Tahmeroo, the Indian girl, was sitting under the pine as Mary Derwent had left her. With the coral but half twisted in her hair, she had paused in her graceful1 task, and sinking gently back to the bank of moss2 which formed her seat reclined on one elbow, with her long tresses unbraided and floating in wavy3 masses over her person. She was yielding to the repose4 of a soft and dreamy reverie—new and very sweet to her wild, young heart—when the sound of voices and the dash of an oar5 aroused her. She started to her feet and listened. The fire flashed back to those large dark eyes but late so pleasant and soft in their expression, and a rich crimson6 rushed to her cheek. The voices ceased for a moment; then were renewed, and the rapid beat of the paddle became still more audible.
Tahmeroo sprang forward and ran up to a point of the hill which commanded a view of the river. The little canoe, with its band of red paint, was making from the shore, and in it sat Jane Derwent, with the head of the deformed8 girl resting in her lap. The back of the oarsman was towards the shore; his head was bent9, and the eyes, the beautiful eyes of Jane Derwent were fixed10 on him with an expression which Tahmeroo’s heart, unlearned as it was, taught her to understand. A storm of surprise, anger and fear rushed through the heart of the young Indian. The oarsman turned his head, and the face was revealed. Then a smile, vivid and bright as a burst of sunshine after a tempest, broke over her features.
34Tahmeroo breathed deeply and turned away. It seemed as if an arrow had been withdrawn11 from her heart by the sight of that face. She hurried down the hill towards a clump12 of black alders13 that overhung the river’s brink14 and unmoored a light canoe hitherto concealed16 beneath the dark foliage17. Placing herself in the bottom, she gave two or three vigorous strokes with the paddle, and shot like a bird up the stream.
As Tahmeroo proceeded up the river the scenery, till then half-pastoral, half-sublime18, became more savage19 and gloomy in its aspect. Huge rocks shot up against the sky in picturesque20 grandeur21; the foliage which clothed them grew dusky in the waning22 light and fell back to the ravines in dark, heavy shadows. A gloom hung about the towering precipices23, and the thick masses of vegetation, like funeral drapery, swathing the pillars and wild arches of a monastic ruin. It was the darkness of a gathering25 tempest. There was something sublime and almost awful in the gradual and silent mustering26 of the elements.
Tahmeroo rested for a moment as she entered the rocky jaws27 of the mountain, and as her frail28 bark rocked to the current of wind which swept down the gorge29 she looked around with a feeling of hushed terror. A mountain, cleft31 in twain to the foundation, towered to the sky on either hand—bold, bleak32 and sombre. Through the rent, down hundreds of feet from the summit, crept the deep river stealthily and slow, like a huge serpent winding33 himself around the bulwark34 of a stronghold. The darkness of the forests was so dense35, and the clouds so heavy, that there was nothing to distinguish the outline of the murky36 waters from the majestic37 ramparts through which they glided38. All was wild, solemn and gloomy.
As the Indian girl looked upward the clouds swept back for a moment and the last rays of sunset fell with a glaring light on the bold summit of the mountain, 35rendering by contrast the depths of the chasm40 more dreary41 in its intense shadow.
The threatened storm had seemingly passed over, and a few stars trembled in the depths of the sky when she moored15 her canoe in a little inlet, washed up into the mouth of a narrow ravine which opened on the river’s brink.
Tahmeroo tore away the dry brambles and brushwood which clothed the entrance of the defile42, and made her way through a scarcely defined footpath43 up the hillside. Through this ravine rushed a mountain torrent44, known to the Indians as the Falling Spring, which filled the whole forest with its silvery tumult45.
Tahmeroo kept close to the banks of this torrent, helping46 herself forward by the brushwood and trailing vines that grew thickly on its margin47. Nothing less surefooted than an antelope48 could have forced a passage through the broken rocks and steep precipices which guarded the passage of this stream up to its source in Campbell’s Ledge49. A little way from the river it came, with a single leap, through a chasm in the rocks, and lost itself in a storm of white spray among the mossy boulders50 which choked up the ravine.
The storm had mustered51 again so blackly that Tahmeroo could scarcely see her course, but lost herself among the rocks and young pines below the fall. Still she climbed upward, leaping from rock to rock, till the sheer precipices that walled in the cataract52 on either side obstructed53 her passage, and she stood poised54 half-way up, uncertain which way to turn or how to move.
A flash of lightning revealed her position, kindled55 up the young trees to a lurid56 green; gave the slippery brown precipices to view, and shot in and out of the foaming57 torrent as it leaped by like flashes of fire, tearing a snowdrift into flakes58 again and scattering59 it to the wind.
The lightning revealed her peril60 and her path. She 36sprang back from the precipice24, from which the next leap would have precipitated61 her downward with the cataract into the depths of the ravine, and tore her way into the bosom62 of the hills, keeping Campbell’s Ledge on the right.
A less vigorous form would have fainted beneath the toil63 of that mountain-pass; but the young Indian scarcely thought of fatigue64; for a dull, moaning sound came up from the depths of the forest, like the hollow beat of a far-off ocean; the pent-up thunder muttered and rumbled65 among the black clouds, floating like funeral banners above her, every other instant pierced and torn with arrowy lightning. These signs of the storm gathering so fearfully about the mountains terrified and bewildered the Indian girl. Though a wild rover of the forest, she had been gently nurtured66, and for the first time in her life was alone among the hills after nightfall.
At length she stood on a high ledge of rocks, panting and in despair; she had lost the path that led to the Indian encampment, and found herself on the sweep of a mighty67 precipice, far above the valley. After one wild, hopeless look upon the sky, she sunk to the ground and, burying her face in her hands, muttered, in a trembling and husky voice:
“Tahmeroo has been wicked. She has acted a lie. The Great Spirit is very angry. Why should she strive to shut out his voice? Tahmeroo can die.”
While she spoke68 there was a hush30 in the elements and the sound of many hoarse69, guttural voices arose from the foot of the ledge. The terrified Indian lifted her head, and a wild, doubtful joy gleamed over her face as the lightning revealed it, with the damp, unbraided hair floating back from the pallid70 temples, the lips parted, and the eyes charged with terror, doubt and eager joy. She listened intently for a moment, then sunk cautiously to the ground as one who fears to break a pleasant delusion71, and crept to the edge of the rock.
A dozen watch-fires flashed up in a semicircle, flinging a broad light over the whole enclosure and gleaming redly on the waving vines, the weeping birches, and the budding hemlocks72 that intermingled along its broken ramparts. A hundred swarthy forms, half-naked and hideously74 painted, were moving about, and others lay crouching75 in the grass, apparently76 terrified by the tempest gathering so blackly above them.
The untrodden grass and fresh herbage told that this hollow had recently been made a place of encampment; yet, in the enclosure was one lodge77, small and but rudely constructed—a sylvan78 hut, more picturesque than any cabin to be found in the settlements. How recently it had been constructed might be guessed by the green branches yet fresh on the half-hewn logs. A score of savage hands had been at work upon it the whole day, for the Chief of the Shawnees never rested in the open air with the lower members of his tribe when his fierce mother, his haughty79 wife, or beautiful daughter was of his hunting party.
Tahmeroo had wandered upward from the path which led to the encampment. She had madly clambered to the highest chain of rocks which surrounded the enclosure, when she should have made her way around its base to the opening which gave egress80 to the forest. She arose from the edge of the rock, where she had been lying, high above the encampment, and was about to descend81 to the path she had missed, when a sound like the roar and tramp of a great army came surging up from the forest. The tall trees swayed earthward, flinging their branches and green leaves to the whirlwind as it swept by. Heavy limbs were twisted off, and mighty trunks, splintered midway, mingled73 the sharp crash of their fall with the hoarse roar of the tempest. The 38thunder boomed among the rocks, peal82 after peal, and the quick lightning darted83 through the heaving trees like fiery84 serpents wrangling85 with the torn foliage.
The very mountain seemed to tremble beneath the maiden86’s feet. She threw herself upon the ledge, and with her face buried in its moss lay motionless, but quaking at heart, as the whirlwind rushed over her.
A still more fearful burst of the elements struck upon the heights, lifted a stout oak from its anchorage and hurled87 it to the earth. The splintered trunk fell with a crash, and the topmost boughs88 bent down the young saplings with a rushing sweep and fell like the wings of a great bird of prey89, above the prostrate90 Indian. She sprang upward with a cry, and seizing the stem of a vine swung herself madly over the precipice. Fortunately the descent was rugged91, and many a jutting92 angle afforded a foothold to the daring girl as she let herself fearlessly down—now clinging among the leaves of the vine—now grasping the sharp point of a rock, and dropping from one cleft to another. Twice she forced herself back, as if she would have sunk into the very rock, and dragged the heavy vines over her, when a fresh thunder-burst rolled by, or a flash of lightning blazed among the leaves; but when they had passed she again swung herself downward, and finally dropped unharmed upon the grass back of her father’s lodge.
The enclosure was now perfectly93 dark; for the rain had extinguished the watch-fires and the lightning but occasionally revealed a group of dark forms cowering94 together, awed95 by the violence of the tempest, and rendered abject96 by superstitious97 dread98.
A twinkling light broke through the crevices99 of the lodge; but Tahmeroo lingered in the rain, for now that the fierceness of the storm was over she began to have a new fear—the dread of her mother’s stern presence. Cautiously, and with timid footsteps, she advanced to the entrance and lifted the huge bear-skin that covered 39it. She breathed freely; for there was no one present save her father, the great Chief of the Shawnees. He was sitting on the ground, with his arms folded on his knees, and his swarthy forehead buried in his robe of skins. The heart of the Indian King was sorely troubled, for he knew that the wing of the Great Spirit was unfolded in its wrath100 above his people.
Tahmeroo crept to the extremity101 of the lodge and sat down in silence upon the ground. She saw that preparations had been made for her comfort. A pile of fresh berries and a cake of cornbread lay on a stool nearby, and a couch of boughs woven rudely together stood in the corner heaped with the richest furs and overspread with a covering of martin-skins lined and bordered with fine scarlet102 cloth. A chain of gorgeous beadwork linked the deep scallops on the border, and heavy tassels103 fell upon the grass from the four corners. The savage magnificence of that couch was well worthy104 the daughter of a great chief.
Another couch, but of less costly105 furs, and without ornament106, stood at the opposite extremity. Tahmeroo threw one timid look towards it, then bent her head, satisfied that it was untenanted, and that her mother was indeed absent. As if suddenly recollecting107 herself, she half-started from the ground and disentangled the string of coral from her damp hair. With her eyes fixed apprehensively109 on the chief, she thrust it under the fur pillows of her couch, and stole back to her former position.
Tahmeroo had scarcely seated herself when the bear-skin was flung back from the entrance of the lodge and Catharine, the wife of the Shawnee chief, presented herself in the opening. The light from a heap of pine knots fell on the woman’s face as she entered; but it failed to reveal the maiden where she sat in the shadowy side of the lodge.
The chief lifted his head and uttered a few words in 40the Indian tongue, but received no answer; while his wife gave one quick look around the lodge, then sallied back, clasped her hands tightly and groaned110 aloud.
Tahmeroo scarcely breathed, for never had she seen her mother so agitated111. It was, indeed, a strange sight—those small, finely cut features usually so stern and cold, working with emotion—the pallid cheek, the high forehead, swollen112 and knitted at the brows—the trembling mouth—the eyes heavy with anguish113. This was a sight which Tahmeroo had never witnessed before. And this was the stern, haughty woman—the white Indian—who ruled the Shawnee braves with despotic rigor—whose revenge was deadly, and whose hate was a terror. This was Catharine Montour!
When Tahmeroo heard her name mingled with the lamentations of her mother, she started forward, exclaiming, with tremulous and broken earnestness: “Mother, oh! mother, I am here!”
A burst of fierce thanksgiving broke from the lips of Catharine. She caught her daughter to her heart and kissed her wildly again and again.
“Thank God, oh! thank my God! I am not quite alone!” she exclaimed; and tears started in the eyes that had not known them for twenty summers.
Without a word of question as to her strange absence, Catharine drew her child to the couch, and seeing the bread and the berries yet untasted she forced her to eat while she wrung114 the moisture from her hair and took away the damp robe. She smoothed the cushions of crimson cloth that served as pillows, and drawing the coverlet of martin-skins over the form of her child sat beside her till she dropped to a gentle slumber115. Then she heaped fresh knots on the burning pine and changed her own saturated116 raiment.
The sombre chief threw himself upon the unoccupied heap of furs, and Catharine was left alone with her thoughts. Long and sad were the vigils of that stern 41watcher; yet they had a good influence on her heart. There was tenderness and regret—nay, almost repentance—in her bosom as she gazed on the slumbers117 of her child—the only being on earth whom she dared to love. More than once she pressed her lips fondly to the forehead of the sleeper118, as if to assure herself of her dear presence after the frightful119 dangers of the storm. She remained till after midnight, pondering upon past events with the clinging tenacity120 of one who seldom allowed herself to dwell on aught that could soften121 a shade of her haughty character; at length she was about to throw herself by the side of her daughter, more from the workings of unquiet thoughts than from a desire for rest. But the attempt disturbed the slumbering122 girl. She turned restlessly on her couch, and oppressed by its warmth pushed away the covering.
Catharine observed that the cheek which lay against the scarlet cloth was flushed and heated. She attempted to draw the pillow away, when her fingers became entangled108 in the string of coral concealed beneath it. Had a serpent coiled around her hand it could not have produced a more startling effect. She shook it off, and drew hastily back, as if something loathsome123 had clung to her. Then she snatched up the ornament, went to the pile of smouldering embers, stirred them to a flame and examined it minutely by the light. Her face settled to its habitual124 expression of iron resolution as she arose from her stooping posture125. Her lips were firmly closed, and her forehead became calm and cold; yet there was more of doubt and sorrow than of anger in her forced composure.
She returned to the couch and placed herself beside it, with the coral still clenched126 in her hand. Her face continued passionless, but her eyes grew dim as she gazed on the sleeper; thoughts of her own youth lay heavily upon her heart.
Tahmeroo again turned restlessly on her pillow, her 42flushed cheeks dimpled with a smile, and she murmured softly in her sleep. Catharine laid her hand on the round arm, flung out upon the martin-skins, and bent her ear close to the red and smiling lips, thus betraying with their gentle whisperings the thoughts that haunted the bosom of the sleeper.
Tahmeroo dreamed aloud. A name was whispered in her soft, broken English, coupled with words of endearment127 and gentle chiding128. The name was spoken imperfectly, and Catharine bent her ear still lower, as if in doubt that she had heard aright. Again that name was pronounced, and now there was no doubt; the enunciation129 was low, but perfectly distinct. The mother started upright; her face was ashy pale, and she looked strangely corpse-like in the dusky light. She snatched a knife from its sheath in her girdle, and bent a fierce glance on the sleeper. A moment the blade quivered above the heart of her only child, then the wretched woman flung it from her with a gesture of self-abhorrence, and sinking to the ground buried her face in both hands. After one fierce shudder130 she remained motionless as a statue.
It was more than an hour before that stern face was lifted again; shade after shade of deep and harrowing agony had swept over it while buried in the folded arms, and now it was very pale, but with a gentler expression upon it. She laid a hand on the rounded shoulder, from which the covering had been flung, passed the other quickly over her eyes and awoke the sleeper.
“Tahmeroo,” she said, but her voice was low and husky, and it died away in her throat.
The maiden started to her elbow and looked wildly about. When she saw her mother with the string of red coral in her hand she sunk back and buried her face in the pillow.
“Tahmeroo, look up!” said the mother, in a soft, 43low voice, from which all traces of emotion had flown. “Has Tahmeroo dreams which she does not tell her mother? The white man’s gift is under her pillow—whence came it?”
A blush spread over the face, neck and bosom of the young girl, and she shrunk from the steady gaze of her mother. She was sensible of no wrong, save that of concealment131; yet her confusion was painful as guilt132. Catharine had compassion133 on her embarrassment134, and turned away her eyes.
“Tahmeroo,” she said, in a voice still more gentle and winning, “tell me all—am I not your mother? Do I not love you?”
The young Indian girl rose and looked timidly towards the couch of the Shawnee Chief.
“Does my father sleep?” and her eyes again fell beneath the powerful glance which she felt to be fixed upon her.
“Yes, he sleeps; speak in English, and have no fear.”
Catharine went to the heap of blazing pine and flung ashes on it; then returned to her daughter, folded her to her bosom, and for half an hour the low voice of Tahmeroo alone broke the stillness of the lodge.
Scarcely had Catharine interrupted the confession135 of her child with a word of question. She must have been powerless from emotion, for more than once her breath came quick and gaspingly; and the heavy throbbing136 of her heart was almost audible at every pause in that broken narrative137. Yet her voice was strangely cold and calm when she spoke.
“And you saw him again this day?”
“Yes, mother.”
“Did he tell you to keep these meetings from my knowledge?”
“He said the Great Spirit would visit me with his thunder if I but whispered it to the wind.”
44“The name—tell me the name once more; but low, I would not hear it aloud. Whisper it in my ear—yet the hiss138 of a serpent were sweeter,” she muttered.
Tahmeroo raised her lips to her mother’s ear and whispered, as she was commanded. She felt a slight shudder creep over the frame against which she leaned, and all was still again.
“You first saw this—this man when we were at the encampment on the banks of Seneca Lake three moons since, and I was absent on a mission to Sir William Johnson: did I hear aright in this?” questioned the mother, after a few minutes of silence.
“It was there I first saw him, mother.”
“Listen to me, Tahmeroo: were I to command you never again to see this man, could you obey me?”
The young Indian started from her mother’s arms, and the fire of her dark eyes flashed even in the half-smothered light.
“Never see him? What, tear away all this light from my own heart? Obey? No, mother, no. Put me out from my father’s lodge—make me a squaw of burden, the lowest woman of our tribe—give me to the tomahawk, to the hot fire—but ask me not to rend39 the life from my bosom. The white blood which my heart drank from yours must curdle139 that of the Indian when his child gives or takes love at the bidding of anything but her own will! No, mother, I could not obey—I would not.”
Catharine Montour was struck dumb with astonishment140. Was she, the despotic ruler of a fierce war-tribe, to be braved by her own child? The creature she had loved and cherished with an affection so deep and passionate—had she turned rebellious141 to her power? Her haughty spirit aroused itself; the gladiator broke from her eyes as they were bent on the palpitating and half-recumbent form of Tahmeroo.
The girl did not shrink from the fierce gaze, but met 45it with a glance of resolute142 daring. The young eaglet had begun to plume143 its wing! There was something of wild dignity in her voice and gesture, which assorted144 well with the curbless strength of her mother’s spirit.
Catharine Montour had studied the human heart as a familiar book, and she knew that it would be in vain to contend with the spirit so suddenly aroused in the strength of its womanhood. She felt that her power over that heart must hereafter be one of love unmixed with fear—an imperfect and a divided power. The heart of the strong woman writhed145 under the conviction, but she stretched herself on the couch without a word of expostulation. Her own fiery spirit had sprung to rapid growth in the bosom of her child; passions akin7 to those buried in her experience had shot up, budded and blossomed, in a night time. The stern mother trembled when she thought of the fruit which, in her own life, had turned to ashes in the ripening146.
When Tahmeroo awoke in the morning the lodge was empty. Her mother had left the encampment at early dawn.
点击收听单词发音
1 graceful | |
adj.优美的,优雅的;得体的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 moss | |
n.苔,藓,地衣 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 wavy | |
adj.有波浪的,多浪的,波浪状的,波动的,不稳定的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 repose | |
v.(使)休息;n.安息 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 oar | |
n.桨,橹,划手;v.划行 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 crimson | |
n./adj.深(绯)红色(的);vi.脸变绯红色 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 akin | |
adj.同族的,类似的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 deformed | |
adj.畸形的;变形的;丑的,破相了的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 bent | |
n.爱好,癖好;adj.弯的;决心的,一心的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 fixed | |
adj.固定的,不变的,准备好的;(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 withdrawn | |
vt.收回;使退出;vi.撤退,退出 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 clump | |
n.树丛,草丛;vi.用沉重的脚步行走 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 alders | |
n.桤木( alder的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 brink | |
n.(悬崖、河流等的)边缘,边沿 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 moored | |
adj. 系泊的 动词moor的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 concealed | |
a.隐藏的,隐蔽的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 foliage | |
n.叶子,树叶,簇叶 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 sublime | |
adj.崇高的,伟大的;极度的,不顾后果的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 savage | |
adj.野蛮的;凶恶的,残暴的;n.未开化的人 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 picturesque | |
adj.美丽如画的,(语言)生动的,绘声绘色的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 grandeur | |
n.伟大,崇高,宏伟,庄严,豪华 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 waning | |
adj.(月亮)渐亏的,逐渐减弱或变小的n.月亏v.衰落( wane的现在分词 );(月)亏;变小;变暗淡 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 precipices | |
n.悬崖,峭壁( precipice的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 precipice | |
n.悬崖,危急的处境 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 gathering | |
n.集会,聚会,聚集 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 mustering | |
v.集合,召集,集结(尤指部队)( muster的现在分词 );(自他人处)搜集某事物;聚集;激发 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 jaws | |
n.口部;嘴 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 frail | |
adj.身体虚弱的;易损坏的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 gorge | |
n.咽喉,胃,暴食,山峡;v.塞饱,狼吞虎咽地吃 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30 hush | |
int.嘘,别出声;n.沉默,静寂;v.使安静 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31 cleft | |
n.裂缝;adj.裂开的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
32 bleak | |
adj.(天气)阴冷的;凄凉的;暗淡的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
33 winding | |
n.绕,缠,绕组,线圈 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
34 bulwark | |
n.堡垒,保障,防御 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
35 dense | |
a.密集的,稠密的,浓密的;密度大的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
36 murky | |
adj.黑暗的,朦胧的;adv.阴暗地,混浊地;n.阴暗;昏暗 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
37 majestic | |
adj.雄伟的,壮丽的,庄严的,威严的,崇高的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
38 glided | |
v.滑动( glide的过去式和过去分词 );掠过;(鸟或飞机 ) 滑翔 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
39 rend | |
vt.把…撕开,割裂;把…揪下来,强行夺取 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
40 chasm | |
n.深坑,断层,裂口,大分岐,利害冲突 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
41 dreary | |
adj.令人沮丧的,沉闷的,单调乏味的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
42 defile | |
v.弄污,弄脏;n.(山间)小道 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
43 footpath | |
n.小路,人行道 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
44 torrent | |
n.激流,洪流;爆发,(话语等的)连发 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
45 tumult | |
n.喧哗;激动,混乱;吵闹 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
46 helping | |
n.食物的一份&adj.帮助人的,辅助的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
47 margin | |
n.页边空白;差额;余地,余裕;边,边缘 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
48 antelope | |
n.羚羊;羚羊皮 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
49 ledge | |
n.壁架,架状突出物;岩架,岩礁 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
50 boulders | |
n.卵石( boulder的名词复数 );巨砾;(受水或天气侵蚀而成的)巨石;漂砾 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
51 mustered | |
v.集合,召集,集结(尤指部队)( muster的过去式和过去分词 );(自他人处)搜集某事物;聚集;激发 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
52 cataract | |
n.大瀑布,奔流,洪水,白内障 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
53 obstructed | |
阻塞( obstruct的过去式和过去分词 ); 堵塞; 阻碍; 阻止 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
54 poised | |
a.摆好姿势不动的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
55 kindled | |
(使某物)燃烧,着火( kindle的过去式和过去分词 ); 激起(感情等); 发亮,放光 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
56 lurid | |
adj.可怕的;血红的;苍白的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
57 foaming | |
adj.布满泡沫的;发泡 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
58 flakes | |
小薄片( flake的名词复数 ); (尤指)碎片; 雪花; 古怪的人 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
59 scattering | |
n.[物]散射;散乱,分散;在媒介质中的散播adj.散乱的;分散在不同范围的;广泛扩散的;(选票)数量分散的v.散射(scatter的ing形式);散布;驱散 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
60 peril | |
n.(严重的)危险;危险的事物 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
61 precipitated | |
v.(突如其来地)使发生( precipitate的过去式和过去分词 );促成;猛然摔下;使沉淀 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
62 bosom | |
n.胸,胸部;胸怀;内心;adj.亲密的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
63 toil | |
vi.辛劳工作,艰难地行动;n.苦工,难事 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
64 fatigue | |
n.疲劳,劳累 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
65 rumbled | |
发出隆隆声,发出辘辘声( rumble的过去式和过去分词 ); 轰鸣着缓慢行进; 发现…的真相; 看穿(阴谋) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
66 nurtured | |
养育( nurture的过去式和过去分词 ); 培育; 滋长; 助长 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
67 mighty | |
adj.强有力的;巨大的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
68 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: |
|
|
69 hoarse | |
adj.嘶哑的,沙哑的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
70 pallid | |
adj.苍白的,呆板的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
71 delusion | |
n.谬见,欺骗,幻觉,迷惑 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
72 hemlocks | |
由毒芹提取的毒药( hemlock的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
73 mingled | |
混合,混入( mingle的过去式和过去分词 ); 混进,与…交往[联系] | |
参考例句: |
|
|
74 hideously | |
adv.可怕地,非常讨厌地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
75 crouching | |
v.屈膝,蹲伏( crouch的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
76 apparently | |
adv.显然地;表面上,似乎 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
77 lodge | |
v.临时住宿,寄宿,寄存,容纳;n.传达室,小旅馆 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
78 sylvan | |
adj.森林的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
79 haughty | |
adj.傲慢的,高傲的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
80 egress | |
n.出去;出口 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
81 descend | |
vt./vi.传下来,下来,下降 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
82 peal | |
n.钟声;v.鸣响 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
83 darted | |
v.投掷,投射( dart的过去式和过去分词 );向前冲,飞奔 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
84 fiery | |
adj.燃烧着的,火红的;暴躁的;激烈的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
85 wrangling | |
v.争吵,争论,口角( wrangle的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
86 maiden | |
n.少女,处女;adj.未婚的,纯洁的,无经验的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
87 hurled | |
v.猛投,用力掷( hurl的过去式和过去分词 );大声叫骂 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
88 boughs | |
大树枝( bough的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
89 prey | |
n.被掠食者,牺牲者,掠食;v.捕食,掠夺,折磨 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
90 prostrate | |
v.拜倒,平卧,衰竭;adj.拜倒的,平卧的,衰竭的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
91 rugged | |
adj.高低不平的,粗糙的,粗壮的,强健的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
92 jutting | |
v.(使)突出( jut的现在分词 );伸出;(从…)突出;高出 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
93 perfectly | |
adv.完美地,无可非议地,彻底地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
94 cowering | |
v.畏缩,抖缩( cower的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
95 awed | |
adj.充满敬畏的,表示敬畏的v.使敬畏,使惊惧( awe的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
96 abject | |
adj.极可怜的,卑屈的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
97 superstitious | |
adj.迷信的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
98 dread | |
vt.担忧,忧虑;惧怕,不敢;n.担忧,畏惧 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
99 crevices | |
n.(尤指岩石的)裂缝,缺口( crevice的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
100 wrath | |
n.愤怒,愤慨,暴怒 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
101 extremity | |
n.末端,尽头;尽力;终极;极度 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
102 scarlet | |
n.深红色,绯红色,红衣;adj.绯红色的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
103 tassels | |
n.穗( tassel的名词复数 );流苏状物;(植物的)穗;玉蜀黍的穗状雄花v.抽穗, (玉米)长穗须( tassel的第三人称单数 );使抽穗, (为了使作物茁壮生长)摘去穗状雄花;用流苏装饰 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
104 worthy | |
adj.(of)值得的,配得上的;有价值的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
105 costly | |
adj.昂贵的,价值高的,豪华的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
106 ornament | |
v.装饰,美化;n.装饰,装饰物 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
107 recollecting | |
v.记起,想起( recollect的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
108 entangled | |
adj.卷入的;陷入的;被缠住的;缠在一起的v.使某人(某物/自己)缠绕,纠缠于(某物中),使某人(自己)陷入(困难或复杂的环境中)( entangle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
109 apprehensively | |
adv.担心地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
110 groaned | |
v.呻吟( groan的过去式和过去分词 );发牢骚;抱怨;受苦 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
111 agitated | |
adj.被鼓动的,不安的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
112 swollen | |
adj.肿大的,水涨的;v.使变大,肿胀 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
113 anguish | |
n.(尤指心灵上的)极度痛苦,烦恼 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
114 wrung | |
绞( wring的过去式和过去分词 ); 握紧(尤指别人的手); 把(湿衣服)拧干; 绞掉(水) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
115 slumber | |
n.睡眠,沉睡状态 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
116 saturated | |
a.饱和的,充满的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
117 slumbers | |
睡眠,安眠( slumber的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
118 sleeper | |
n.睡眠者,卧车,卧铺 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
119 frightful | |
adj.可怕的;讨厌的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
120 tenacity | |
n.坚韧 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
121 soften | |
v.(使)变柔软;(使)变柔和 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
122 slumbering | |
微睡,睡眠(slumber的现在分词形式) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
123 loathsome | |
adj.讨厌的,令人厌恶的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
124 habitual | |
adj.习惯性的;通常的,惯常的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
125 posture | |
n.姿势,姿态,心态,态度;v.作出某种姿势 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
126 clenched | |
v.紧握,抓紧,咬紧( clench的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
127 endearment | |
n.表示亲爱的行为 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
128 chiding | |
v.责骂,责备( chide的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
129 enunciation | |
n.清晰的发音;表明,宣言;口齿 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
130 shudder | |
v.战粟,震动,剧烈地摇晃;n.战粟,抖动 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
131 concealment | |
n.隐藏, 掩盖,隐瞒 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
132 guilt | |
n.犯罪;内疚;过失,罪责 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
133 compassion | |
n.同情,怜悯 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
134 embarrassment | |
n.尴尬;使人为难的人(事物);障碍;窘迫 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
135 confession | |
n.自白,供认,承认 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
136 throbbing | |
a. 跳动的,悸动的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
137 narrative | |
n.叙述,故事;adj.叙事的,故事体的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
138 hiss | |
v.发出嘶嘶声;发嘘声表示不满 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
139 curdle | |
v.使凝结,变稠 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
140 astonishment | |
n.惊奇,惊异 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
141 rebellious | |
adj.造反的,反抗的,难控制的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
142 resolute | |
adj.坚决的,果敢的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
143 plume | |
n.羽毛;v.整理羽毛,骚首弄姿,用羽毛装饰 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
144 assorted | |
adj.各种各样的,各色俱备的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
145 writhed | |
(因极度痛苦而)扭动或翻滚( writhe的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
146 ripening | |
v.成熟,使熟( ripen的现在分词 );熟化;熟成 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |