allan Haslett had come on from Chicago to be our dramatic critic."
"Oh, he and the business office didn't hit it off very well," said little Zucker carelessly.
"Oh! And do you hit it off pretty well with the business office?"
"Naturally. It was Mr. Haring brought me on here; I'm a special departmental manager in the advertising department."
"Your card would hardly give the impression. It suggests the news rather than the advertising side."
"I'm both," stated Mr. Zucker, brightly beaming. "I handle the criticism and the feature stuff on salary, and solicit71 the advertising, on a percentage. It works out fine."
"So one might suppose." Banneker looked at him hard. "The idea being, if I get it correctly, that a manager who gives you a good, big line of advertising can rely on considerate treatment in the dramatic column of The Patriot."
"Well, there's no bargain to that effect. That wouldn't be classy for a big paper like ours," replied the high-if somewhat naive-minded Mr. Zucker. "Of course, the managers understand that one good turn deserves another, and I ain't the man to roast a friend that helps me out. I started the scheme in Boston and doubled the theater revenue of my paper there in a year."
"I'm immensely interested," confessed Banneker. "But what is your idea in coming to me about this?"
"Big stuff, Mr. Banneker," answered the earnest Zucker. He laid a jeweled hand upon the other's knee, and removed it because some vestige72 of self-protective instinct warned him that that was not the proper place for it. "You may have noticed that we've been running a lot of special theater stuff in the Sunday." Banneker nodded. "That's all per schedule, as worked out by me. An eighth of a page ad. gets an article. A quarter page ad. gets a signed special by me. Haffa page wins a grand little send-off by Bess Breezely with her own illustrations. Now, I'm figuring on full pages. If I could go to a manager and say: 'Gimme a full-page ad. for next Sunday and I'll see if I can't get Mr. Banneker to do an editorial on the show'--if I could say that, why, nothin' to it! Nothin' at-tall! Of course," he added ruminatively73, "I'd have to pick the shows pretty careful."
"Perhaps you'd like to write the editorials, too," suggested Banneker with baleful mildness.
"I thought of that," admitted the other. "But I don't know as I could get the swing of your style. You certainly got a style, Mr. Banneker."
"Thank you."
"Well, what do you say?"
"Why, this. I'll look over next Sunday's advertising, particularly the large ads., and if there is a good subject in any of the shows, I'll try to do something about it."
"Fine!" enthused the unsuspecting pioneer of business-dramatic criticism. "It's a pleasure to work with a gentleman like you, Mr. Banneker."
Withdrawing, even more pleased with himself than was his wont74, Mr. Zucker confided to Haring that the latter was totally mistaken in attributing a stand-offish attitude to Banneker. Why, you couldn't ask for a more reasonable man. Saw the point at once.
"Don't you go making any fool promises on the strength of what Banneker said to you," commented Haring.
With malign75 relish76, Banneker looked up in the Sunday advertising the leading theater display, went to the musical comedy there exploited, and presently devoted a column to giving it a terrific and only half-merited slashing77 for vapid78 and gratuitous79 indecency. The play, which had been going none too well, straightway sold out a fortnight in advance, thereby80 attesting81 the power of the press as well as the appeal of pruriency82 to an eager and jaded83 public. Zucker left a note on the editorial desk warmly thanking his confrere for this evidence of cooeperation.
Life was practicing its lesser84 ironies85 upon Banneker whilst maturing its greater ones.
收听单词发音 |
1
patriot
|
|
| n.爱国者，爱国主义者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
upheavals
|
|
| 突然的巨变( upheaval的名词复数 )； 大动荡； 大变动； 胀起 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
advertising
|
|
| n.广告业；广告活动 a.广告的；广告业务的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
minor
|
|
| adj.较小(少)的，较次要的；n.辅修学科；vi.辅修 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
decided
|
|
| adj.决定了的，坚决的；明显的，明确的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
proceedings
|
|
| n.进程，过程，议程；诉讼(程序)；公报 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
queried
|
|
| v.质疑，对…表示疑问( query的过去式和过去分词 )；询问 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
imperturbable
|
|
| adj.镇静的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
repudiation
|
|
| n.拒绝；否认；断绝关系；抛弃 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
novice
|
|
| adj.新手的，生手的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
confided
|
|
| v.吐露（秘密，心事等）( confide的过去式和过去分词 )；（向某人）吐露（隐私、秘密等） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
glimmer
|
|
| v.发出闪烁的微光；n.微光，微弱的闪光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
sage
|
|
| n.圣人，哲人；adj.贤明的，明智的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
propriety
|
|
| n.正当行为；正当；适当 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
killings
|
|
| 谋杀( killing的名词复数 )； 突然发大财，暴发 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
eloquence
|
|
| n.雄辩；口才，修辞 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
agitators
|
|
| n.（尤指政治变革的）鼓动者( agitator的名词复数 )；煽动者；搅拌器；搅拌机 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
conserving
|
|
| v.保护，保藏，保存( conserve的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
withhold
|
|
| v.拒绝，不给；使停止，阻挡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
corrupt
|
|
| v.贿赂，收买；adj.腐败的，贪污的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
atlas
|
|
| n.地图册，图表集 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
martyr
|
|
| n.烈士，殉难者；vt.杀害，折磨，牺牲 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
somber
|
|
| adj.昏暗的，阴天的，阴森的，忧郁的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
abrupt
|
|
| adj.突然的，意外的；唐突的，鲁莽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
penetration
|
|
| n.穿透，穿人，渗透 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
obstinate
|
|
| adj.顽固的，倔强的，不易屈服的，较难治愈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
avowed
|
|
| adj.公开声明的，承认的v.公开声明，承认( avow的过去式和过去分词) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
evaded
|
|
| 逃避( evade的过去式和过去分词 )； 避开； 回避； 想不出 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
fully
|
|
| adv.完全地，全部地，彻底地；充分地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
socialist
|
|
| n.社会主义者；adj.社会主义的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
thoroughly
|
|
| adv.完全地，彻底地，十足地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
desultory
|
|
| adj.散漫的，无方法的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
lurking
|
|
| 潜在 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
quarry
|
|
| n.采石场；v.采石；费力地找 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
faculty
|
|
| n.才能；学院，系；(学院或系的)全体教学人员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
watchfulness
|
|
| 警惕，留心； 警觉（性） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
engrossed
|
|
| adj.全神贯注的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
leisurely
|
|
| adj.悠闲的；从容的，慢慢的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
mansion
|
|
| n.大厦，大楼；宅第 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
luncheon
|
|
| n.午宴，午餐，便宴 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
discretion
|
|
| n.谨慎；随意处理 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
covert
|
|
| adj.隐藏的；暗地里的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
negligent
|
|
| adj.疏忽的；玩忽的；粗心大意的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
prophesied
|
|
| v.预告，预言( prophesy的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
eschewed
|
|
| v.（尤指为道德或实际理由而）习惯性避开，回避( eschew的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
eschewing
|
|
| v.（尤指为道德或实际理由而）习惯性避开，回避( eschew的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
specially
|
|
| adv.特定地；特殊地；明确地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
differentiates
|
|
| 区分，区别，辨别( differentiate的第三人称单数 )； 区别对待； 表明…间的差别，构成…间差别的特征 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
query
|
|
| n.疑问，问号，质问；vt.询问，表示怀疑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
immediate
|
|
| adj.立即的；直接的，最接近的；紧靠的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
impersonal
|
|
| adj.无个人感情的，与个人无关的，非人称的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
distinguished
|
|
| adj.卓越的，杰出的，著名的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
collaboration
|
|
| n.合作，协作；勾结 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
acting
|
|
| n.演戏，行为，假装；adj.代理的，临时的，演出用的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
vented
|
|
| 表达，发泄（感情，尤指愤怒）( vent的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
grouch
|
|
| n.牢骚，不满；v.抱怨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
gene
|
|
| n.遗传因子，基因 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
devoted
|
|
| adj.忠诚的，忠实的，热心的，献身于...的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
affected
|
|
| adj.不自然的，假装的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
puff
|
|
| n.一口(气)；一阵(风)；v.喷气，喘气 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
strictly
|
|
| adv.严厉地，严格地；严密地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
afterward
|
|
| adv.后来；以后 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
illustrated
|
|
| adj. 有插图的，列举的 动词illustrate的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
essentially
|
|
| adv.本质上，实质上，基本上 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
suppleness
|
|
| 柔软； 灵活； 易弯曲； 顺从 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
proprietor
|
|
| n.所有人；业主；经营者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
jot
|
|
| n.少量；vi.草草记下；vt.匆匆写下 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
theatrical
|
|
| adj.剧场的，演戏的；做戏似的，做作的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
ornamented
|
|
| adj.花式字体的v.装饰，点缀，美化( ornament的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
cane
|
|
| n.手杖，细长的茎，藤条；v.以杖击，以藤编制的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
solicit
|
|
| vi.勾引；乞求；vt.请求，乞求；招揽(生意) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
vestige
|
|
| n.痕迹，遗迹，残余 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
ruminatively
|
|
| adv.沉思默想地，反复思考地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
wont
|
|
| adj.习惯于；v.习惯；n.习惯 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
malign
|
|
| adj.有害的；恶性的；恶意的；v.诽谤，诬蔑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
relish
|
|
| n.滋味，享受，爱好，调味品；vt.加调味料，享受，品味；vi.有滋味 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
slashing
|
|
| adj.尖锐的；苛刻的；鲜明的；乱砍的v.挥砍( slash的现在分词 )；鞭打；割破；削减 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
vapid
|
|
| adj.无味的；无生气的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
gratuitous
|
|
| adj.无偿的，免费的；无缘无故的，不必要的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
thereby
|
|
| adv.因此，从而 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
attesting
|
|
| v.证明( attest的现在分词 )；证实；声称…属实；使宣誓 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
pruriency
|
|
| n.好色；迷恋；淫欲；（焦躁等的）渴望 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
83
jaded
|
|
| adj.精疲力竭的；厌倦的；（因过饱或过多而）腻烦的；迟钝的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
lesser
|
|
| adj.次要的，较小的；adv.较小地，较少地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
ironies
|
|
| n.反语( irony的名词复数 )；冷嘲；具有讽刺意味的事；嘲弄 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |