No need to delay longer; every need for instant flight. Esther had found courage to confess her crime against the community to Raphael; there was no seething1 of the blood to nerve her to face Mrs. Henry Goldsmith. She retired2 to her room soon after dinner on the plea (which was not a pretext) of a headache. Then she wrote:
"DEAR MRS. GOLDSMITH:
"When you read this, I shall have left your house, never to return. It would be idle to attempt to explain my reasons. I could not hope to make you see through my eyes. Suffice it to say that I cannot any longer endure a life of dependence3, and that I feel I have abused your favor by writing that Jewish novel of which you disapprove4 so vehemently5. I never intended to keep the secret from you, after publication. I thought the book would succeed and you would be pleased; at the same time I dimly felt that you might object to certain things and ask to have them altered, and I have always wanted to write my own ideas, and not other people's. With my temperament6, I see now that it was a mistake to fetter7 myself by obligations to anybody, but the mistake was made in my girlhood when I knew little of the world and perhaps less of myself. Nevertheless, I wish you to believe, dear Mrs. Goldsmith, that all the blame for the unhappy situation which has arisen I put upon my own shoulders, and that I have nothing for you but the greatest affection and gratitude8 for all the kindnesses I have received at your hands. I beg you not to think that I make the slightest reproach against you; on the contrary, I shall always henceforth reproach myself with the thought that I have made you so poor a return for your generosity9 and incessant10 thoughtfulness. But the sphere in which you move is too high for me; I cannot assimilate with it and I return, not without gladness, to the humble11 sphere whence you took me. With kindest regards and best wishes,
"I am,
"Yours ever gratefully,
"ESTHER ANSELL."
There were tears in Esther's eyes when she finished, and she was penetrated12 with admiration13 of her own generosity in so freely admitting Mrs. Goldsmith's and in allowing that her patron got nothing out of the bargain. She was doubtful whether the sentence about the high sphere was satirical or serious. People do not know what they mean almost as often as they do not say it.
Esther put the letter into an envelope and placed it on the open writing-desk she kept on her dressing-table. She then packed a few toilette essentials in a little bag, together with some American photographs of her brother and sisters in various stages of adolescence15. She was determined16 to go back empty-handed as she came, and was reluctant to carry off the few sovereigns of pocket-money in her purse, and hunted up a little gold locket she had received, while yet a teacher, in celebration of the marriage of a communal17 magnate's daughter. Thrown aside seven years ago, it now bade fair to be the corner-stone of the temple; she had meditated18 pledging it and living on the proceeds till she found work, but when she realized its puny19 pretensions20 to cozen21 pawnbrokers22, it flashed upon her that she could always repay Mrs. Goldsmith the few pounds she was taking away. In a drawer there was a heap of manuscript carefully locked away; she took it and looked through it hurriedly, contemptuously. Some of it was music, some poetry, the bulk prose. At last she threw it suddenly on the bright fire which good Mary O'Reilly had providentially provided in her room; then, as it flared23 up, stricken with remorse24, she tried to pluck the sheets from the flames; only by scorching25 her fingers and raising blisters26 did she succeed, and then, with scornful resignation, she instantly threw them back again, warming her feverish27 hands merrily at the bonfire. Rapidly looking through all her drawers, lest perchance in some stray manuscript she should leave her soul naked behind her, she came upon a forgotten faded rose. The faint fragrance28 was charged with strange memories of Sidney. The handsome young artist had given it her in the earlier days of their acquaintanceship. To Esther to-night it seemed to belong to a period infinitely30 more remote than her childhood. When the shrivelled rose had been further crumpled31 into a little ball and then picked to bits, it only remained to inquire where to go; what to do she could settle when there. She tried to collect her thoughts. Alas32! it was not so easy as collecting her luggage. For a long time she crouched33 on the fender and looked into the fire, seeing in it only fragmentary pictures of the last seven years--bits of scenery, great Cathedral interiors arousing mysterious yearnings, petty incidents of travel, moments with Sidney, drawing-room episodes, strange passionate35 scenes with herself as single performer, long silent watches of study and aspiration36, like the souls of the burned manuscripts made visible. Even that very afternoon's scene with Raphael was part of the "old unhappy far-off things" that could only live henceforwards in fantastic arcades37 of glowing coal, out of all relation to future realities. Her new-born love for Raphael appeared as ancient and as arid38 as the girlish ambitions that had seemed on the point of blossoming when she was transplanted from the Ghetto39. That, too, was in the flames, and should remain there.
At last she started up with a confused sense of wasted time and began to undress mechanically, trying to concentrate her thoughts the while on the problem that faced her. But they wandered back to her first night in the fine house, when a separate bedroom was a new experience and she was afraid to sleep alone, though turned fifteen. But she was more afraid of appearing a great baby, and so no one in the world ever knew what the imaginative little creature had lived down.
In the middle of brushing her hair she ran to the door and locked it, from a sudden dread40 that she might oversleep herself and some one would come in and see the letter on the writing-desk. She had not solved the problem even by the time she got into bed; the fire opposite the foot was burning down, but there was a red glow penetrating41 the dimness. She had forgotten to draw the blind, and she saw the clear stars shining peacefully in the sky. She looked and looked at them and they led her thoughts away from the problem once more. She seemed to be lying in Victoria Park, looking up with innocent mystic rapture42 and restfulness at the brooding blue sky. The blood-and-thunder boys' story she had borrowed from Solomon had fallen from her hand and lay unheeded on the grass. Solomon was tossing a ball to Rachel, which he had acquired by a colossal43 accumulation of buttons, and Isaac and Sarah were rolling and wrangling44 on the grass. Oh, why had she deserted45 them? What were they doing now, without her mother-care, out and away beyond the great seas? For weeks together, the thought of them had not once crossed her mind; to-night she stretched her arms involuntarily towards her loved ones, not towards the shadowy figures of reality, scarcely less phantasmal than the dead Benjamin, but towards the childish figures of the past. What happy times they had had together in the dear old garret!
In her strange half-waking hallucination, her outstretched arms were clasped round little Sarah. She was putting her to bed and the tiny thing was repeating after her, in broken Hebrew, the children's night-prayer: "Suffer me to lie down in peace, and let me rise up in peace. Hear O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one," with its unauthorized appendix in baby English: "Dod teep me, and mate me a dood dirl, orways."
She woke to full consciousness with a start; her arms chilled, her face wet. But the problem was solved.
She would go back to them, back to her true home, where loving faces waited to welcome her, where hearts were open and life was simple and the weary brain could find rest from the stress and struggle of obstinate46 questionings of destiny. Life was so simple at bottom; it was she that was so perversely47 complex. She would go back to her father whose naive48 devout49 face swam glorified50 upon a sea of tears; yea, and back to her father's primitive51 faith like a tired lost child that spies its home at last. The quaint29, monotonous52 cadence53 of her father's prayers rang pathetically in her ears; and a great light, the light that Raphael had shown her, seemed to blend mystically with the once meaningless sounds. Yea, all things were from Him who created light and darkness, good and evil; she felt her cares falling from her, her soul absorbing itself in the sense of a Divine Love, awful, profound, immeasurable, underlying54 and transcending55 all things, incomprehensibly satisfying the soul and justifying56 and explaining the universe. The infinite fret57 and fume58 of life seemed like the petulance59 of an infant in the presence of this restful tenderness diffused60 through the great spaces. How holy the stars seemed up there in the quiet sky, like so many Sabbath lights shedding visible consecration61 and blessing62!
Yes, she would go back to her loved ones, back from this dainty room, with its white laces and perfumed draperies, back if need be to a Ghetto garret. And in the ecstasy63 of her abandonment of all worldly things, a great peace fell upon her soul.
In the morning the nostalgia64 of the Ghetto was still upon her, blent with a passion of martyrdom that made her yearn34 for a lower social depth than was really necessary. But the more human aspects of the situation were paramount65 in the gray chillness of a bleak66 May dawn. Her resolution to cross the Atlantic forthwith seemed a little hasty, and though she did not flinch67 from it, she was not sorry to remember that she had not money enough for the journey. She must perforce stay in London till she had earned it; meantime she would go back to the districts and the people she knew so well, and accustom68 herself again to the old ways, the old simplicities69 of existence.
She dressed herself in her plainest apparel, though she could not help her spring bonnet70 being pretty. She hesitated between a hat and a bonnet, but decided71 that her solitary72 position demanded as womanly an appearance as possible. Do what she would, she could not prevent herself looking exquisitely73 refined, and the excitement of adventure had lent that touch of color to her face which made it fascinating. About seven o'clock she left her room noiselessly and descended74 the stairs cautiously, holding her little black bag in her hand.
"Och, be the holy mother, Miss Esther, phwat a turn you gave me," said Mary O'Reilly, emerging unexpectedly from the dining-room and meeting her at the foot of the stairs. "Phwat's the matther?"
"I'm going out, Mary," she said, her heart beating violently.
"Sure an' it's rale purty ye look, Miss Esther; but it's divil a bit the marnin' for a walk, it looks a raw kind of a day, as if the weather was sorry for bein' so bright yisterday."
"Oh, but I must go, Mary."
"Ah, the saints bliss75 your kind heart!" said Mary, catching76 sight of the bag. "Sure, then, it's a charity irrand you're bent77 on. I mind me how my blissed old masther, Mr. Goldsmith's father, _Olov Hasholom_, who's gone to glory, used to walk to _Shool_ in all winds and weathers; sometimes it was five o'clock of a winter's marnin' and I used to get up and make him an iligant cup of coffee before he wint to _Selichoth_; he niver would take milk and sugar in it, becaz that would be atin' belike, poor dear old ginthleman. Ah the Holy Vargin be kind to him!"
"And may she be kind to you, Mary," said Esther. And she impulsively78 pressed her lips to the old woman's seamed and wrinkled cheek, to the astonishment79 of the guardian80 of Judaism. Virtue81 was its own reward, for Esther profited by the moment of the loquacious82 creature's breathlessness to escape. She opened the hall door and passed into the silent streets, whose cold pavements seemed to reflect the bleak stony83 tints84 of the sky.
For the first few minutes she walked hastily, almost at a run. Then her pace slackened; she told herself there was no hurry, and she shook her head when a cabman interrogated85 her. The omnibuses were not running yet. When they commenced, she would take one to Whitechapel. The signs of awakening86 labor87 stirred her with new emotions; the early milkman with his cans, casual artisans with their tools, a grimy sweep, a work-girl with a paper lunch-package, an apprentice88 whistling. Great sleeping houses lined her path like gorged89 monsters drowsing voluptuously90. The world she was leaving behind her grew alien and repulsive91, her heart went out to the patient world of toil14. What had she been doing all these years, amid her books and her music and her rose-leaves, aloof92 from realities?
The first 'bus overtook her half-way and bore her back to the Ghetto.
* * * * *
The Ghetto was all astir, for it was half-past eight of a work-a-day morning. But Esther had not walked a hundred yards before her breast was heavy with inauspicious emotions. The well-known street she had entered was strangely broadened. Instead of the dirty picturesque93 houses rose an appalling94 series of artisans' dwellings95, monotonous brick barracks, whose dead, dull prose weighed upon the spirits. But, as in revenge, other streets, unaltered, seemed incredibly narrow. Was it possible it could have taken even her childish feet six strides to cross them, as she plainly remembered? And they seemed so unspeakably sordid96 and squalid. Could she ever really have walked them with light heart, unconscious of the ugliness? Did the gray atmosphere that overhung them ever lift, or was it their natural and appropriate mantle97? Surely the sun could never shine upon these slimy pavements, kissing them to warmth and life.
Great magic shops where all things were to be had; peppermints98 and cotton, china-faced dolls and lemons, had dwindled99 into the front windows of tiny private dwelling-houses; the black-wigged crones, the greasy100 shambling men, were uglier and greasier101 than she had ever conceived them. They seemed caricatures of humanity; scarecrows in battered102 hats or draggled skirts. But gradually, as the scene grew upon her, she perceived that in spite of the "model dwellings" builder, it was essentially103 unchanged. No vestige104 of improvement had come over Wentworth Street: the narrow noisy market street, where serried105 barrows flanked the reeking106 roadway exactly as of old, and where Esther trod on mud and refuse and babies. Babies! They were everywhere; at the breasts of unwashed women, on the knees of grandfathers smoking pipes, playing under the barrows, sprawling107 in the gutters108 and the alleys109. All the babies' faces were sickly and dirty with pathetic, childish prettinesses asserting themselves against the neglect and the sallowness. One female mite110 in a dingy111 tattered112 frock sat in an orange-box, surveying the bustling113 scene with a preternaturally grave expression, and realizing literally114 Esther's early conception of the theatre. There was a sense of blankness in the wanderer's heart, of unfamiliarity115 in the midst of familiarity. What had she in common with all this mean wretchedness, with this semi-barbarous breed of beings? The more she looked, the more her heart sank. There was no flaunting116 vice117, no rowdiness, no drunkenness, only the squalor of an oriental city without its quaintness118 and color. She studied the posters and the shop-windows, and caught old snatches of gossip from the groups in the butchers' shops--all seemed as of yore. And yet here and there the hand of Time had traced new inscriptions119. For Baruch Emanuel the hand of Time had written a new placard. It was a mixture of German, bad English and Cockneyese, phonetically120 spelt in Hebrew letters:
Mens Solen Und Eelen, 2/6
Lydies Deeto, 1/6
Kindersche Deeto, 1/6
Hier wird gemacht
Fur Trebbelers
Zu De Billigsten Preissen.
Baruch Emanuel had prospered122 since the days when he wanted "lasters and riveters" without being able to afford them. He no longer gratuitously123 advertised _Mordecai Schwartz_ in envious124 emulation125, for he had several establishments and owned five two-story houses, and was treasurer126 of his little synagogue, and spoke127 of Socialists128 as an inferior variety of Atheists. Not that all this bourgeoning was to be counted to leather, for Baruch had developed enterprises in all directions, having all the versatility129 of Moses Ansell without his catholic capacity for failure.
The hand of Time had also constructed a "working-men's Metropole" almost opposite Baruch Emanuel's shop, and papered its outside walls with moral pictorial130 posters, headed, "Where have you been to, Thomas Brown?" "Mike and his moke," and so on. Here, single-bedded cabins could be had as low as fourpence a night. From the journals in a tobacconist's window Esther gathered that the reading-public had increased, for there were importations from New York, both in jargon131 and in pure Hebrew, and from a large poster in Yiddish and English, announcing a public meeting, she learned of the existence of an off-shoot of the Holy Land League--"The Flowers of Zion Society--established by East-End youths for the study of Hebrew and the propagation of the Jewish National Idea." Side by side with this, as if in ironic132 illustration of the other side of the life of the Ghetto, was a seeming royal proclamation headed V.R., informing the public that by order of the Secretary of State for War a sale of wrought-and cast-iron, zinc133, canvas, tools and leather would take place at the Royal Arsenal134, Woolwich.
As she wandered on, the great school-bell began to ring; involuntarily, she quickened her step and joined the chattering135 children's procession. She could have fancied the last ten years a dream. Were they, indeed, other children, or were they not the same that jostled her when she picked her way through this very slush in her clumsy masculine boots? Surely those little girls in lilac print frocks were her classmates! It was hard to realize that Time's wheel had been whirling on, fashioning her to a woman; that, while she had been living and learning and seeing the manners of men and cities, the Ghetto, unaffected by her experiences, had gone on in the same narrow rut. A new generation of children had arisen to suffer and sport in room of the old, and that was all. The thought overwhelmed her, gave her a new and poignant136 sense of brute137, blind forces; she seemed to catch in this familiar scene of childhood the secret of the gray atmosphere of her spirit, it was here she had, all insensibly, absorbed those heavy vapors138 that formed the background of her being, a permanent sombre canvas behind all the iridescent139 colors of joyous140 emotion. _What_ had she in common with all this mean wretchedness? Why, everything. This it was with which her soul had intangible affinities141, not the glory of sun and sea and forest, "the palms and temples of the South."
The heavy vibrations142 of the bell ceased; the street cleared; Esther turned back and walked instinctively143 homewards--to Royal Street. Her soul was full of the sense of the futility145 of life; yet the sight of the great shabby house could still give her a chill. Outside the door a wizened146 old woman with a chronic147 sniff148 had established a stall for wizened old apples, but Esther passed her by heedless of her stare, and ascended149 the two miry steps that led to the mud-carpeted passage.
The apple-woman took her for a philanthropist paying a surprise visit to one of the families of the house, and resented her as a spy. She was discussing the meanness of the thing with the pickled-herring dealer150 next door, while Esther was mounting the dark stairs with the confidence of old habit. She was making automatically for the garret, like a somnambulist, with no definite object--morbidly drawn151 towards the old home. The unchanging musty smells that clung to the staircase flew to greet her nostrils152, and at once a host of sleeping memories started to life, besieging153 her and pressing upon her on every side. After a tumultuous intolerable moment a childish figure seemed to break from the gloom ahead--the figure of a little girl with a grave face and candid154 eyes, a dutiful, obedient shabby little girl, so anxious to please her schoolmistress, so full of craving155 to learn and to be good, and to be loved by God, so audaciously ambitious of becoming a teacher, and so confident of being a good Jewess always. Satchel156 in hand, the little girl sped up the stairs swiftly, despite her cumbrous, slatternly boots, and Esther, holding her bag, followed her more slowly, as if she feared to contaminate her by the touch of one so weary-worldly-wise, so full of revolt and despair.
All at once Esther sidled timidly towards the balustrade, with an instinctive144 movement, holding her bag out protectingly. The figure vanished, and Esther awoke to the knowledge that "Bobby" was not at his post. Then with a flash came the recollection of Bobby's mistress--the pale, unfortunate young seamstress she had so unconscionably neglected. She wondered if she were alive or dead. A waft157 of sickly odors surged from below; Esther felt a deadly faintness coming over her; she had walked far, and nothing had yet passed her lips since yesterday's dinner, and at this moment, too, an overwhelming terrifying feeling of loneliness pressed like an icy hand upon her heart. She felt that in another instant she must swoon, there, upon the foul158 landing. She sank against the door, beating passionately159 at the panels. It was opened from within; she had just strength enough to clutch the door-post so as not to fall. A thin, careworn160 woman swam uncertainly before her eyes. Esther could not recognize her, but the plain iron bed, almost corresponding in area with that of the room, was as of old, and so was the little round table with a tea-pot and a cup and saucer, and half a loaf standing161 out amid a litter of sewing, as if the owner had been interrupted in the middle of breakfast. Stay--what was that journal resting against the half-loaf as for perusal162 during the meal? Was it not the _London Journal_? Again she looked, but with more confidence, at the woman's face. A wave of curiosity, of astonishment at the stylishly163 dressed visitor, passed over it, but in the curves of the mouth, in the movement of the eyebrows164, Esther renewed indescribably subtle memories.
"Debby!" she cried hysterically165. A great flood of joy swamped her soul. She was not alone in the world, after all! Dutch Debby uttered a little startled scream. "I've come back, Debby, I've come back," and the next moment the brilliant girl-graduate fell fainting into the seamstress's arms.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
seething
|
|
| 沸腾的，火热的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
retired
|
|
| adj.隐退的，退休的，退役的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
dependence
|
|
| n.依靠，依赖；信任，信赖；隶属 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
disapprove
|
|
| v.不赞成，不同意，不批准 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
vehemently
|
|
| adv. 热烈地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
temperament
|
|
| n.气质，性格，性情 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
fetter
|
|
| n./vt.脚镣，束缚 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
gratitude
|
|
| adj.感激，感谢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
generosity
|
|
| n.大度，慷慨，慷慨的行为 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
incessant
|
|
| adj.不停的，连续的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
humble
|
|
| adj.谦卑的，恭顺的；地位低下的；v.降低，贬低 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
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： |
|
|
|
|
13
admiration
|
|
| n.钦佩，赞美，羡慕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
toil
|
|
| vi.辛劳工作，艰难地行动；n.苦工，难事 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
adolescence
|
|
| n.青春期，青少年 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
determined
|
|
| adj.坚定的；有决心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
communal
|
|
| adj.公有的，公共的，公社的，公社制的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
meditated
|
|
| 深思，沉思，冥想( meditate的过去式和过去分词 )； 内心策划，考虑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
puny
|
|
| adj.微不足道的，弱小的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
pretensions
|
|
| 自称( pretension的名词复数 )； 自命不凡； 要求； 权力 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
cozen
|
|
| v.欺骗，哄骗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
pawnbrokers
|
|
| n.当铺老板( pawnbroker的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
Flared
|
|
| adj. 端部张开的, 爆发的, 加宽的, 漏斗式的 动词flare的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
remorse
|
|
| n.痛恨，悔恨，自责 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
scorching
|
|
| adj. 灼热的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
blisters
|
|
| n.水疱( blister的名词复数 )；水肿；气泡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
feverish
|
|
| adj.发烧的，狂热的，兴奋的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
fragrance
|
|
| n.芬芳，香味，香气 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
quaint
|
|
| adj.古雅的，离奇有趣的，奇怪的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
infinitely
|
|
| adv.无限地，无穷地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
crumpled
|
|
| adj. 弯扭的, 变皱的 动词crumple的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
alas
|
|
| int.唉(表示悲伤、忧愁、恐惧等) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
crouched
|
|
| v.屈膝，蹲伏( crouch的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
yearn
|
|
| v.想念；怀念；渴望 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
passionate
|
|
| adj.热情的，热烈的，激昂的，易动情的，易怒的，性情暴躁的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
aspiration
|
|
| n.志向，志趣抱负；渴望；(语)送气音；吸出 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
arcades
|
|
| n.商场( arcade的名词复数 )；拱形走道（两旁有商店或娱乐设施）；连拱廊；拱形建筑物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
arid
|
|
| adj.干旱的；(土地)贫瘠的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
ghetto
|
|
| n.少数民族聚居区，贫民区 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
dread
|
|
| vt.担忧，忧虑；惧怕，不敢；n.担忧，畏惧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
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： |
|
|
|
|
42
rapture
|
|
| n.狂喜；全神贯注；着迷；v.使狂喜 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
colossal
|
|
| adj.异常的，庞大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
wrangling
|
|
| v.争吵，争论，口角( wrangle的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
deserted
|
|
| adj.荒芜的，荒废的，无人的，被遗弃的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
obstinate
|
|
| adj.顽固的，倔强的，不易屈服的，较难治愈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
perversely
|
|
| adv. 倔强地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
naive
|
|
| adj.幼稚的，轻信的；天真的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
devout
|
|
| adj.虔诚的，虔敬的，衷心的 (n.devoutness) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
glorified
|
|
| 美其名的，变荣耀的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
primitive
|
|
| adj.原始的；简单的；n.原(始)人，原始事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
monotonous
|
|
| adj.单调的，一成不变的，使人厌倦的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
cadence
|
|
| n.（说话声调的）抑扬顿挫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
underlying
|
|
| adj.在下面的，含蓄的，潜在的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
transcending
|
|
| 超出或超越（经验、信念、描写能力等）的范围( transcend的现在分词 )； 优于或胜过… | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
justifying
|
|
| 证明…有理( justify的现在分词 )； 为…辩护； 对…作出解释； 为…辩解（或辩护） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
fret
|
|
| v.(使)烦恼；(使)焦急；(使)腐蚀，(使)磨损 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
fume
|
|
| n.(usu pl.)(浓烈或难闻的)烟，气，汽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
petulance
|
|
| n.发脾气，生气，易怒，暴躁，性急 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
diffused
|
|
| 散布的，普及的，扩散的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
consecration
|
|
| n.供献，奉献，献祭仪式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
blessing
|
|
| n.祈神赐福；祷告；祝福，祝愿 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
ecstasy
|
|
| n.狂喜，心醉神怡，入迷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
nostalgia
|
|
| n.怀乡病，留恋过去，怀旧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
paramount
|
|
| a.最重要的，最高权力的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
bleak
|
|
| adj.(天气)阴冷的；凄凉的；暗淡的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
flinch
|
|
| v.畏缩，退缩 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
accustom
|
|
| vt.使适应，使习惯 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
simplicities
|
|
| n.简单，朴素，率直( simplicity的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
bonnet
|
|
| n.无边女帽；童帽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
decided
|
|
| adj.决定了的，坚决的；明显的，明确的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
solitary
|
|
| adj.孤独的，独立的，荒凉的；n.隐士 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
exquisitely
|
|
| adv.精致地；强烈地；剧烈地；异常地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
descended
|
|
| a.为...后裔的，出身于...的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
bliss
|
|
| n.狂喜，福佑，天赐的福 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
catching
|
|
| adj.易传染的，有魅力的，迷人的，接住 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
impulsively
|
|
| adv.冲动地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
astonishment
|
|
| n.惊奇，惊异 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
guardian
|
|
| n.监护人；守卫者，保护者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
virtue
|
|
| n.德行，美德；贞操；优点；功效，效力 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
loquacious
|
|
| adj.多嘴的，饶舌的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
stony
|
|
| adj.石头的，多石头的，冷酷的，无情的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
tints
|
|
| 色彩( tint的名词复数 )； 带白的颜色； （淡色）染发剂； 痕迹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
interrogated
|
|
| v.询问( interrogate的过去式和过去分词 )；审问；（在计算机或其他机器上）查询 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
awakening
|
|
| n.觉醒，醒悟 adj.觉醒中的；唤醒的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
labor
|
|
| n.劳动，努力，工作，劳工；分娩；vi.劳动，努力，苦干；vt.详细分析；麻烦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
apprentice
|
|
| n.学徒，徒弟 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
gorged
|
|
| v.（用食物把自己）塞饱，填饱( gorge的过去式和过去分词 )；作呕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
voluptuously
|
|
| adv.风骚地，体态丰满地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
repulsive
|
|
| adj.排斥的，使人反感的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
aloof
|
|
| adj.远离的；冷淡的，漠不关心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
93
picturesque
|
|
| adj.美丽如画的，（语言）生动的，绘声绘色的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
94
appalling
|
|
| adj.骇人听闻的，令人震惊的，可怕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
95
dwellings
|
|
| n.住处，处所( dwelling的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
96
sordid
|
|
| adj.肮脏的，不干净的，卑鄙的，暗淡的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
97
mantle
|
|
| n.斗篷，覆罩之物，罩子；v.罩住，覆盖，脸红 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
98
peppermints
|
|
| n.薄荷( peppermint的名词复数 )；薄荷糖 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
99
dwindled
|
|
| v.逐渐变少或变小( dwindle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
100
greasy
|
|
| adj. 多脂的，油脂的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
101
greasier
|
|
| adj.脂肪的( greasy的比较级 )；（人或其行为）圆滑的；油腻的；（指人、举止）谄媚的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
102
battered
|
|
| adj.磨损的；v.连续猛击；磨损 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
103
essentially
|
|
| adv.本质上，实质上，基本上 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
104
vestige
|
|
| n.痕迹，遗迹，残余 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
105
serried
|
|
| adj.拥挤的；密集的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
106
reeking
|
|
| v.发出浓烈的臭气( reek的现在分词 )；散发臭气；发出难闻的气味 (of sth)；明显带有（令人不快或生疑的跡象） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
107
sprawling
|
|
| adj.蔓生的，不规则地伸展的v.伸开四肢坐[躺]( sprawl的现在分词 )；蔓延；杂乱无序地拓展；四肢伸展坐着（或躺着） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
108
gutters
|
|
| （路边）排水沟( gutter的名词复数 )； 阴沟； （屋顶的）天沟； 贫贱的境地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
109
alleys
|
|
| 胡同，小巷( alley的名词复数 )； 小径 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
110
mite
|
|
| n.极小的东西；小铜币 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
111
dingy
|
|
| adj.昏暗的，肮脏的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
112
tattered
|
|
| adj.破旧的，衣衫破的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
113
bustling
|
|
| adj.喧闹的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
114
literally
|
|
| adv.照字面意义，逐字地；确实 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
115
unfamiliarity
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
116
flaunting
|
|
| adj.招摇的，扬扬得意的，夸耀的v.炫耀，夸耀( flaunt的现在分词 )；有什么能耐就施展出来 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
117
vice
|
|
| n.坏事；恶习；[pl.]台钳，老虎钳；adj.副的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
118
quaintness
|
|
| n.离奇有趣，古怪的事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
119
inscriptions
|
|
| （作者）题词( inscription的名词复数 )； 献词； 碑文； 证劵持有人的登记 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
120
phonetically
|
|
| 按照发音地，语音学上 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
121
sleepers
|
|
| n.卧铺（通常以复数形式出现）；卧车( sleeper的名词复数 )；轨枕；睡觉（呈某种状态）的人；小耳环 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
122
prospered
|
|
| 成功，兴旺( prosper的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
123
gratuitously
|
|
| 平白 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
124
envious
|
|
| adj.嫉妒的，羡慕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
125
emulation
|
|
| n.竞争；仿效 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
126
treasurer
|
|
| n.司库，财务主管 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
127
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： |
|
|
|
|
128
socialists
|
|
| 社会主义者( socialist的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
129
versatility
|
|
| n.多才多艺，多样性，多功能 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
130
pictorial
|
|
| adj.绘画的；图片的；n．画报 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
131
jargon
|
|
| n.术语，行话 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
132
ironic
|
|
| adj.讽刺的，有讽刺意味的，出乎意料的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
133
zinc
|
|
| n.锌；vt.在...上镀锌 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
134
arsenal
|
|
| n.兵工厂，军械库 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
135
chattering
|
|
| n. （机器振动发出的）咔嗒声，(鸟等)鸣，啁啾 adj. 喋喋不休的，啾啾声的 动词chatter的现在分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
136
poignant
|
|
| adj.令人痛苦的，辛酸的，惨痛的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
137
brute
|
|
| n.野兽，兽性 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
138
vapors
|
|
| n.水汽，水蒸气，无实质之物( vapor的名词复数 )；自夸者；幻想 [药]吸入剂 [古]忧郁（症）v.自夸，（使）蒸发( vapor的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
139
iridescent
|
|
| adj.彩虹色的，闪色的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
140
joyous
|
|
| adj.充满快乐的；令人高兴的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
141
affinities
|
|
| n.密切关系( affinity的名词复数 )；亲近；（生性）喜爱；类同 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
142
vibrations
|
|
| n.摆动( vibration的名词复数 )；震动；感受；（偏离平衡位置的）一次性往复振动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
143
instinctively
|
|
| adv.本能地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
144
instinctive
|
|
| adj.(出于)本能的；直觉的；(出于)天性的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
145
futility
|
|
| n.无用 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
146
wizened
|
|
| adj.凋谢的；枯槁的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
147
chronic
|
|
| adj.(疾病)长期未愈的，慢性的；极坏的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
148
sniff
|
|
| vi.嗅…味道；抽鼻涕；对嗤之以鼻，蔑视 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
149
ascended
|
|
| v.上升，攀登( ascend的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
150
dealer
|
|
| n.商人，贩子 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
151
drawn
|
|
| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
152
nostrils
|
|
| 鼻孔( nostril的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
153
besieging
|
|
| 包围，围困，围攻( besiege的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
154
candid
|
|
| adj.公正的，正直的；坦率的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
155
craving
|
|
| n.渴望,热望 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
156
satchel
|
|
| n.(皮或帆布的)书包 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
157
waft
|
|
| v.飘浮，飘荡；n.一股；一阵微风；飘荡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
158
foul
|
|
| adj.污秽的；邪恶的；v.弄脏；妨害；犯规；n.犯规 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
159
passionately
|
|
| ad.热烈地，激烈地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
160
careworn
|
|
| adj.疲倦的，饱经忧患的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
161
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
162
perusal
|
|
| n.细读，熟读；目测 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
163
stylishly
|
|
| adv.时髦地，新式地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
164
eyebrows
|
|
| 眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
165
hysterically
|
|
| ad. 歇斯底里地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |