"BUT, Justine----"
Mrs. Harry1 Dressel, seated in the June freshness of her Oak Street drawing-room, and harmonizing by her high lights and hard edges with the white-and-gold angularities of the best furniture, cast a rebuking2 eye on her friend Miss Brent, who stood arranging in a glass bowl the handful of roses she had just brought in from the garden.
Mrs. Dressel's intonation3 made it clear that the entrance of Miss Brent had been the signal for renewing an argument which the latter had perhaps left the room to escape.
"When you were here three years ago, Justine, I could understand your not wanting to go out, because you were in mourning for your mother--and besides, you'd volunteered for that bad surgical4 case in the Hope Hospital. But now that you've come back for a rest and a change I can't imagine why you persist in shutting yourself up--unless, of course," she concluded, in a higher key of reproach, "it's because you think so little of Hanaford society----"
Justine Brent, putting the last rose in place, turned from her task with a protesting gesture.
"My dear Effie, who am I to think little of any society, when I belong to none?" She passed a last light touch over the flowers, and crossing the room, brushed her friend's hand with the same caressing5 gesture.
Mrs. Dressel met it with an unrelenting turn of her plump shoulder, murmuring: "Oh, if you take _that_ tone!" And on Miss Brent's gaily6 rejoining: "Isn't it better than to have other people take it for me?" she replied, with an air of affront7 that expressed itself in a ruffling8 of her whole pretty person: "If you'll excuse my saying so, Justine, the fact that you are staying with _me_ would be enough to make you welcome anywhere in Hanaford!"
"I'm sure of it, dear; so sure that my horrid9 pride rather resents being floated in on the high tide of such overwhelming credentials10."
Mrs. Dressel glanced up doubtfully at the dark face laughing down on her. Though she was president of the Maplewood Avenue Book-club, and habitually12 figured in the society column of the "Banner" as one of the intellectual leaders of Hanaford, there were moments when her self-confidence trembled before Justine's light sallies. It was absurd, of course, given the relative situations of the two; and Mrs. Dressel, behind her friend's back, was quickly reassured13 by the thought that Justine was only a hospital nurse, who had to work for her living, and had really never "been anywhere"; but when Miss Brent's verbal arrows were flying, it seemed somehow of more immediate14 consequence that she was fairly well-connected, and lived in New York. No one placed a higher value on the abstract qualities of wit and irony15 than Mrs. Dressel; the difficulty was that she never quite knew when Justine's retorts were loaded, or when her own susceptibilities were the target aimed at; and between her desire to appear to take the joke, and the fear of being ridiculed16 without knowing it, her pretty face often presented an interesting study in perplexity. As usual, she now took refuge in bringing the talk back to a personal issue.
"I can't imagine," she said, "why you won't go to the Gaines's garden-party. It's always the most brilliant affair of the season; and this year, with the John Amhersts here, and all their party--that fascinating Mrs. Eustace Ansell, and Mrs. Amherst's father, old Mr. Langhope, who is quite as quick and clever as _you_ are--you certainly can't accuse us of being dull and provincial17!"
Miss Brent smiled. "As far as I can remember, Effie, it is always you who accuse others of bringing that charge against Hanaford. For my part, I know too little of it to have formed any opinion; but whatever it may have to offer me, I am painfully conscious of having, at present, nothing but your kind commendation to give in return."
Mrs. Dressel rose impatiently. "How absurdly you talk! You're a little thinner than usual, and I don't like those dark lines under your eyes; but Westy Gaines told me yesterday that he thought you handsomer than ever, and that it was intensely becoming to some women to look over-tired."
"It's lucky I'm one of that kind," Miss Brent rejoined, between a sigh and a laugh, "and there's every promise of my getting handsomer every day if somebody doesn't soon arrest the geometrical progression of my good looks by giving me the chance to take a year's rest!"
As she spoke18, she stretched her arms above her head, with a gesture revealing the suppleness19 of her slim young frame, but also its tenuity of structure--the frailness20 of throat and shoulders, and the play of bones in the delicate neck. Justine Brent had one of those imponderable bodies that seem a mere21 pinch of matter shot through with light and colour. Though she did not flush easily, auroral22 lights ran under her clear skin, were lost in the shadows of her hair, and broke again in her eyes; and her voice seemed to shoot light too, as though her smile flashed back from her words as they fell--all her features being so fluid and changeful that the one solid thing about her was the massing of dense23 black hair which clasped her face like the noble metal of some antique bust24.
Mrs. Dressel's face softened25 at the note of weariness in the girl's voice. "Are you very tired, dear?" she asked drawing her down to a seat on the sofa.
"Yes, and no--not so much bodily, perhaps, as in spirit." Justine Brent drew her brows together, and stared moodily26 at the thin brown hands interwoven between Mrs. Dressel's plump fingers. Seated thus, with hollowed shoulders and brooding head, she might have figured a young sibyl bowed above some mystery of fate; but the next moment her face, inclining toward her friend's, cast off its shadows and resumed the look of a plaintive27 child.
"The worst of it is that I don't look forward with any interest to taking up the old drudgery28 again. Of course that loss of interest may be merely physical--I should call it so in a nervous patient, no doubt. But in myself it seems different--it seems to go to the roots of the world. You know it was always the imaginative side of my work that helped me over the ugly details--the pity and beauty that disinfected the physical horror; but now that feeling is lost, and only the mortal disgust remains29. Oh, Effie, I don't want to be a ministering angel any more--I want to be uncertain, coy and hard to please. I want something dazzling and unaccountable to happen to me--something new and unlived and indescribable!"
She snatched herself with a laugh from the bewildered Effie, and flinging up her arms again, spun30 on a light heel across the polished floor.
"Well, then," murmured Mrs. Dressel with gentle obstinacy31, "I can't see why in the world you won't go to the Gaines's garden-party!" And caught in the whirlwind of her friend's incomprehensible mirth, she still persisted, as she ducked her blonde head to it: "If you'll only let me lend you my dress with the Irish lace, you'll look smarter than anybody there...."
* * * * *
Before her toilet mirror, an hour later, Justine Brent seemed in a way to fulfill32 Mrs. Dressel's prediction. So mirror-like herself, she could no more help reflecting the happy effect of a bow or a feather than the subtler influence of word and look; and her face and figure were so new to the advantages of dress that, at four-and-twenty, she still produced the effect of a young girl in her first "good" frock. In Mrs. Dressel's festal raiment, which her dark tints33 subdued34 to a quiet elegance35, she was like the golden core of a pale rose illuminating36 and scenting37 its petals38.
Three years of solitary39 life, following on a youth of confidential40 intimacy41 with the mother she had lost, had produced in her the quaint42 habit of half-loud soliloquy. "Fine feathers, Justine!" she laughed back at her laughing image. "You look like a phoenix43 risen from your ashes. But slip back into your own plumage, and you'll be no more than a little brown bird without a song!"
The luxurious44 suggestions of her dress, and the way her warm youth became it, drew her back to memories of a childhood nestled in beauty and gentle ways, before her handsome prodigal45 father had died, and her mother's face had grown pinched in the long struggle with poverty. But those memories were after all less dear to Justine than the grey years following, when, growing up, she had helped to clear a space in the wilderness46 for their tiny hearth47-fire, when her own efforts had fed the flame and roofed it in from the weather. A great heat, kindled48 at that hearth, had burned in her veins49, making her devour50 her work, lighting51 and warming the long cold days, and reddening the horizon through dark passages of revolt and failure; and she felt all the more deeply the chill of reaction that set in with her mother's death.
She thought she had chosen her work as a nurse in a spirit of high disinterestedness52; but in the first hours of her bereavement53 it seemed as though only the personal aim had sustained her. For a while, after this, her sick people became to her mere bundles of disintegrating54 matter, and she shrank from physical pain with a distaste the deeper because, mechanically, she could not help working on to relieve it. Gradually her sound nature passed out of this morbid55 phase, and she took up her task with deeper pity if less exalted56 ardour; glad to do her part in the vast impersonal57 labour of easing the world's misery58, but longing59 with all the warm instincts of youth for a special load to lift, a single hand to clasp.
Ah, it was cruel to be alive, to be young, to bubble with springs of mirth and tenderness and folly60, and to live in perpetual contact with decay and pain--to look persistently62 into the grey face of death without having lifted even a corner of life's veil! Now and then, when she felt her youth flame through the sheath of dullness which was gradually enclosing it, she rebelled at the conditions that tied a spirit like hers to its monotonous63 task, while others, without a quiver of wings on their dull shoulders, or a note of music in their hearts, had the whole wide world to range through, and saw in it no more than a frightful64 emptiness to be shut out with tight walls of habit....
* * * * *
A tap on the door announced Mrs. Dressel, garbed65 for conquest, and bestowing66 on her brilliant person the last anxious touches of the artist reluctant to part from a masterpiece.
"My dear, how well you look! I _knew_ that dress would be becoming!" she exclaimed, generously transferring her self-approval to Justine; and adding, as the latter moved toward her: "I wish Westy Gaines could see you now!"
"Well, he will presently," Miss Brent rejoined, ignoring the slight stress on the name.
Mrs. Dressel continued to brood on her maternally67. "Justine--I wish you'd tell me! You say you hate the life you're leading now--but isn't there somebody who might----?"
"Give me another, with lace dresses in it?" Justine's slight shrug68 might have seemed theatrical69, had it not been a part of the ceaseless dramatic play of her flexible person. "There might be, perhaps...only I'm not sure--" She broke off whimsically.
"Not sure of what?"
"That this kind of dress might not always be a little tight on the shoulders."
"Tight on the shoulders? What do you mean, Justine? My clothes simply _hang_ on you!"
"Oh, Effie dear, don't you remember the fable70 of the wings under the skin, that sprout71 when one meets a pair of kindred shoulders?" And, as Mrs. Dressel bent72 on her a brow of unenlightenment--"Well, it doesn't matter: I only meant that I've always been afraid good clothes might keep my wings from sprouting73!" She turned back to the glass, giving herself a last light touch such as she had bestowed74 on the roses.
"And that reminds me," she continued--"how about Mr. Amherst's wings?"
"John Amherst?" Mrs. Dressel brightened into immediate attention. "Why, do you know him?"
"Not as the owner of the Westmore Mills; but I came across him as their assistant manager three years ago, at the Hope Hospital, and he was starting a very promising75 pair then. I wonder if they're doing as well under his new coat."
"I'm not sure that I understand you when you talk poetry," said Mrs. Dressel with less interest; "but personally I can't say I like John Amherst--and he is certainly not worthy76 of such a lovely woman as Mrs. Westmore. Of course she would never let any one see that she's not perfectly77 happy; but I'm told he has given them all a great deal of trouble by interfering78 in the management of the mills, and his manner is so cold and sarcastic79--the truth is, I suppose he's never quite at ease in society. _Her_ family have never been really reconciled to the marriage; and Westy Gaines says----"
"Ah, Westy Gaines _would_," Justine interposed lightly. "But if Mrs. Amherst is really the Bessy Langhope I used to know it must be rather a struggle for the wings!"
Mrs. Dressel's flagging interest settled on the one glimpse of fact in this statement. "It's such a coincidence that you should have known her too! Was she always so perfectly fascinating? I wish I knew how she gives that look to her hair!"
Justine gathered up the lace sunshade and long gloves which her friend had lent her. "There was not much more that was genuine about her character--that was her very own, I mean--than there is about my appearance at this moment. She was always the dearest little chameleon80 in the world, taking everybody's colour in the most flattering way, and giving back, I must say, a most charming reflection--if you'll excuse the mixed metaphor81; but when one got her by herself, with no reflections to catch, one found she hadn't any particular colour of her own. One of the girls used to say she ought to wear a tag, because she was so easily mislaid---- Now then, I'm ready!"
Justine advanced to the door, and Mrs. Dressel followed her downstairs, reflecting with pardonable complacency that one of the disadvantages of being clever was that it tempted82 one to say sarcastic things of other women--than which she could imagine no more crying social error.
During the drive to the garden-party, Justine's thoughts, drawn83 to the past by the mention of Bessy Langhope's name, reverted84 to the comic inconsequences of her own lot--to that persistent61 irrelevance85 of incident that had once made her compare herself to an actor always playing his part before the wrong stage-setting. Was there not, for instance, a mocking incongruity86 in the fact that a creature so leaping with life should have, for chief outlet87, the narrow mental channel of the excellent couple between whom she was now being borne to the Gaines garden-party? All her friendships were the result of propinquity or of early association, and fate had held her imprisoned88 in a circle of well-to-do mediocrity, peopled by just such figures as those of the kindly89 and prosperous Dressels. Effie Dressel, the daughter of a cousin of Mrs. Brent's, had obscurely but safely allied90 herself with the heavy blond young man who was to succeed his father as President of the Union Bank, and who was already regarded by the "solid business interests" of Hanaford as possessing talents likely to carry him far in the development of the paternal91 fortunes. Harry Dressel's honest countenance92 gave no evidence of peculiar93 astuteness94, and he was in fact rather the product of special conditions than of an irresistible95 bent. He had the sound Saxon love of games, and the most interesting game he had ever been taught was "business." He was a simple domestic being, and according to Hanaford standards the most obvious obligation of the husband and father was to make his family richer. If Harry Dressel had ever formulated96 his aims, he might have said that he wanted to be the man whom Hanaford most respected, and that was only another way of saying, the richest man in Hanaford. Effie embraced his creed97 with a zeal98 facilitated by such evidence of its soundness as a growing income and the early prospects99 of a carriage. Her mother-in-law, a kind old lady with a simple unquestioning love of money, had told her on her wedding day that Harry's one object would always be to make his family proud of him; and the recent purchase of the victoria in which Justine and the Dressels were now seated was regarded by the family as a striking fulfillment of this prophecy.
In the course of her hospital work Justine had of necessity run across far different types; but from the connections thus offered she was often held back by the subtler shades of taste that civilize100 human intercourse101. Her world, in short, had been chiefly peopled by the dull or the crude, and, hemmed102 in between the two, she had created for herself an inner kingdom where the fastidiousness she had to set aside in her outward relations recovered its full sway. There must be actual beings worthy of admission to this secret precinct, but hitherto they had not come her way; and the sense that they were somewhere just out of reach still gave an edge of youthful curiosity to each encounter with a new group of people.
Certainly, Mrs. Gaines's garden-party seemed an unlikely field for the exercise of such curiosity: Justine's few glimpses of Hanaford society had revealed it as rather a dull thick body, with a surface stimulated103 only by ill-advised references to the life of larger capitals; and the concentrated essence of social Hanaford was of course to be found at the Gaines entertainments. It presented itself, however, in the rich June afternoon, on the long shadows of the well-kept lawn, and among the paths of the rose-garden, in its most amiable104 aspect; and to Justine, wearied by habitual11 contact with ugliness and suffering, there was pure delight in the verdant105 setting of the picture, and in the light harmonious106 tints of the figures peopling it. If the company was dull, it was at least decorative107; and poverty, misery and dirt were shut out by the placid108 unconsciousness of the guests as securely as by the leafy barriers of the garden.
收听单词发音 |
1
harry
|
|
| vt.掠夺，蹂躏，使苦恼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
rebuking
|
|
| 责难或指责( rebuke的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
intonation
|
|
| n.语调，声调；发声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
surgical
|
|
| adj.外科的，外科医生的，手术上的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
caressing
|
|
| 爱抚的，表现爱情的，亲切的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
gaily
|
|
| adv.欢乐地，高兴地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
affront
|
|
| n./v.侮辱，触怒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
ruffling
|
|
| 弄皱( ruffle的现在分词 )； 弄乱； 激怒； 扰乱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
horrid
|
|
| adj.可怕的；令人惊恐的；恐怖的；极讨厌的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
credentials
|
|
| n.证明，资格，证明书，证件 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
habitual
|
|
| adj.习惯性的；通常的，惯常的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
habitually
|
|
| ad.习惯地，通常地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
reassured
|
|
| adj.使消除疑虑的；使放心的v.再保证，恢复信心( reassure的过去式和过去分词) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
immediate
|
|
| adj.立即的；直接的，最接近的；紧靠的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
irony
|
|
| n.反语，冷嘲；具有讽刺意味的事，嘲弄 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
ridiculed
|
|
| v.嘲笑，嘲弄，奚落( ridicule的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
provincial
|
|
| adj.省的，地方的；n．外省人，乡下人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
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： |
|
|
|
|
19
suppleness
|
|
| 柔软； 灵活； 易弯曲； 顺从 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
frailness
|
|
| n.脆弱，不坚定 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
21
mere
|
|
| adj.纯粹的；仅仅，只不过 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
auroral
|
|
| adj.曙光的；玫瑰色的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
dense
|
|
| a.密集的，稠密的，浓密的；密度大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
bust
|
|
| vt.打破；vi.爆裂；n.半身像；胸部 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
softened
|
|
| （使）变软( soften的过去式和过去分词 )； 缓解打击； 缓和； 安慰 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
moodily
|
|
| adv.喜怒无常地；情绪多变地；心情不稳地；易生气地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
plaintive
|
|
| adj.可怜的，伤心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
drudgery
|
|
| n.苦工，重活，单调乏味的工作 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
remains
|
|
| n.剩余物，残留物；遗体，遗迹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
spun
|
|
| v.纺，杜撰，急转身 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
obstinacy
|
|
| n.顽固；（病痛等）难治 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
fulfill
|
|
| vt.履行，实现，完成；满足，使满意 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
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： |
|
|
|
|
34
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： |
|
|
|
|
35
elegance
|
|
| n.优雅；优美，雅致；精致，巧妙 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
illuminating
|
|
| a.富于启发性的，有助阐明的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
scenting
|
|
| vt.闻到（scent的现在分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
petals
|
|
| n.花瓣( petal的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
solitary
|
|
| adj.孤独的，独立的，荒凉的；n.隐士 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
confidential
|
|
| adj.秘（机）密的，表示信任的，担任机密工作的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
intimacy
|
|
| n.熟悉，亲密，密切关系，亲昵的言行 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
quaint
|
|
| adj.古雅的，离奇有趣的，奇怪的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
phoenix
|
|
| n.凤凰，长生(不死)鸟；引申为重生 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
luxurious
|
|
| adj.精美而昂贵的；豪华的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
prodigal
|
|
| adj.浪费的，挥霍的，放荡的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
wilderness
|
|
| n.杳无人烟的一片陆地、水等，荒漠 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
hearth
|
|
| n.壁炉炉床，壁炉地面 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
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： |
|
|
|
|
49
veins
|
|
| n.纹理；矿脉( vein的名词复数 )；静脉；叶脉；纹理 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
devour
|
|
| v.吞没；贪婪地注视或谛听，贪读；使着迷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
lighting
|
|
| n.照明，光线的明暗，舞台灯光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
disinterestedness
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
bereavement
|
|
| n.亲人丧亡，丧失亲人，丧亲之痛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
disintegrating
|
|
| v.（使）破裂[分裂，粉碎]，（使）崩溃( disintegrate的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
morbid
|
|
| adj.病的；致病的；病态的；可怕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
exalted
|
|
| adj.(地位等)高的，崇高的；尊贵的，高尚的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
impersonal
|
|
| adj.无个人感情的，与个人无关的，非人称的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
misery
|
|
| n.痛苦，苦恼，苦难；悲惨的境遇，贫苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
longing
|
|
| n.（for）渴望 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
folly
|
|
| n.愚笨，愚蠢，蠢事，蠢行，傻话 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
persistent
|
|
| adj.坚持不懈的，执意的；持续的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
persistently
|
|
| ad.坚持地；固执地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
monotonous
|
|
| adj.单调的，一成不变的，使人厌倦的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
frightful
|
|
| adj.可怕的；讨厌的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
garbed
|
|
| v.（尤指某类人穿的特定）服装，衣服，制服( garb的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
bestowing
|
|
| 砖窑中砖堆上层已烧透的砖 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
maternally
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
shrug
|
|
| v.耸肩(表示怀疑、冷漠、不知等) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
theatrical
|
|
| adj.剧场的，演戏的；做戏似的，做作的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
fable
|
|
| n.寓言；童话；神话 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
sprout
|
|
| n.芽，萌芽；vt.使发芽，摘去芽；vi.长芽，抽条 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
sprouting
|
|
| v.发芽( sprout的现在分词 )；抽芽；出现；（使）涌现出 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
bestowed
|
|
| 赠给，授予( bestow的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
promising
|
|
| adj.有希望的，有前途的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
worthy
|
|
| adj.(of)值得的，配得上的；有价值的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
perfectly
|
|
| adv.完美地，无可非议地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
interfering
|
|
| adj. 妨碍的 动词interfere的现在分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
sarcastic
|
|
| adj.讥讽的，讽刺的，嘲弄的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
chameleon
|
|
| n.变色龙，蜥蜴；善变之人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
metaphor
|
|
| n.隐喻，暗喻 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
tempted
|
|
| v.怂恿（某人）干不正当的事；冒…的险（tempt的过去分词） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
drawn
|
|
| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
reverted
|
|
| 恢复( revert的过去式和过去分词 )； 重提； 回到…上； 归还 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
irrelevance
|
|
| n.无关紧要；不相关；不相关的事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
incongruity
|
|
| n.不协调，不一致 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
outlet
|
|
| n.出口/路；销路；批发商店；通风口；发泄 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
imprisoned
|
|
| 下狱，监禁( imprison的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
kindly
|
|
| adj.和蔼的，温和的，爽快的；adv.温和地，亲切地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
allied
|
|
| adj.协约国的；同盟国的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
paternal
|
|
| adj.父亲的，像父亲的，父系的，父方的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
countenance
|
|
| n.脸色，面容；面部表情；vt.支持，赞同 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
93
peculiar
|
|
| adj.古怪的，异常的；特殊的，特有的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
94
astuteness
|
|
| n.敏锐；精明；机敏 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
95
irresistible
|
|
| adj.非常诱人的，无法拒绝的，无法抗拒的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
96
formulated
|
|
| v.构想出( formulate的过去式和过去分词 )；规划；确切地阐述；用公式表示 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
97
creed
|
|
| n.信条；信念，纲领 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
98
zeal
|
|
| n.热心，热情，热忱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
99
prospects
|
|
| n.希望，前途(恒为复数) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
100
civilize
|
|
| vt.使文明，使开化 (=civilise) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
101
intercourse
|
|
| n.性交；交流，交往，交际 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
102
hemmed
|
|
| 缝…的褶边( hem的过去式和过去分词 )； 包围 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
103
stimulated
|
|
| a.刺激的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
104
amiable
|
|
| adj.和蔼可亲的，友善的，亲切的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
105
verdant
|
|
| adj.翠绿的，青翠的，生疏的，不老练的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
106
harmonious
|
|
| adj.和睦的，调和的，和谐的，协调的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
107
decorative
|
|
| adj.装饰的，可作装饰的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
108
placid
|
|
| adj.安静的，平和的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |