This was the document and these the words which Deborah, widow of the man thus doubly denounced, had been given to read by the father of the writer, in the darkened room which had been and still was to her, an abode1 of brooding thought and unfathomable mystery.
No wonder that during its reading more than one exclamation2 of terror and dismay escaped her, as the once rehabilitated3 form of the dead and gone started into dreadful life again before her eyes. There were so many reasons for believing this record to be an absolute relation of the truth.
Incoherent phrases which had fallen from those long-closed lips took on new meaning with this unveiling of an unknown past. Repugnances for which she could not account in those old days, she now saw explained. He would never, even in passing, give a look at the ruin on the bluff4, so attractive to every eye but his own. As for entering its gates — she had never dared so much as to ask him to do so. He had never expressed his antipathy5 for the place, but he had made her feel it. She doubted now if he would have climbed to it from the ravine even to save his child from falling over its verge6. Indeed, she saw the reason now why he could not explain the reason for the apathy7 he showed in his hunt for Reuther on that fatal day, and his so marked avoidance of the height where she was found.
Then the watch! Deborah knew well that watch. She had often asked him by what stroke of luck he had got so fine a timepiece. But he had never told her. Later, it had been stolen from him; and as he had a mania8 for watches, that was why, perhaps —
God! was her mind veering9 back to her old idea as to his responsibility for the crime committed in Dark Hollow? Yes; she could not help it. Denial from a monster like this — a man who with such memories and such spoil, could return home to wife and child, with some gay and confused story of a great stroke in speculation10 which had brought him in the price of the tavern11 it had long been his ambition to own — what was denial from such lips worth, though emphasised by the most sacred of oaths, and uttered under the shadow of death. The judge was right. Oliver — whose ingenuous13 story had restored his image to her mind, with some of its old graces — had been the victim of circumstances and not John Scoville. Henceforth, she would see him as such, and when she had recovered a little from the effect of this sudden insight into the revolting past, she would —
Her thoughts had reached this stage and her hand, in obedience15 to the new mood, was lightly ruffling16 up the pages before her, when she felt a light touch on her shoulder and turned with a start.
The judge was at her back. How long he had stood there she did not know, nor did he say. The muttered exclamations17 which had escaped her, the irrepressible cry of despair she had given when she first recognised the identity of the “stranger” may have reached him where he sat at the other end of the room, and drawn18 him insensibly forward till he could overlook her shoulder as she read, and taste with her the horror of these revelations which yet were working so beneficent a result for him and his. It may have been so, and it may have been that he had not made his move till he saw her attitude change and her head droop19 disconsolately20 at the reading of the last line. She did not ask, as I have said, nor did he tell her; but when upon feeling his hand upon her shoulder she turned, he was there; and while his lips failed to speak, his eyes were eloquent21 and their question single and imperative22.
“What do you think of him now?” they seemed to ask, and rising to her feet, she met him with a smile, ghastly perhaps with the lividness of the shadows through which she had been groping, but encouraging withal and soothing23 beyond measure to his anxious and harassed24 soul.
“Oliver is innocent,” she declared, turning once more to lay her hand upon the sheets containing his naive25 confession26. “The dastard27 who could shoot his host for plunder28 is capable of a second crime holding out a similar inducement. Nothing now will ever make me connect Oliver with the crime at the bridge. As you said, he was simply near enough the Hollow to toss into it the stick he had been whittling29 on his way from the oak tree. I am his advocate from this minute.”
Her eyes were still resting mechanically upon that last page lying spread out before her, and she did not observe in its full glory the first gleam of triumphant30 joy which, in all probability, Judge Ostrander’s countenance31 had shown in years. Nor did he see, in the glad confusion of the moment, the quick shudder32 with which she lifted her trembling hand away from those papers and looked up, squarely at last, into his transfigured visage.
“Oh, judge!” she murmured, bursting into a torrent33 of tears. “How you must have suffered to feel so great a relief!” Then she was still, very still, and waited for him to speak.
“I suffered,” he presently proceeded to state, “because of the knowledge which had come to me of the scandal with which circumstances threatened us. Oliver had confided34 to me (after the trial, mind, not before) the unfortunate fact of his having been in possession of the stick during those few odd minutes preceding the murder. He had also told me how he had boasted once, and in a big crowd, too, of his intention to do Etheridge. He had meant nothing by the phrase, beyond what any body means who mingles35 boasting with temper, but it was a nasty point of corroborative36 evidence; and heart-breaking as it was for me to part with him, I felt that his future career would be furthered by a fresh start in another town. You see,” he continued, a faint blush dyeing his old cheek . . . old in sorrow not in years . . . “I am revealing mysteries of my past life which I have hitherto kept strictly37 within my own breast. I cannot do this without shame, because while in the many serious conversations we have had on this subject, I have always insisted upon John Scoville’s guilt38. I have never allowed myself to admit the least fact which would in any way compromise Oliver. A cowardly attitude for a judge you will say, and you are right; but for a father — Mrs. Scoville, I love my boy. I— What’s that?”
The front door-bell was ringing.
In a flash Deborah was out of the room. It was as if she had flown with unnecessary eagerness to answer a bidding which, after all, Reuther could easily have attended to. It struck him aghast for the instant, then he began slowly to gather up the papers before him and carry them back into the other room. Had he, instead, made straight for the doorway39 leading to the front of the house, he would have come upon the figure of Deborah standing40 alone and with her face pressed in anguish41 and unspeakable despair against the lintel. Something had struck her heart and darkened her soul since that exalted42 moment in which she cried:
“Henceforth I will be Oliver’s advocate.”
When the judge at last came forth14, it was at Reuther’s bidding.
A gentleman wished to see him in the parlour.
This was so unprecedented,— even of late when the ladies did receive some callers, that he stopped short after his first instinctive43 step, to ask her if the gentleman had given his name.
She said no; but added that he was not alone; that he had a very strange and not very nice-looking person with him whom mother insisted should remain in the hall. “Mother requests you to see the gentleman, Judge Ostrander. She said you would wish to, if you once saw the person accompanying him.”
With a dark glance, not directed against her, however, the judge bade her run away to the kitchen and as far from all these troubles as she could, then, locking his door behind him, as he always did, he strode towards the front.
He found Deborah standing guard over an ill-conditioned fellow whose slouching figure slouched still more under his eye, but gave no other acknowledgment of his presence. Passing him without a second look, Judge Ostrander entered the parlour where he found no less a person than Mr. Black awaiting him.
There was no bad blood between these two whatever their past relations or present suspicions, and they were soon shaking hands with every appearance of mutual44 cordiality.
The judge was especially courteous45.
“I am glad,” said he, “of any occasion which brings you again under my roof, though from the appearance of your companion I judge the present one to be of no very agreeable character.”
“He’s honest enough,” muttered Black, with a glance towards Deborah, for the understanding of which the judge held no key. Then, changing the subject, “You had a very unfortunate experience this afternoon. Allow me to express my regret at an outbreak so totally unwarranted.”
A grumble46 came from the hall without. Evidently his charge, if we may so designate the fellow he had brought there, had his own ideas on this subject.
“Quiet out there!” shouted Mr. Black. “Mrs. Scoville, you need not trouble yourself to stand over Mr. Flannagan any longer. I’ll look after him.”
She bowed and was turning away when the judge intervened.
“Is there any objection,” he asked, “to Mrs. Scoville’s remaining present at this interview?”
“None whatever,” answered the lawyer.
“Then, Mrs. Scoville, may I request you to come in?”
If she hesitated, it was but natural. Exhaustion47 is the obvious result of so many excitements, and that she was utterly48 exhausted49 was very apparent. Mr. Black cast her a commiserating50 smile, but the judge only noticed that she entered the room at his bidding and sat down by the window. He was keying himself up to sustain a fresh excitement. He was as exhausted as she, possibly more so. He had a greater number of wearing years to his credit.
“Judge, I’m your friend;” thus Mr. Black began. “Thinking you must wish to know who started the riotous51 procedure which disgraced our town to-day, I have brought the ringleader here to answer for himself — that is, if you wish to question him.”
Judge Ostrander wheeled about, gave the man a searching look, and failing to recognise him as any one he had ever seen before, beckoned52 him in.
“I suppose,” said he, when the lounging and insolent53 figure was fairly before their eyes, “that this is not the first time you have been asked to explain your enmity to my long absent son.”
“Naw; I’ve had my talk wherever and whenever I took the notion. Oliver Ostrander hit me once. I was jest a little chap then and meanin’ no harm to any one. I kept a-pesterin’ of ’im and he hit me. He’d a better have hit a feller who hadn’t my memory. I’ve never forgiven that hit, and I never will. That’s why I’m hittin’ him now. It’s just my turn; that’s all.”
“Your turn! YOUR turn! And what do you think has given YOU an opportunity to turn on HIM?”
“I’m not in the talkin’ mood just now,” the fellow drawled, frankly54 insolent, not only in his tone but in his bearing to all present. “Nor can you make it worth my while, you gents. I’ll not take money. I’m an honest hard-workin’ man who can earn his own livin’, and you can’t pay me to keep still, or to go away from Shelby a day sooner than I want to. I was goin’ away, but I gave it up when they told me that things were beginnin’ to look black against Ol Ostrander;— that a woman had come into town who was a~stirrin’ up things generally about that old murder for which a feller had already been ‘lectrocuted, and knowin’ somethin’ myself about that murder and Ol Ostrander, I— well, I stayed.”
The quiet threat, the suggested possibility, the attack which wraps itself in vague uncertainty55, are ever the most effective. As his raucous56 voice, dry with sinister57 purpose which no man could shake, died out in an offensive drawl, Mr. Black edged a step nearer the judge, before he sprang and caught the young fellow by the coat-collar and gave him a very vigorous shake.
“See here!” he threatened. “Behave yourself and treat the judge like a gentleman or —”
“Or what?” the bulldog mouth sneered58. “See here yourself,” he now shouted, as the lawyer’s hands unloosed and he stood panting; “I’m not afeard o’ you, sir, nor of the jedge, nor of the lady nuther. I KNOWS somethin’, I do; and when I gets ready to tell it, we’ll just see whose coat-collar they’ll be handlin’. I came ‘cause I wanted to see the inside o’ the house Ol Ostrander’s father doesn’t think him good enough to live in. It’s grand; but this part here isn’t the whole of it. There’s a door somewhere which nobody never opens unless it’s the jedge there. I’d like to see what’s behind that ’ere door. If it’s somethin’ to make a good story out of, I might be got to keep quiet about this other thing. I don’t know, but I MIGHT.”
The swagger with which he said this, the confidence in himself which he showed and the reliance he so openly put in the something he knew but could not be induced to tell, acted so strongly upon Mr. Black’s nerves, that he leaped towards him again, evidently with the intention of dragging him from the house.
But the judge was not ready for this. The judge had gained a new lease of life in the last half-hour and he felt no fear of this sullen59 bill-poster for all his sly innuendoes60. He, therefore, hindered the lawyer from his purpose, by a quick gesture of so much dignity and resolve that even the lout61 himself was impressed and dropped some of his sullen bravado62.
“I have something to say to this fellow,” he announced, looking anywhere but at the drooping63 figure in the window which ought, above all things in the world, to have engaged his attention. “Perhaps he does not know his folly64. Perhaps he thinks because I was thrown aback to-day by those public charges against my son and a string of insults for which no father could be prepared, that I am seriously disturbed over the position into which such unthinking men as himself have pushed Mr. Oliver Ostrander. I might be if there were truth in these charges or any serious reason for connecting my upright and honourable65 son with the low crime of a highwayman. BUT THERE IS NOT. I aver12 it and so will this lady here whom you have doubtless recognised for the one who has stirred this matter up. You can bring no evidence to show guilt on my son’s part,”— these words he directed straight at the discomfited66 poster of bills —“BECAUSE THERE IS NO EVIDENCE TO BRING.”
Mr. Black’s eyes sparkled with admiration67. He could not have used this method with the lad, but he recognised the insight of the man who could. Bribes68 were a sign of weakness, so were suggested force and counter-attack; but scorn — a calm ignoring of the power of any one to seriously shake Oliver Ostrander’s established position — that might rouse wrath69 and bring avowal70; certainly it had shaken the man; he looked much less aggressive and self-confident than before.
However, though impressed, he was not yet ready to give in. Shuffling71 about with his feet but not yet shrinking from an encounter few men of his stamp would have cared to subject themselves to, he answered with a remark delivered with a little more civility than any of his previous ones:
“What you call evidence may not be the same as I calls evidence. If you’re satisfied at thinkin’ my word’s no good, that’s your business. I know how I should feel if I was Ol Ostrander’s father and knew what I know.”
“Let him go,” spoke72 up a wavering voice. It was Deborah’s.
But the judge was deaf to the warning. Deborah’s voice had but reminded him of Deborah’s presence. Its tone had escaped him. He was too engrossed73 in the purpose he had in mind to notice shades of inflection.
But Mr. Black had, and quick as thought he echoed her request:
“He is forgetting himself. Let him go, Judge Ostrander.”
But that astute74 magistrate75, wise in all other causes but his own, was no more ready now than before to do this.
“In a moment,” he conceded. “Let me first make sure that this man understands me. I have said that there exists no evidence against my son. I did not mean that there may not be supposed evidence. That is more than probable. No suspicion could have been felt and none of these outrageous76 charges made, without that. He was unfortunate enough not only to have been in the ravine that night but to have picked up Scoville’s stick and carried it towards the bridge, whittling it as he went. But his connection with the crime ends there. He dropped this stick before he came to where the wood path joins Factory Road; and another hand than his raised it against Etheridge. This I aver; and this the lady here will aver. You have probably already recognised her. If not, allow me to tell you that she is the lady whose efforts have brought back this case to the public mind: Mrs. Scoville, the wife of John Scoville and the one of all others who has the greatest interest in proving her husband’s innocence77. If she says, that after the most careful inquiry78 and a conscientious79 reconsideration of this case, she has found herself forced to come to the conclusion that justice has already been satisfied in this matter, you will believe her, won’t you?”
“I don’t know,” drawled the man, a low and cunning expression lighting80 up his ugly countenance. “She wants to marry her daughter to your son. Any live dog is better than a dead one; I guess her opinion don’t go for much.”
Recoiling81 before a cynicism that pierced with unerring skill the one joint82 in his armour83 he knew to be vulnerable, the judge took a minute in which to control his rage and then addressing the half~averted figure in the window said:
“Mrs. Scoville, will you assure this man that you have no expectations of marrying your daughter to Oliver Ostrander?”
With a slow movement more suggestive of despair than any she had been seen to make since the hour of her indecision had first struck, she shifted in her seat and finally faced them, with the assertion:
“Reuther Scoville will never marry Oliver Ostrander. Whatever my wishes or willingness in the matter, she herself is so determined84. Not because she does not believe in his integrity, for she does; but because she will not unite herself to one whose prospects85 in life are more to her than her own happiness.”
The fellow stared, then laughed:
“She’s a goodun,” he sneered. “And you believe that bosh?”
Mr. Black could no longer contain himself.
“I believe you to be the biggest rascal86 in town,” he shouted. “Get out, or I won’t answer for myself. Ladies are not to be treated in this manner.”
Did he remember his own rough handling of the sex on the witness stand?
“I didn’t ask to see the ladies,” protested Flannagan, turning with a slinking gait towards the door.
If they only had let him go! If the judge in his new self~confidence had not been so anxious to deepen the effect and make any future repetition of the situation impossible!
“You understand the lady,” he interposed, with the quiet dignity which was so imposing87 on the bench. “She has no sympathy with your ideas and no faith in your conclusions. She believes absolutely in my son’s innocence.”
“Do you, ma’am?” The man had turned and was surveying her with the dogged impudence88 of his class. “I’d like to hear you say it, if you don’t mind, ma’am. Perhaps, then, I’ll believe it.”
“I—” she began, trembling so, that she failed to reach her feet, although she made one spasmodic effort to do so. “I believe — Oh, I feel ill! It’s been too much — I—” her head fell forward and she turned herself quite away from them all.
“You see she ain’t so eager, jedge, as you thought,” laughed the bill-poster, with a clumsy bow he evidently meant to be sarcastic89.
“Oh, what have I done!” moaned Deborah, starting up as though she would fling herself after the retreating figure, now half way down the hall.
She saw in the look of the judge as he forcibly stopped her, and heard in the lawyer’s whisper as he bounded past them both to see the fellow out: “Useless; nothing will bridle90 him now”; and finding no support for her despairing spirit either on earth or, as she thought, in heaven, she collapsed91 where she sat and fell unnoticed to the floor, where she lay prone92 at the feet of the equally unconscious figure of the judge, fixed93 in another attack of his peculiar94 complaint.
And thus the lawyer found them when he returned from closing the gate behind Flannagan.
收听单词发音 |
1
abode
|
|
| n.住处，住所 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
exclamation
|
|
| n.感叹号，惊呼，惊叹词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
rehabilitated
|
|
| 改造（罪犯等）( rehabilitate的过去式和过去分词 )； 使恢复正常生活； 使恢复原状； 修复 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
bluff
|
|
| v.虚张声势，用假象骗人；n.虚张声势，欺骗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
antipathy
|
|
| n.憎恶；反感，引起反感的人或事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
verge
|
|
| n.边，边缘；v.接近，濒临 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
apathy
|
|
| n.漠不关心，无动于衷；冷淡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
mania
|
|
| n.疯狂；躁狂症，狂热，癖好 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
veering
|
|
| n.改变的；犹豫的；顺时针方向转向；特指使船尾转向上风来改变航向v.（尤指交通工具）改变方向或路线( veer的现在分词 )；（指谈话内容、人的行为或观点）突然改变；（指风） （在北半球按顺时针方向、在南半球按逆时针方向）逐渐转向；风向顺时针转 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
speculation
|
|
| n.思索，沉思；猜测；投机 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
tavern
|
|
| n.小旅馆，客栈；小酒店 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
aver
|
|
| v.极力声明；断言；确证 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
ingenuous
|
|
| adj.纯朴的，单纯的；天真的；坦率的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
obedience
|
|
| n.服从，顺从 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
ruffling
|
|
| 弄皱( ruffle的现在分词 )； 弄乱； 激怒； 扰乱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
exclamations
|
|
| n.呼喊( exclamation的名词复数 )；感叹；感叹语；感叹词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
drawn
|
|
| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
droop
|
|
| v.低垂，下垂；凋萎，萎靡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
disconsolately
|
|
| adv.悲伤地，愁闷地；哭丧着脸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
eloquent
|
|
| adj.雄辩的，口才流利的；明白显示出的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
imperative
|
|
| n.命令，需要；规则；祈使语气；adj.强制的；紧急的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
soothing
|
|
| adj.慰藉的；使人宽心的；镇静的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
harassed
|
|
| adj. 疲倦的，厌烦的 动词harass的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
naive
|
|
| adj.幼稚的，轻信的；天真的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
confession
|
|
| n.自白，供认，承认 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
dastard
|
|
| n.卑怯之人，懦夫；adj.怯懦的，畏缩的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
plunder
|
|
| vt.劫掠财物，掠夺；n.劫掠物，赃物；劫掠 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
whittling
|
|
| v.切，削（木头），使逐渐变小( whittle的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
triumphant
|
|
| adj.胜利的，成功的；狂欢的，喜悦的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
countenance
|
|
| n.脸色，面容；面部表情；vt.支持，赞同 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
shudder
|
|
| v.战粟，震动，剧烈地摇晃；n.战粟，抖动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
torrent
|
|
| n.激流，洪流；爆发，(话语等的)连发 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
confided
|
|
| v.吐露（秘密，心事等）( confide的过去式和过去分词 )；（向某人）吐露（隐私、秘密等） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
mingles
|
|
| 混合，混入( mingle的第三人称单数 )； 混进，与…交往[联系] | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
corroborative
|
|
| adj.确证（性）的，确凿的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
strictly
|
|
| adv.严厉地，严格地；严密地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
guilt
|
|
| n.犯罪；内疚；过失，罪责 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
doorway
|
|
| n.门口，(喻)入门；门路，途径 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
anguish
|
|
| n.(尤指心灵上的)极度痛苦，烦恼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
exalted
|
|
| adj.(地位等)高的，崇高的；尊贵的，高尚的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
instinctive
|
|
| adj.(出于)本能的；直觉的；(出于)天性的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
mutual
|
|
| adj.相互的，彼此的；共同的，共有的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
courteous
|
|
| adj.彬彬有礼的，客气的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
grumble
|
|
| vi.抱怨；咕哝；n.抱怨，牢骚；咕哝，隆隆声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
exhaustion
|
|
| n.耗尽枯竭，疲惫，筋疲力尽，竭尽，详尽无遗的论述 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
utterly
|
|
| adv.完全地，绝对地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
exhausted
|
|
| adj.极其疲惫的，精疲力尽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
commiserating
|
|
| v.怜悯，同情( commiserate的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
riotous
|
|
| adj.骚乱的；狂欢的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
beckoned
|
|
| v.（用头或手的动作）示意，召唤( beckon的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
insolent
|
|
| adj.傲慢的，无理的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
frankly
|
|
| adv.坦白地，直率地；坦率地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
uncertainty
|
|
| n.易变，靠不住，不确知，不确定的事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
raucous
|
|
| adj.(声音)沙哑的，粗糙的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
sinister
|
|
| adj.不吉利的，凶恶的，左边的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
sneered
|
|
| 讥笑，冷笑( sneer的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
sullen
|
|
| adj.愠怒的，闷闷不乐的，(天气等)阴沉的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
innuendoes
|
|
| n.影射的话( innuendo的名词复数 )；讽刺的话；含沙射影；暗讽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
lout
|
|
| n.粗鄙的人；举止粗鲁的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
bravado
|
|
| n.虚张声势，故作勇敢，逞能 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
drooping
|
|
| adj. 下垂的，无力的 动词droop的现在分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
folly
|
|
| n.愚笨，愚蠢，蠢事，蠢行，傻话 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
honourable
|
|
| adj.可敬的；荣誉的，光荣的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
discomfited
|
|
| v.使为难( discomfit的过去式和过去分词)；使狼狈；使挫折；挫败 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
admiration
|
|
| n.钦佩，赞美，羡慕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
bribes
|
|
| n.贿赂( bribe的名词复数 )；向（某人）行贿，贿赂v.贿赂( bribe的第三人称单数 )；向（某人）行贿，贿赂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
wrath
|
|
| n.愤怒，愤慨，暴怒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
avowal
|
|
| n.公开宣称，坦白承认 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
shuffling
|
|
| adj. 慢慢移动的, 滑移的 动词shuffle的现在分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
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： |
|
|
|
|
73
engrossed
|
|
| adj.全神贯注的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
astute
|
|
| adj.机敏的，精明的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
magistrate
|
|
| n.地方行政官，地方法官，治安官 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
outrageous
|
|
| adj.无理的，令人不能容忍的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
innocence
|
|
| n.无罪；天真；无害 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
inquiry
|
|
| n.打听，询问，调查，查问 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
conscientious
|
|
| adj.审慎正直的，认真的，本着良心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
lighting
|
|
| n.照明，光线的明暗，舞台灯光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
recoiling
|
|
| v.畏缩( recoil的现在分词 )；退缩；报应；返回 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
joint
|
|
| adj.联合的，共同的；n.关节，接合处；v.连接，贴合 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
armour
|
|
| （=armor）n.盔甲；装甲部队 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
determined
|
|
| adj.坚定的；有决心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
prospects
|
|
| n.希望，前途(恒为复数) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
rascal
|
|
| n.流氓；不诚实的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
imposing
|
|
| adj.使人难忘的，壮丽的，堂皇的，雄伟的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
impudence
|
|
| n.厚颜无耻；冒失；无礼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
sarcastic
|
|
| adj.讥讽的，讽刺的，嘲弄的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
bridle
|
|
| n.笼头，束缚；vt.抑制，约束；动怒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
collapsed
|
|
| adj.倒塌的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
prone
|
|
| adj.(to)易于…的，很可能…的；俯卧的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
93
fixed
|
|
| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
94
peculiar
|
|
| adj.古怪的，异常的；特殊的，特有的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |