The amiable1 partner of Mr. Stevens sat in high dudgeon, at being so long restrained from her favourite beverage2 by the unusually deferred3 absence of her husband. At length she was rejoiced by hearing his well-known step as he came through the garden, and the rattle4 of his latch-key as he opened the door was quite musical in her ears.
"I thought you was never coming," said she, querulously, as he entered the room; "I have been waiting tea until I am almost starved."
"You needn't have waited a moment, for you will be obliged to eat alone after all; I'm going out. Pour me out a cup of tea—I'll drink it whilst I'm dressing6; and," continued Mr. Stevens, "I want you to get me that old brown over-coat and those striped trowsers I used to wear occasionally."
"Why, you told me," rejoined Mrs. Stevens, "that you did not require them again, and so I exchanged them for this pair of vases to-day."
"The devil you did!" said Mr. Stevens, angrily; "you let them lie about the house for nearly a year—and now, just as they were likely to be of some service to me, you've sold them. It's just like you—always doing something at the wrong time."
"How on earth, Stevens, was I to know you wanted them?"
"Well, there, Jule, they're gone; don't let's have any more talk about it. Get me another cup of tea; I must go out immediately." After hastily swallowing the second cup, Mr. Stevens left his home, and walked to an omnibus-station, from whence he was quickly transported to a street in the lower part of the city, in which were a number of second-hand8 clothing stores. These places were supported principally by the country people who attended the market in the same street, and who fancied that the clothing they purchased at these shops must be cheap, because it was at second-hand.
Mr. Stevens stopped at the door of one of these establishments, and paused to take a slight survey of the premises9 before entering. The doorway10 was hung with coats of every fashion of the last twenty years, and all in various stages of decay. Some of them looked quite respectable, from much cleaning and patching; and others presented a reckless and forlorn aspect, as their worn and ragged11 sleeves swung about in the evening air. Old hats, some of which were, in all probability, worn at a period anterior12 to the Revolution, kept company with the well-blacked shoes that were ranged on shelves beside the doorway, where they served in the capacity of signs, and fairly indicated the style of goods to be purchased within.
Seeing that there were no buyers in the store, Mr. Stevens opened the door, and entered. The sounds of his footsteps drew from behind the counter no less a personage than our redoubtable13 friend Kinch, who, in the absence of his father, was presiding over the establishment.
"Well, Snowball," said Mr. Stevens, "do you keep this curiosity-shop?"
"My name is not Snowball, and this ain't a curiosity-shop," replied Kinch.
"Do you want to buy anything?"
"I believe I do," answered Mr. Stevens. "Let me look at some coats—one that I can get on—I won't say fit me, I'm indifferent about that—let me see some of the worst you've got."
Kinch looked surprised at this request from a gentleman of Mr. Stevens's appearance, and handed out, quite mechanically, a coat that was but slightly worn. "Oh, that won't do—I want something like this," said Mr. Stevens, taking down from a peg14 a very dilapidated coat, of drab colour, and peculiar15 cut. What do you ask for this?"
"That's not fit for, a gentleman like you, sir," said Kinch.
"I'm the best judge of that matter," rejoined Mr. Stevens. "What is the price of it?"
"Oh, that coat you can have for a dollar," replied Kinch.
"Then I'll take it. Now hand out some trowsers."
The trowsers were brought; and from a large number Mr. Stevens selected a pair that suited him. Then adding an old hat to his list of purchases, he declared his fit-out complete.
"Can't you accommodate me with some place where I can put these on?" he asked of Kinch; "I'm going to have a little sport with some friends of mine, and I want to wear them."
Kinch led the way into a back room, where he assisted Mr. Stevens to array himself in his newly-purchased garments. By the change in his attire16 he seemed completely robbed of all appearance of respectability; the most disagreeable points of his physique seemed to be brought more prominently forward by the habiliments he had assumed, they being quite in harmony with his villanous countenance17.
Kinch, who looked at him with wonder, was forced to remark, "Why, you don't look a bit like a gentleman now, sir."
Mr. Stevens stepped forward, and surveyed himself in the looking-glass. The transformation18 was complete—surprising even to himself. "I never knew before," said he, mentally, "how far a suit of clothes goes towards giving one the appearance of a gentleman."
He now emptied the pockets of the suit he had on;—in so doing, he dropped upon the floor, without observing it, one of the papers.
"Fold these up," said he, handing to Kinch the suit he had just taken off, "and to-morrow bring them to this address." As he spoke19, he laid his card upon the counter, and, after paying for his new purchases, walked out of the shop, and bent20 his steps in the direction of Whitticar's tavern21.
On arriving there, he found the bar-room crowded with half-drunken men, the majority of whom were Irishmen, armed with bludgeons of all sizes and shapes. His appearance amongst them excited but little attention, and he remained there some time before he was recognized by the master of the establishment.
"Hist!" cried Mr. Stevens, putting his fingers to his lips; "I thought it was best to see how matters were progressing, so I've run down for a little while. How are you getting on?"
"Fine, fine, squire," replied Whitticar; "the boys are ripe for anything.
They talk of burning down a nigger church."
"Not to-night—they must not do such a thing to-night—we are not ready for that yet. I've made out a little list—some of the places on it they might have a dash at to-night, just to keep their hands in." As Mr. Stevens spoke, he fumbled23 in his pocket for the list in question, and was quite surprised to be unable to discover it.
"Can't you find it, squire?" asked Whitticar.
"I must have lost; it on the way," replied Mr. Stevens. "I am sure I put it in this pocket," and he made another search. "No use—I'll have to give it up," said he, at length; "but where is McCloskey? I haven't seen him since I came in."
"He came here this afternoon, very far gone; he had been crooking24 his elbow pretty frequently, and was so very drunk that I advised him to go home and go to bed; so he took another dram and went away, and I haven't seen him since."
"That's bad, very bad—everything goes wrong this evening—I wanted him to-night particularly." "Wouldn't the boys go out with you?" suggested Whitticar.
"No, no; that wouldn't do at all. I mustn't appear in these things. If I'm hauled up for participation25, who is to be your lawyer—eh?"
"True for you," rejoined Whitticar; "and I'll just disperse26 the crowd as soon as I can, and there will be one peaceable night in the district at any rate."
Not liking27 to give directions to the mob personally, and his useful coadjutor McCloskey not being at hand, Mr. Stevens came to the conclusion he would return to his home, and on the next evening a descent should be made upon the places marked on the list.
Taking out his watch, he found it would be too late to return to the store where he had purchased his present adornments, so he determined28 to start for home.
The coat that temporarily adorned29 the person of Mr. Stevens was of peculiar cut and colour—it was, in fact, rather in the rowdy style, and had, in its pristine30 state, bedecked the person of a member of a notorious fire company. These gentry31 had for a long time been the terror of the district in which they roamed, and had rendered themselves highly obnoxious32 to some of the rival factions34 on the borders of their own territory; they had the unpleasant habit of pitching into and maltreating, without the slightest provocation35, any one whom their practised eyes discovered to be a rival; and by such outrages36 they had excited in the bosoms37 of their victims a desire for revenge that only awaited the occasion to manifest itself.
Mr. Stevens, in happy unconsciousness, that, owing to his habiliments, he represented one of the well-known and hated faction33, walked on quite leisurely38; but, unfortunately for him, his way home lay directly through the camp of their bitterest and most active enemies.
Standing39 in front of a tavern-window, through which a bright light shone, were a group of young men, who bestowed40 upon Mr. Stevens more than passing attention. "I'm blest," exclaimed one of them, if there ain't a ranger41! now that it a saucy42 piece of business, ain't it! That fellow has come up here to be able to go back and play brag-game."
"Let's wallop him, then," suggested another, "and teach him better than to come parading himself in our parts. I owe 'em something for the way they served me when I was down in their district."
"Well, come on," said the first speaker, "or he will get away whilst we are jawing43 about what we shall do."
Advancing to Mr. Stevens, he tapped that gentleman on the shoulder, and said, with mock civility, and in as bland44 a tone as he could assume, "It's really very obliging of you, mister, to come up here to be flogged—saves us the trouble of coming down to you. We would like to settle with you for that drubbing you gave one of our boys last week."
"You must be mistaken," replied Mr. Stevens: "I don't know anything of the affair to which you allude45."
"You don't, eh! Well, take that, then, to freshen your memory," exclaimed one of the party, at the same time dealing46 him a heavy blow on the cheek, which made the lamplights around appear to dance about in the most fantastic style.
The first impulse of Mr. Stevens was to cry out for the watchman; but a moment's reflection suggested the impolicy of that project, as he would inevitably47 be arrested with the rest; and to be brought before a magistrate48 in his present guise49, would have entailed50 upon him very embarrassing explanations; he therefore thought it best to beg off—to throw himself, as it were, upon their sympathies.
"Stop, gentlemen—stop—for God's sake, stop," he cried, as soon as he could regain51 the breath that had been almost knocked out of him by the tremendous blow he had just received—"don't kill an innocent man; upon my honour I never saw you before, nor ever assaulted any of you in my life. My dear friends," he continued, in a dolorous52 tone, "please let me go—you are quite mistaken: I assure you I am not the man." "No, we ain't mistaken, either: you're one of the rangers53; I know you by your coat," replied one of the assaulters.
It now flashed upon Mr. Stevens that he had brought himself into these difficulties, by the assumption of the dress he then wore; he therefore quickly rejoined—"Oh, it is not my coat—I only put it on for a joke!"
"That's a likely tale," responded one of the party, who looked very incredulous; "I don't believe a word of it. That's some darned stuff you've trumped54 up, thinking to gammon us—it won't go down; we'll just give you a walloping, if it's only to teach you to wear your own clothes,"—and suiting the action to the word, he commenced pommelling him unmercifully.
"Help! help!" screamed Mr. Stevens. "Don't kill me, gentlemen,—don't kill me!"
"Oh! we won't kill you—we'll only come as near it as we can, without quite finishing you," cried one of his relentless55 tormenters.
On hearing this, their victim made a frantic56 effort to break away, and not succeeding in it, he commenced yelling at the top of his voice. As is usual in such cases, the watchman was nowhere to be seen; and his cries only exasperated57 his persecutors the more.
"Hit him in the bread-crusher, and stop his noise," suggested one of the party farthest off from Mr. Stevens. This piece of advice was carried into immediate7 effect, and the unfortunate wearer of the obnoxious coat received a heavy blow in the mouth, which cut his lips and knocked out one of his front teeth.
His cries now became so loud as to render it necessary to gag him, which was done by one of the party in the most thorough and expeditious58 manner. They then dragged him into a wheelwright's shop near by, where they obtained some tar5, with which they coated his face completely.
"Oh! don't he look like a nigger!" said one of the party, when they had finished embellishing59 their victim.
"Rub some on his hands, and then let him go," suggested another. "When he gets home I guess he'll surprise his mammy: I don't believe his own dog will know him!"
A shout of laughter followed this remark, in the midst of which they ungagged Mr. Stevens and turned him from the door.
"Now run for it—cut the quickest kind of time," exclaimed one of them, as he gave him a kick to add impetus60 to his forward movement.
This aid was, however, entirely61 unnecessary, for Mr. Stevens shot away from the premises like an arrow from a bow; and that, too, without any observation upon the direction in which he was going.
As soon as he felt himself out of the reach of his tormentors, he sat down upon the steps of a mansion62, to consider what was best to be done. All the shops, and even the taverns63, were closed—not a place was open where he could procure64 the least assistance; he had not even an acquaintance in the neighbourhood to whom he might apply.
He was, indeed, a pitiable object to look upon The hat he had so recently purchased, bad as it was when it came into his possession, was now infinitely65 less presentable. In the severe trials it had undergone, in company with its unfortunate owner, it had lost its tip and half the brim. The countenance beneath it would, however, have absorbed the gazer's whole attention. His lips were swelled66 to a size that would have been regarded as large even on the face of a Congo negro, and one eye was puffed67 out to an alarming extent; whilst the coating of tar he had received rendered him such an object as the reader can but faintly picture to himself.
The door of the mansion was suddenly opened, and there issued forth68 a party of young men, evidently in an advanced state of intoxication69. "Hallo! here's a darkey!" exclaimed one of them, as the light from the hall fell upon the upturned face of Mr. Stevens. "Ha, ha! Here's a darkey—now for some fun!"
Mr. Stevens was immediately surrounded by half a dozen well-dressed young men, who had evidently been enjoying an entertainment not conducted upon temperance principles. "Spirit of—hic—hic—night, whence co-co-comest thou?" stammered70 one; "sp-p-peak—art thou a creature of the mag-mag-na-tion-goblin-damned, or only a nigger?—speak!" Mr. Stevens, who at once recognized one or two of the parties as slight acquaintances, would not open his mouth, for fear that his voice might discover him, as to them, above all persons, he would have shrunk from making himself known, he therefore began to make signs as though he were dumb.
"Let him alone," said one of the more sober of the party; "he's a poor dumb fellow—let him go." His voice was disregarded, however, as the rest seemed bent on having some sport.
A half-hogshead, nearly filled with water, which stood upon the edge of the pavement, for the convenience of the builders who were at work next door, caught the attention of one of them.
"Let's make him jump into this," he exclaimed, at the same time motioning to Mr. Stevens to that effect. By dint71 of great effort they made him understand what was required, and they then continued to make him jump in and out of the hogshead for several minutes; then, joining hands, they danced around him, whilst he stood knee-deep in the water, shivering, and making the most imploring72 motions to be set at liberty.
Whilst they were thus engaged, the door again opened, and the fashionable Mr. Morton (who had been one of the guests) descended73 the steps, and came to see what had been productive of so much mirth.
"What have you got here?" he asked, pressing forward, until he saw the battered74 form of Mr. Stevens; "oh, let the poor darkey go," he continued, compassionately75, for he had just drunk enough to make him feel humane76; "let the poor fellow go, it's a shame to treat him in this manner."
As he spoke, he endeavoured to take from the hands of one of the party a piece of chip, with which he was industriously77 engaged in streaking78 the face of Mr. Stevens with lime, "Let me alone, Morton—let me alone; I'm making a white man of him, I'm going to make him a glorious fellow-citizen, and have him run for Congress. Let me alone, I say."
Mr. Morton was able, however, after some persuasion79, to induce the young men to depart; and as his home lay in a direction opposite to theirs, he said to Mr. Stevens, "Come on, old fellow, I'll protect you."
As soon as they were out of hearing of the others, Mr. Stevens exclaimed,
"Don't you know me, Morton?"
Mr. Morton started back with surprise, and looked at his companion in a bewildered manner, then exclaimed, "No, I'll be hanged if I do. Who the devil are you?"
"I'm Stevens; you know me."
"Indeed I don't. Who's Stevens?"
"You don't know me! why, I'm George Stevens, the lawyer."
Mr. Morton thought that he now recognized the voice, and as they were passing under the lamp at the time, Mr. Stevens said to him, "Put your finger on my face, and you will soon see it is only tar." Mr. Morton did as he was desired, and found his finger smeared80 with the sticky article.
"What on earth have you been doing with yourself?" he asked, with great surprise; "what is all this masquerading for?"
Mr. Stevens hereupon related his visit at Whitticar's, and detailed81 the events that had subsequently occurred.
Mr. Morton gave vent82 to shouts of laughter as he listened to the recital83 of his friend. "By George!" he exclaimed, "I'll have to tell that; it is too good to keep."
"Oh, no, don't," said Mr. Stevens; "that won't do—you forget what I came out for?"
"True," rejoined Mr. Morton; "I suppose it will be best to keep mum about it. I'll go home with you, you might fall into the hands of the Philistines84 again."
"Thank you—thank you," replied Mr. Stevens, who felt greatly relieved to have some company for his further protection; "and," continued he, "if I could only get some of this infernal stuff off my face, I should be so glad; let us try."
Accordingly they stopped at the nearest pump, and endeavoured to remove some of the obnoxious tar from his face; but, unfortunately, the only result obtained by their efforts was to rub it more thoroughly85 in, so they were compelled to give up in despair, and hasten onward86.
Mr. Stevens rang so loudly at the door, as to quite startle his wife and the charity-girl, both of whom had fallen into a sound sleep, as they sat together awaiting his return. Mr. Morton, who, as we have said before, was not entirely sober, was singing a popular melody, and keeping time upon the door with the head of his cane87. Now, in all her life, Mrs. Stevens had never heard her husband utter a note, and being greatly frightened at the unusual noise upon the door-step, held a hurried consultation88 with the charity-girl upon the best mode of proceeding89.
"Call through the key-hole, ma'am," suggested she, which advice Mrs.
Stevens immediately followed, and inquired, "Who's there?"
"Open the door, Jule, don't keep me out here with your darned nonsense; let me in quick."
"Yes, let him in," added Mr. Morton; "he's brought a gentleman from Africa with him."
Mrs. Stevens did not exactly catch the purport90 of the words uttered by Mr. Morton; and, therefore, when she opened the door, and her husband, with his well-blacked face, stalked into the entry, she could not repress a scream of fright at the hideous91 figure he presented.
Mrs. Stevens stared at him in a bewildered manner, and after bidding Mr. Morton "Good night," she closed and locked the door, and followed her husband into the back room. In a short time he recapitulated93 the events of the night to his astonished and indignant spouse94, who greatly commiserated95 his misfortunes. A bottle of sweet oil was brought into requisition, and she made a lengthened96 effort to remove the tar from her husband's face, in which she only partially97 succeeded; and it was almost day when he crawled off to bed, with the skin half scraped off from his swollen98 face.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
amiable
|
|
| adj.和蔼可亲的，友善的，亲切的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
beverage
|
|
| n.(水，酒等之外的)饮料 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
deferred
|
|
| adj.延期的，缓召的v.拖延，延缓，推迟( defer的过去式和过去分词 )；服从某人的意愿，遵从 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
rattle
|
|
| v.飞奔，碰响；激怒；n.碰撞声；拨浪鼓 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
tar
|
|
| n.柏油，焦油；vt.涂或浇柏油/焦油于 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
dressing
|
|
| n.(食物)调料；包扎伤口的用品，敷料 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
immediate
|
|
| adj.立即的；直接的，最接近的；紧靠的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
second-hand
|
|
| adj.用过的，旧的，二手的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
premises
|
|
| n.建筑物，房屋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
doorway
|
|
| n.门口，(喻)入门；门路，途径 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
ragged
|
|
| adj.衣衫褴褛的，粗糙的，刺耳的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
anterior
|
|
| adj.较早的；在前的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
redoubtable
|
|
| adj.可敬的；可怕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
peg
|
|
| n.木栓，木钉；vt.用木钉钉，用短桩固定 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
peculiar
|
|
| adj.古怪的，异常的；特殊的，特有的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
attire
|
|
| v.穿衣，装扮[同]array；n.衣着；盛装 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
countenance
|
|
| n.脸色，面容；面部表情；vt.支持，赞同 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
transformation
|
|
| n.变化；改造；转变 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
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： |
|
|
|
|
20
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
tavern
|
|
| n.小旅馆，客栈；小酒店 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
squire
|
|
| n.护卫, 侍从, 乡绅 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
fumbled
|
|
| （笨拙地）摸索或处理（某事物）( fumble的过去式和过去分词 )； 乱摸，笨拙地弄； 使落下 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
crooking
|
|
| n.弯曲（木材等的缺陷）v.弯成钩形( crook的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
participation
|
|
| n.参与，参加，分享 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
disperse
|
|
| vi.使分散；使消失；vt.分散；驱散 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
liking
|
|
| n.爱好；嗜好；喜欢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
determined
|
|
| adj.坚定的；有决心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
adorned
|
|
| [计]被修饰的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
pristine
|
|
| adj.原来的，古时的，原始的，纯净的，无垢的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
gentry
|
|
| n.绅士阶级，上层阶级 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
obnoxious
|
|
| adj.极恼人的，讨人厌的，可憎的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
faction
|
|
| n.宗派，小集团；派别；派系斗争 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
factions
|
|
| 组织中的小派别，派系( faction的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
provocation
|
|
| n.激怒，刺激，挑拨，挑衅的事物，激怒的原因 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
outrages
|
|
| 引起…的义愤，激怒( outrage的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
bosoms
|
|
| 胸部( bosom的名词复数 )； 胸怀； 女衣胸部（或胸襟）； 和爱护自己的人在一起的情形 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
leisurely
|
|
| adj.悠闲的；从容的，慢慢的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
bestowed
|
|
| 赠给，授予( bestow的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
ranger
|
|
| n.国家公园管理员，护林员；骑兵巡逻队员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
saucy
|
|
| adj.无礼的；俊俏的；活泼的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
jawing
|
|
| n.用水灌注 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
bland
|
|
| adj.淡而无味的，温和的，无刺激性的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
allude
|
|
| v.提及，暗指 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
dealing
|
|
| n.经商方法，待人态度 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
inevitably
|
|
| adv.不可避免地；必然发生地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
magistrate
|
|
| n.地方行政官，地方法官，治安官 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
guise
|
|
| n.外表，伪装的姿态 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
entailed
|
|
| 使…成为必要( entail的过去式和过去分词 )； 需要； 限定继承； 使必需 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
regain
|
|
| vt.重新获得，收复，恢复 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
dolorous
|
|
| adj.悲伤的；忧愁的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
rangers
|
|
| 护林者( ranger的名词复数 )； 突击队员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
trumped
|
|
| v.（牌戏）出王牌赢（一牌或一墩）( trump的过去分词 )；吹号公告，吹号庆祝；吹喇叭；捏造 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
relentless
|
|
| adj.残酷的，不留情的，无怜悯心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
frantic
|
|
| adj.狂乱的，错乱的，激昂的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
exasperated
|
|
| adj.恼怒的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
expeditious
|
|
| adj.迅速的，敏捷的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
embellishing
|
|
| v.美化( embellish的现在分词 )；装饰；修饰；润色 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
impetus
|
|
| n.推动，促进，刺激；推动力 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
entirely
|
|
| ad.全部地，完整地；完全地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
mansion
|
|
| n.大厦，大楼；宅第 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
taverns
|
|
| n.小旅馆，客栈，酒馆( tavern的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
procure
|
|
| vt.获得，取得，促成；vi.拉皮条 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
infinitely
|
|
| adv.无限地，无穷地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
swelled
|
|
| 增强( swell的过去式和过去分词 )； 肿胀； （使）凸出； 充满（激情） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
puffed
|
|
| adj.疏松的v.使喷出( puff的过去式和过去分词 )；喷着汽（或烟）移动；吹嘘；吹捧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
intoxication
|
|
| n.wild excitement;drunkenness；poisoning | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
stammered
|
|
| v.结巴地说出( stammer的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
dint
|
|
| n.由于，靠；凹坑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
imploring
|
|
| 恳求的，哀求的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
descended
|
|
| a.为...后裔的，出身于...的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
battered
|
|
| adj.磨损的；v.连续猛击；磨损 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
compassionately
|
|
| adv.表示怜悯地，有同情心地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
humane
|
|
| adj.人道的，富有同情心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
industriously
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
streaking
|
|
| n.裸奔（指在公共场所裸体飞跑）v.快速移动( streak的现在分词 )；使布满条纹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
persuasion
|
|
| n.劝说；说服；持有某种信仰的宗派 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
smeared
|
|
| 弄脏； 玷污； 涂抹； 擦上 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
detailed
|
|
| adj.详细的，详尽的，极注意细节的，完全的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
vent
|
|
| n.通风口，排放口；开衩；vt.表达，发泄 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
recital
|
|
| n.朗诵，独奏会，独唱会 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
philistines
|
|
| n.市侩，庸人( philistine的名词复数 )；庸夫俗子 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
thoroughly
|
|
| adv.完全地，彻底地，十足地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
onward
|
|
| adj.向前的，前进的；adv.向前，前进，在先 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
cane
|
|
| n.手杖，细长的茎，藤条；v.以杖击，以藤编制的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
consultation
|
|
| n.咨询；商量；商议；会议 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
proceeding
|
|
| n.行动，进行，(pl.)会议录，学报 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
purport
|
|
| n.意义，要旨，大要；v.意味著，做为...要旨，要领是... | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
hideous
|
|
| adj.丑陋的，可憎的，可怕的，恐怖的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
hush
|
|
| int.嘘，别出声；n.沉默，静寂；v.使安静 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
93
recapitulated
|
|
| v.总结，扼要重述( recapitulate的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
94
spouse
|
|
| n.配偶(指夫或妻) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
95
commiserated
|
|
| v.怜悯，同情( commiserate的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
96
lengthened
|
|
| （时间或空间）延长，伸长( lengthen的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
97
partially
|
|
| adv.部分地，从某些方面讲 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
98
swollen
|
|
| adj.肿大的，水涨的；v.使变大，肿胀 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |