“But it isn’t chess,” protested Somers.
“You’ve lost, haven’t you?” said Jack.
“Ah well, if I can win that way, I have to do it. I don’t know the game as well as you do,” said Jack. And there was a quiet sense of victory, “done you down,” in his tones. Somers required all his dignity not to become angry. But he shrugged6 his shoulders.
Sometimes, too, if he suggested a game, Callcott would object that he had something he must do. Lovat took the slight rebuff without troubling. Then an hour or an hour and a half later, Callcott would come tapping at the door, and would enter saying:
“Well, if you are ready for a game.”
And Lovat would unsuspectingly acquiesce7. But on these occasions Jack had been silently, secretly accumulating his forces; there was a silence, almost a stealth in his game. And at the same time his bearing was soft as{39} it were submissive, and Somers was put quite off his guard. He began to play with his usual freedom. And then Jack wiped the floor with his little neighbour: simply wiped the floor with him, and left him gasping8. One, two, three games—it was the same every time.
“But I can’t see the board,” cried Somers, startled. “I can hardly distinguish black from white.”
He was really distressed9. It was true what he said. He was as if stupefied, as if some drug had been injected straight into his brain. For his life he could not gather his consciousness together—not till he realised the state he was in. And then he refused to try. Jack gave a quiet little laugh. There was on his face a subtle little smile of satisfaction. He had done his high-flying opponent down. He was the better man.
After the first evening that this had taken place, Somers was much more wary11 of his neighbour, much less ready to open towards him than he had been. He never again invited Jack to a game of chess. And when Callcott suggested a game, Somers played, but coldly, without the recklessness and the laughter which were the chief charm of his game. And Jack was once more snubbed, put back into second place. Then once he was reduced, Somers began to relent, and the old guerilla warfare12 started again.
The moment Somers heard this question of Jack’s: “What do you think of things in general?”—he went on his guard.
“The man is trying to draw me, to fool me,” he said to himself. He knew by a certain quiet, almost sly intention in Jack’s voice, and a certain false deference13 in his bearing. It was this false deference he was most wary of. This was the Judas approach.
“No,” said Jack, foiled in his first move. He had been through the Australian high-school course, and was accustomed to think for himself. Over a great field he was quite indifferent to thought, and hostile to consciousness. It seemed to him more manly15 to be unconscious, even blank, to most of the great questions. But on his own subjects, Australian politics, Japan, and machinery16, he thought straight and manly enough. And when he met a{40} man whose being puzzled him, he wanted to get at the bottom of that, too. He looked up at Somers with a searching, penetrating17, inimical look, that he tried to cover with an appearance of false deference. For he was always aware of the big empty spaces of his own consciousness; like his country, a vast empty “desert” at the centre of him.
“No,” he repeated. “I mean the world—economics and politics. The welfare of the world.”
“It’s no good asking me,” said Somers. “Since the war burst my bubble of humanity I’m a pessimist18, a black pessimist about the present human world.”
“You think it’s going to the bad?” said Jack, still drawing him with the same appearance of deference, of wanting to hear.
“Yes, I do. Faster or slower. Probably I shall never see any great change in my lifetime, but the tendency is all downhill, in my opinion. But then I’m a pessimist, so you needn’t bother about my opinion.”
Somers wanted to let it all go at that. But Callcott persisted.
“Do you think there’ll be more wars? Do you think Germany will be in a position to fight again very soon?”
“Bah, you bolster19 up an old bogey20 out here. Germany is the bogey of yesterday, not of to-morrow.”
“She frightened us out of our sleep before,” said Jack, resentful.
“And now, for the time being, she’s done. As a war-machine she’s done, and done for ever. So much scrap21-iron, her iron fist.”
“You think so?” said Jack, with all the animosity of a returned hero who wants to think his old enemy the one and only bugbear, and who feels quite injured if you tell him there’s no more point in his old hate.
“That’s my opinion. Of course I may be wrong.”
“Yes, you may,” said Jack.
“Sure,” said Somers. And there was silence. This time Somers smiled a little to himself.
“And what do you consider, then, is the bogey of to-morrow?” asked Jack at length, in a rather small, unwilling22 voice.
“I don’t really know. What should you say?{41}”
“Me? I wanted to hear what you have to say.”
“And I’d rather hear what you have to say,” laughed Somers.
There was a pause. Jack seemed to be pondering. At last he came out with his bluff23, manly Australian self.
“If you ask me,” he said, “I should say that Labour is the bogey you speak of.”
Again Somers knew that this was a draw. “He wants to find out if I’m socialist24 or anti,” he thought to himself.
“You think Labour is a menace to society?” he returned.
“Well,” Jack hedged. “I won’t say that Labour is the menace, exactly. Perhaps the state of affairs forces Labour to be the menace.”
“Oh, quite. But what’s the state of affairs?”
“That’s what nobody seems to know.”
“So it’s quite safe to lay the blame on,” laughed Somers. He looked with real dislike at the other man, who sat silent and piqued25 and rather diminished: “Coming here just to draw me and get to know what’s inside me!” he said to himself angrily. And he would carry the conversation no further. He would not even offer Jack a whisky and soda26. “No,” he thought to himself. “If he trespasses27 on my hospitality, coming creeping in here, into my house, just to draw me and get the better of me, underhandedly, then I’ll pour no drink for him. He can go back to where he came from.” But Somers was mistaken. He only didn’t understand Jack’s way of leaving seven-tenths of himself out of any intercourse28. Richard wanted the whole man there, openly. And Jack wanted his own way, of seven-tenths left out.
So that after a while Jack rose slowly, saying:
“Well, I’ll be turning in. It’s work to-morrow for some of us.”
“If we’re lucky enough to have jobs,” laughed Somers.
“Or luckier still, to have the money so that we don’t need a job,” returned Jack.
“Think how bored most folks would be on a little money and no settled occupation,” said Somers.
“Yes, I might be myself,” said Jack, honestly admitting it, and at the same time slightly despising the man who had no job, and therefore no significance in life.{42}
“Why, of course.”
When Callcott came over to Torestin, either Victoria came with him, or she invited Harriet across to Wyewurk. Wyewurk was the name of Jack’s bungalow29. It had been built by a man who had inherited from an aunt a modest income, and who had written thus permanently30 his retort against society on his door.
“Wyewurk?” said Jack. “Because you’ve jolly well got to.”
The neighbours nearly always spoke31 of their respective homes by their elegant names. “Won’t Mrs Somers go across to Wyewurk, Vicky says. She’s making a blouse or something, sewing some old bits of rag together—or new bits—and I expect she’ll need a pageful of advice about it.” This was what Jack had said. Harriet had gone with apparent alacrity32, but with real resentment33. She had never in all her life had “neighbours,” and she didn’t know what neighbouring really meant. She didn’t care for it, on trial. Not after she and Victoria had said and heard most of the things they wanted to say and hear. But they liked each other also. And though Victoria could be a terribly venomous little cat, once she unsheathed her claws and became rather “common,” still, so long as her claws were sheathed34 her paws were quite velvety35 and pretty, she was winsome36 and charming to Harriet, a bit deferential37 before her, which flattered the other woman. And then, lastly, Victoria had quite a decent piano, and played nicely, whereas Harriet had a good voice, and played badly. So that often, as the two men played chess or had one of their famous encounters, they would hear Harriet’s strong, clear voice singing Schubert or Schumann or French or English folk songs, whilst Victoria played. And both women were happy, because though Victoria was fond of music and had an instinct for it, her knowledge of songs was slight, and to be learning these old English and old French melodies, as well as the German and the Italian songs, was a real adventure and a pleasure to her.
They were still singing when Jack returned.
“Still at it!” he said manfully, from the background, chewing his little pipe.
Harriet looked round. She was just finishing the joyous38 moan of Plaisir d’amour, a song she loved because it{43} tickled39 her so. “Dure toute la vie—i—i—ie—i—e,” she sang the concluding words at him, laughing in his face.
“You’re back early,” she said.
Harriet divined that, to use her expression, Somers had been “disagreeable to him.”
“Don’t you sing?” she cried.
“Me! Have you ever heard a cow at a gate when she wants to come in and be milked?”
“Oh, he does!” cried Victoria. “He sang a duet at the Harbour Lights Concert.”
“There!” cried Harriet. “How exciting! What duet did he sing?”
“Larboard Watch Ahoy!”
“Oh! Oh! I know that,” cried Harriet, remembering a farmer friend of Somers’, who had initiated41 her into the thrilling harmony, down in Cornwall.
“There wasn’t a soul left in the hall, when we’d finished, except Victoria and the other chap’s wife,” said Jack.
“Oh, what a fib. They applauded like anything, and made you give an encore.”
“Ay, and we didn’t know another bally duet between us, so we had to sing Larboard Watch over again. It was Larboard Alarum Clock by the time we got to the end of it, it went off with such a rattle42.”
“Oh, do let us sing it,” said Harriet. “You must help me when I go wrong, because I don’t know it well.”
“What part do you want to sing?” said Jack.
“Oh, I sing the first part.”
“I couldn’t possibly sing the alto,” said Harriet.
“Oh, Jack, do sing the alto,” said Victoria. “Go on, do! I’ll help you.”
And very shortly Somers heard a gorgeous uproar45 in Wyewurk. Harriet breaking down occasionally, and being picked up. She insisted on keeping on till she had it perfect, and the other two banged and warbled away with{44} no signs of fatigue46. So that they were still hailing the Larboard Watch Ahoy when the clock struck eleven.
Then when silence did ensue for a moment, Mrs Callcott came flying over to Torestin.
“Oh, Mr Somers, won’t you come and have a drink with Jack? Mrs Somers is having a glass of hop47 bitters.”
When Somers entered the living room of Wyewurk, Jack looked up at him with a smile and a glow in his dark eyes, almost like love.
“Beer?” he said.
“What’s the alternative?”
“Nothing but gas-water.”
“Then beer.”
Harriet and Victoria were still at the piano, excitedly talking songs. Harriet was teaching Victoria to pronounce the words of a Schubert song: for there was still one person in the world unacquainted with: “Du bist wie eine Blume.” And Victoria was singing it in a wavering, shy little voice.
“Let’s drink our beer by the kitchen fire,” said Jack. “Then we shall be able to hear ourselves speak, which is more than we can do in this aviary48.”
Somers solemnly followed into the tiny kitchen, and they sat in front of the still hot stove.
“The women will keep up the throat-stretching for quite a time yet,” said Jack.
“If we let them. It’s getting late.”
“Oh, I’ve just started my second awakening—feel as sharp as a new tin-tack.”
“Talking about pessimism,” he resumed after a pause. “There’s some of us here that feels things are pretty shaky, you know.” He spoke in a subdued49, important sort of voice.
“What is shaky—Australian finance?”
“Ay, Australian everything.”
“Well, it’s pretty much the same in every country. Where there’s such a lot of black smoke there’s not a very big fire. The world’s been going to the dogs ever since it started to toddle50, apparently51.”
“Ay, I suppose it has. But it’ll get there one day. At least Australia will.”
“What kind of dogs?{45}”
“Maybe financial smash, and then hell to pay all round. Maybe, you know. We’ve got to think about it.”
Somers watched him for some moments with serious eyes. Jack seemed as if he were a little bit drunk. Yet he had only drunk a glass of lager beer. He wasn’t drunk. But his face had changed, it had a kind of eagerness, and his eyes glowed big. Strange, he seemed, as if in a slight ecstasy52.
“It may be,” said Somers slowly. “I am neither a financier nor a politician. It seems as if the next thing to come a cropper were capital: now there are no more kings to speak of. It may be the middle classes are coming smash—which is the same thing as finance—as capital. But also it may not be. I’ve given up trying to know.”
“What will be will be, eh,” said Jack with a smile.
“I suppose so, in this matter.”
“Ay, but, look here, I believe it’s right what you say. The middle classes are coming down. What do they sit on?—they sit on money, on capital. And this country is as good as bankrupt, so then what have they left to stand on?”
“They say most countries are really bankrupt. But if they agree among themselves to carry on, the word doesn’t amount to much.”
“Oh, but it does. It amounts to a hull53 of a lot, here in this country. If it ever came to the push, and the state was bankrupt, there’d be no holding New South Wales in.”
“The state never will be bankrupt.”
“Won’t it? Won’t there be a financial smash, a proper cave in, before we’re much older? Won’t there? We’ll see. But look here, do you care if there is?”
“I don’t know what it means, so I can’t say. Theoretically I don’t mind a bit if international finance goes bust54: if it can go bust.”
“Never mind about theoretically. You’d like to see the power of money, the power of capital, broke. Would you or wouldn’t you?”
Somers watched the excited, handsome face opposite him, and answered slowly:
“Theoretically, yes. Actually, I really don’t know.”
“Oh to hell with your theoretically. Drown it. Speak like a man with some feeling in your guts55. You either{46} would or wouldn’t. Don’t leave your shirt-tail hanging out, with a theoretically. Would you or wouldn’t you.”
Somers laughed.
“Why, yes, I would,” he said, “and be damned to everything.”
“Shake,” cried Jack, stretching over. And he took Somers’ small hand between both his own. “I knew,” he said in a broken voice, “that we was mates.”
Somers was rather bewildered.
“But you know,” he said, “I never take any part in politics at all. They aren’t my affair.”
“They’re not! They’re not! You’re quite right. You’re quite right, you are. You’re a damned sight too good to be mixing up in any dirty politics. But all I want is that your feelings should be the same as mine, and they are, thank my stars, they are.”
By this time Somers was almost scared.
“You’re not with the middle classes, as you call them, the money-men, as I call them, and I know you’re not. And if you’re not with them you’re against them.”
“My father was a working-man. I come from the working people. My sympathy is with them, when it’s with anybody, I assure you.”
“Your father was a working-man, was he? Is that really so? Well, that is a surprise! And yet,” he changed his tone, “no, it isn’t. I might have known. Of course I might. How should I have felt for you as I did, the very first minute I saw you, if it hadn’t been so. Of course you’re one of us: same flesh and blood, same clay. Only you’ve had the advantages of a money-man. But you’ve stuck true to your flesh and blood, which is what most of them don’t do. They turn into so much dirt, like the washings in the pan, a lot of dirt to a very little gold. Well, well, and your father was a working man! And you now being as you are! Wonderful what we may be, isn’t it?”
“It is indeed,” said Somers, who was infinitely58 more amazed at the present Jack, than ever Jack could be at him.{47}
“Well, well, that brings us a great deal nearer than ever, that does,” said Callcott, looking at Somers with glowing, smiling eyes which the other man could not quite understand, eyes with something desirous, and something perhaps fanatical in them. Somers could not understand. As for the being brought nearer to Callcott, that was apparently entirely59 a matter of Jack’s own feeling. Somers himself had never felt more alone and far off. Yet he trembled at the other man’s strange fervour. He vibrated helplessly in some sort of troubled response.
The vibration60 from the two men had by this time quite penetrated61 into the other room and into the consciousness of the two women. Harriet came in all wondering and full of alert curiosity. She looked from one to the other, saw the eyes of both men shining, saw the puzzled, slightly scared look on her husband’s face, and the glowing handsomeness on Jack’s, and she wondered more than ever.
“What are you two men talking about?” she asked pointedly62. “You look very much moved about something.”
“Moved!” laughed Jack. “We’re doing fifty miles an hour, and not turning a hair.”
“I’m glad I’m not going with you then,” said Harriet. “It’s much too late at night for me for that sort of thing.”
Victoria went over to her husband and stood close at his side ruffling63 up his brown, short, crisp, bright hair.
“Doesn’t he talk nonsense, Mrs Somers, doesn’t he talk nonsense,” the young wife crooned, in her singing, contralto voice, as she looked down at him.
Harriet started at the sudden revelation of palpitating intimacy64. She wanted to go away, quick. So did Somers. But neither Jack nor Victoria wanted them to go.
Jack was looking up at Victoria with a curious smile, touched with a leer. It gave his face, his rather long, clean-shaven face with the thick eyebrows65, most extraordinarily66 the look of an old mask. One of those old Greek masks that give a fixed67 mockery to every feeling. Leering up at his young wife with the hearty68 leer of a player masked as a faun that is at home, on its own ground. Both Harriet and Somers felt amazed, as if they had strayed into the wrong wood.{48}
“You talk all the sense, don’t you, kiddie?” he said, with a strong Australian accent again. And as he spoke with his face upturned to her, his Adam’s apple moved in his strong white throat as if it chuckled69.
“Of course I do,” she crooned in her mocking, crooning contralto. “Of course I do.”
“It’s awfully71 late. We shall have simply to fly to bed. I’m so sleepy now. Good-night. Thank you so much for the singing. I enjoyed it awfully. Good-night!”
Victoria looked up with a brightly-flushed face, entirely unashamed, her eyes glowing like an animal’s. Jack relaxed his grip of her, but did not rise. He looked at the Somers pair with eyes gone dusky, as if unseeing, and the mask-like smile lingering on his face like the reflection from some fire, curiously72 natural, not even grotesque73.
“Find your way across all right?” he said. “Good-night! Good-night!” But he was as unaware74 of them, actually, as if they did not exist within his ken10.
“Well,” said Harriet, as they closed the door of Torestin. “I think they might have waited just two minutes before they started their love making. After all, one doesn’t want to be implicated75, does one?”
“One emphatically doesn’t,” said Somers.
“Really, it was as if he’d got his arm round all the four of us! Horrid76!” said Harriet resentfully.
“He felt he had, I’m sure,” said Somers.
It was a period when Sydney was again suffering from a bubonic plague scare: a very mild scare, some fifteen cases to a million people, according to the newspapers. But the town was placarded with notices “Keep your town clean,” and there was a stall in Martin Place where you could write your name down and become a member of a cleanliness league, or something to that effect.
The battle was against rats, fleas77, and dirt. The plague affects rats first, said the notices, then fleas, and then man. All citizens were called upon to wage war with the vermin mentioned. Alas78, there was no need to call on Somers to wage the war. The first morning they had awakened79 in Torestin, it was to a slight uneasy feeling of uncleanliness. Harriet, who hated the thought of contamination, found{49} the apples gnawed80, when she went to take one to eat before breakfast. And rat dirts, she said, everywhere.
Then had started such a cleaning, such a scouring81, such a stopping of holes, as Torestin had never known. Somers sourly re-christened the house Toscrubin. And after that, every night he had the joyful82 business of setting two rat-traps, those traps with the powerful fly-back springs. Which springs were a holy terror to him, for he knew his fingers would break like pipe-stems if the spring flew back on them. And almost every morning he had the nauseous satisfaction of finding a rat pinned by its nose in the trap, its eyes bulging83 out, a blot84 of deep red blood just near. Sometimes two rats. They were not really ugly, save for their tails. Smallish rats, perhaps only half grown, and with black, silky fur. Not like the brown rats he had known in the English country.
But big or little, ugly or not ugly, they were very objectionable to him, and he hated to have to start the day by casting one or more corpses85 gingerly, by the tip of the tail, into the garbage tin. He railed against the practice of throwing cans and everything promiscuously86 on to any bit of waste ground. It seemed to his embittered87 fancy that Sydney harbour, and all the coast of New South Wales, was moving with this pest. It reminded him of the land of Egypt, under the hand of the Lord: plagues of mice and rats and rabbits and snails88 and all manner of crawling things. And then he would say: “Perhaps it must be so in a new country.” For all that, the words “new country” had become like acid between his teeth. He was always recalling what Flinders Petrie says somewhere: “A colony is no younger than the parent country.” Perhaps it is even older, one step further gone.
This evening—or rather midnight—he went to the back kitchen to put every scrap of any sort of food beyond rat-reach, and to bait the two traps with bits of cheese-rind. Then he bent89 back the two murderous springs, and the traps were ready. He washed his hands hard from the contamination of them. Then he went into the garden, even climbed the tub-like summer-house, to have a last look at the world. There was a big slip of very bright moon risen, and the harbour was faintly distinct.
Now that night had fallen, the wind was from the land,{50} and cold. He turned to go indoors. And as he did so he heard a motor-car run quickly along the road, and saw the bright lights come to a stop at the gate of Wyewurk. Wyewurk was in darkness already. But a man left the car and came along the path to the house, giving a peculiar90 whistle as he did so. He went round to the back door and knocked sharply, once, twice, in a peculiar way. Then he whistled and knocked again. After which he must have heard an answer, for he waited quietly.
“That you, Jaz boy?” he said in a quiet tone. “Why the blazes didn’t you come half an hour sooner, or half a minute later? You got me just as I’d taken the jump, and I fell all over the bloomin’ hedge. Come in. You’ll make a nervous wreck92 of me between you.”
The figure entered. It was William James, the brother-in-law. Somers heard him go again in about ten minutes. But Harriet did not notice.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
haphazard
|
|
| adj.无计划的，随意的，杂乱无章的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
jack
|
|
| n.插座，千斤顶，男人；v.抬起，提醒，扛举；n.（Jake）杰克 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
draughts
|
|
| n. <英>国际跳棋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
ambush
|
|
| n.埋伏(地点)；伏兵；v.埋伏；伏击 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
dodges
|
|
| n.闪躲( dodge的名词复数 )；躲避；伎俩；妙计v.闪躲( dodge的第三人称单数 )；回避 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
shrugged
|
|
| vt.耸肩（shrug的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
acquiesce
|
|
| vi.默许，顺从，同意 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
gasping
|
|
| adj. 气喘的, 痉挛的 动词gasp的现在分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
distressed
|
|
| 痛苦的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
ken
|
|
| n.视野，知识领域 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
wary
|
|
| adj.谨慎的，机警的，小心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
warfare
|
|
| n.战争(状态)；斗争；冲突 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
deference
|
|
| n.尊重，顺从；敬意 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
cosmos
|
|
| n.宇宙；秩序，和谐 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
manly
|
|
| adj.有男子气概的；adv.男子般地，果断地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
machinery
|
|
| n.(总称)机械，机器；机构 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
penetrating
|
|
| adj.（声音）响亮的，尖锐的adj.（气味）刺激的adj.（思想）敏锐的，有洞察力的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
pessimist
|
|
| n.悲观者；悲观主义者；厌世 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
bolster
|
|
| n.枕垫；v.支持，鼓励 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
bogey
|
|
| n.令人谈之变色之物；妖怪，幽灵 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
scrap
|
|
| n.碎片；废料；v.废弃，报废 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
unwilling
|
|
| adj.不情愿的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
bluff
|
|
| v.虚张声势，用假象骗人；n.虚张声势，欺骗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
socialist
|
|
| n.社会主义者；adj.社会主义的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
piqued
|
|
| v.伤害…的自尊心( pique的过去式和过去分词 )；激起（好奇心） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
soda
|
|
| n.苏打水；汽水 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
trespasses
|
|
| 罪过( trespass的名词复数 )； 非法进入 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
intercourse
|
|
| n.性交；交流，交往，交际 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
bungalow
|
|
| n.平房，周围有阳台的木造小平房 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
permanently
|
|
| adv.永恒地，永久地，固定不变地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
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： |
|
|
|
|
32
alacrity
|
|
| n.敏捷，轻快，乐意 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
resentment
|
|
| n.怨愤，忿恨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
sheathed
|
|
| adj.雕塑像下半身包在鞘中的；覆盖的；铠装的；装鞘了的v.将（刀、剑等）插入鞘( sheathe的过去式和过去分词 )；包，覆盖 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
velvety
|
|
| adj. 像天鹅绒的, 轻软光滑的, 柔软的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
winsome
|
|
| n.迷人的，漂亮的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
deferential
|
|
| adj. 敬意的，恭敬的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
joyous
|
|
| adj.充满快乐的；令人高兴的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
tickled
|
|
| （使）发痒( tickle的过去式和过去分词 )； （使）愉快，逗乐 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
twilight
|
|
| n.暮光，黄昏；暮年，晚期，衰落时期 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
initiated
|
|
| n. 创始人 adj. 新加入的 vt. 开始，创始，启蒙，介绍加入 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
rattle
|
|
| v.飞奔，碰响；激怒；n.碰撞声；拨浪鼓 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
tenor
|
|
| n.男高音（歌手），次中音（乐器），要旨，大意 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
bail
|
|
| v.舀（水），保释；n.保证金，保释，保释人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
uproar
|
|
| n.骚动，喧嚣，鼎沸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
fatigue
|
|
| n.疲劳，劳累 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
hop
|
|
| n.单脚跳，跳跃；vi.单脚跳，跳跃；着手做某事；vt.跳跃，跃过 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
aviary
|
|
| n.大鸟笼，鸟舍 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
subdued
|
|
| adj. 屈服的，柔和的，减弱的 动词subdue的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
toddle
|
|
| v.（如小孩）蹒跚学步 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
apparently
|
|
| adv.显然地；表面上，似乎 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
ecstasy
|
|
| n.狂喜，心醉神怡，入迷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
hull
|
|
| n.船身；(果、实等的)外壳；vt.去(谷物等)壳 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
bust
|
|
| vt.打破；vi.爆裂；n.半身像；胸部 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
guts
|
|
| v.狼吞虎咽，贪婪地吃，飞碟游戏（比赛双方每组5人，相距15码，互相掷接飞碟）；毁坏（建筑物等）的内部( gut的第三人称单数 )；取出…的内脏n.勇气( gut的名词复数 )；内脏；消化道的下段；肠 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
heed
|
|
| v.注意，留意；n.注意，留心 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
gathering
|
|
| n.集会，聚会，聚集 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
infinitely
|
|
| adv.无限地，无穷地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
entirely
|
|
| ad.全部地，完整地；完全地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
vibration
|
|
| n.颤动，振动；摆动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
penetrated
|
|
| adj. 击穿的，鞭辟入里的 动词penetrate的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
pointedly
|
|
| adv.尖地，明显地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
ruffling
|
|
| 弄皱( ruffle的现在分词 )； 弄乱； 激怒； 扰乱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
intimacy
|
|
| n.熟悉，亲密，密切关系，亲昵的言行 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
eyebrows
|
|
| 眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
extraordinarily
|
|
| adv.格外地；极端地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
fixed
|
|
| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
hearty
|
|
| adj.热情友好的；衷心的；尽情的，纵情的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
chuckled
|
|
| 轻声地笑( chuckle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
hips
|
|
| abbr.high impact polystyrene 高冲击强度聚苯乙烯，耐冲性聚苯乙烯n.臀部( hip的名词复数 )；[建筑学]屋脊；臀围（尺寸）；臀部…的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
awfully
|
|
| adv.可怕地，非常地，极端地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
curiously
|
|
| adv.有求知欲地；好问地；奇特地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
grotesque
|
|
| adj.怪诞的，丑陋的；n.怪诞的图案，怪人（物） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
unaware
|
|
| a.不知道的，未意识到的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
implicated
|
|
| adj.密切关联的；牵涉其中的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
horrid
|
|
| adj.可怕的；令人惊恐的；恐怖的；极讨厌的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
fleas
|
|
| n.跳蚤( flea的名词复数 )；爱财如命；没好气地（拒绝某人的要求） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
alas
|
|
| int.唉(表示悲伤、忧愁、恐惧等) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
awakened
|
|
| v.（使）醒( awaken的过去式和过去分词 )；（使）觉醒；弄醒；（使）意识到 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
gnawed
|
|
| 咬( gnaw的过去式和过去分词 )； （长时间） 折磨某人； （使）苦恼； （长时间）危害某事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
scouring
|
|
| 擦[洗]净，冲刷，洗涤 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
joyful
|
|
| adj.欢乐的，令人欢欣的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
bulging
|
|
| 膨胀； 凸出（部）； 打气； 折皱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
blot
|
|
| vt.弄脏（用吸墨纸）吸干；n.污点，污渍 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
corpses
|
|
| n.死尸，尸体( corpse的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
promiscuously
|
|
| adv.杂乱地，混杂地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
embittered
|
|
| v.使怨恨，激怒( embitter的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
snails
|
|
| n.蜗牛；迟钝的人；蜗牛( snail的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
peculiar
|
|
| adj.古怪的，异常的；特殊的，特有的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
pyjamas
|
|
| n.（宽大的）睡衣裤 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
wreck
|
|
| n.失事，遇难；沉船；vt.(船等)失事，遇难 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |