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Her father had been fighting with the council again. Arya could see it on his face when he came totable, late again, as he had been so often. The first course, a thick sweet soup made with pumpkins,had already been taken away when Ned Stark1 strode into the Small Hall. They called it that to set itapart from the Great Hall, where the king could feast a thousand, but it was a long room with a highvaulted ceiling and bench space for two hundred at its trestle tables.

“My lord,” Jory said when Father entered. He rose to his feet, and the rest of the guard rose withhim. Each man wore a new cloak, heavy grey wool with a white satin border. A hand of beaten silverclutched the woolen2 folds of each cloak and marked their wearers as men of the Hand’s householdguard. There were only fifty of them, so most of the benches were empty.

“Be seated,” Eddard Stark said. “I see you have started without me. I am pleased to know thereare still some men of sense in this city.” He signaled for the meal to resume. The servants beganbringing out platters of ribs3, roasted in a crust of garlic and herbs.

“The talk in the yard is we shall have a tourney, my lord,” Jory said as he resumed his seat. “Theysay that knights4 will come from all over the realm to joust6 and feast in honor of your appointment asHand of the King.”

Arya could see that her father was not very happy about that. “Do they also say this is the last thingin the world I would have wished?”

Sansa’s eyes had grown wide as the plates. “A tourney,” she breathed. She was seated betweenSepta Mordane and Jeyne Poole, as far from Arya as she could get without drawing a reproach fromFather. “Will we be permitted to go, Father?”

“You know my feelings, Sansa. It seems I must arrange Robert’s games and pretend to behonored for his sake. That does not mean I must subject my daughters to this folly7.”

“Oh, please,” Sansa said. “I want to see.”

Septa Mordane spoke8 up. “Princess Myrcella will be there, my lord, and her younger than LadySansa. All the ladies of the court will be expected at a grand event like this, and as the tourney is inyour honor, it would look queer if your family did not attend.”

Father looked pained. “I suppose so. Very well, I shall arrange a place for you, Sansa.” He sawArya. “For both of you.”

“I don’t care about their stupid tourney,” Arya said. She knew Prince Joffrey would be there, andshe hated Prince Joffrey.

Sansa lifted her head. “It will be a splendid event. You shan’t be wanted.”

Anger flashed across Father’s face. “Enough, Sansa. More of that and you will change my mind. Iam weary unto death of this endless war you two are fighting. You are sisters. I expect you to behavelike sisters, is that understood?”

Sansa bit her lip and nodded. Arya lowered her face to stare sullenly9 at her plate. She could feeltears stinging her eyes. She rubbed them away angrily, determined10 not to cry.

The only sound was the clatter11 of knives and forks. “Pray excuse me,” her father announced to thetable. “I find I have small appetite tonight.” He walked from the hall.

After he was gone, Sansa exchanged excited whispers with Jeyne Poole. Down the table Jorylaughed at a joke, and Hullen started in about horseflesh. “Your warhorse, now, he may not be thebest one for the joust. Not the same thing, oh, no, not the same at all.” The men had heard it all before; Desmond, Jacks12, and Hullen’s son Harwin shouted him down together, and Porther calledfor more wine.

efore; Desmond, Jacks, and Hullen’s son Harwin shouted him down together, and Porther calledfor more wine.

No one talked to Arya. She didn’t care. She liked it that way. She would have eaten her meals alonein her bedchamber if they let her. Sometimes they did, when Father had to dine with the king or somelord or the envoys14 from this place or that place. The rest of the time, they ate in his solar, just him andher and Sansa. That was when Arya missed her brothers most. She wanted to tease Bran and play withbaby Rickon and have Robb smile at her. She wanted Jon to muss up her hair and call her “littlesister” and finish her sentences with her. But all of them were gone. She had no one left but Sansa,and Sansa wouldn’t even talk to her unless Father made her.

Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say thata lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” sheheard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” AtWinterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would beasked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers15 and bread storesand servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armorand swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might beHullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or evenOld Nan with her stories.

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father’s table and listen to them talk. She had lovedlistening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold youngsquires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies fromthe kitchen. Their wives gave her scones16 and she invented names for their babies and playedmonsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tomused to call her “Arya Underfoot,” because he said that was where she always was. She’d liked that alot better than “Arya Horseface.”

Only that was Winterfell, a world away, and now everything was changed. This was the first timethey had supped with the men since arriving in King’s Landing. Arya hated it. She hated the soundsof their voices now, the way they laughed, the stories they told. They’d been her friends, she’d feltsafe around them, but now she knew that was a lie. They’d let the queen kill Lady, that was horribleenough, but then the Hound found Mycah. Jeyne Poole had told Arya that he’d cut him up in so manypieces that they’d given him back to the butcher in a bag, and at first the poor man had thought it wasa pig they’d slaughtered17. And no one had raised a voice or drawn18 a blade or anything, not Harwinwho always talked so bold, or Alyn who was going to be a knight5, or Jory who was captain of theguard. Not even her father.

“He was my friend,” Arya whispered into her plate, so low that no one could hear. Her ribs satthere untouched, grown cold now, a thin film of grease congealing19 beneath them on the plate. Aryalooked at them and felt ill. She pushed away from the table.

“Pray, where do you think you are going, young lady?” Septa Mordane asked.

“I’m not hungry.” Arya found it an effort to remember her courtesies. “May I be excused,please?” she recited stiffly.

“You may not,” the septa said. “You have scarcely touched your food. You will sit down andclean your plate.”

“You clean it!” Before anyone could stop her, Arya bolted for the door as the men laughed andSepta Mordane called loudly after her, her voice rising higher and higher.

Fat Tom was at his post, guarding the door to the Tower of the Hand. He blinked when he sawArya rushing toward him and heard the septa’s shouts. “Here now, little one, hold on,” he started tosay, reaching, but Arya slid between his legs and then she was running up the winding20 tower steps,her feet hammering on the stone while Fat Tom huffed and puffed21 behind her.

Her bedchamber was the only place that Arya liked in all of King’s Landing, and the thing sheliked best about it was the door, a massive slab22 of dark oak with black iron bands. When she slammedthat door and dropped the heavy crossbar, nobody could get into her room, not Septa Mordane or FatTom or Sansa or Jory or the Hound, nobody! She slammed it now.

When the bar was down, Arya finally felt safe enough to cry.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It wasall her fault, everything bad that had happened. Sansa said so, and Jeyne too.

Fat Tom was knocking on her door. “Arya girl, what’s wrong?” he called out. “You in there?”

“No!” she shouted. The knocking stopped. A moment later she heard him going away. Fat Tomwas always easy to fool.

Arya went to the chest at the foot of her bed. She knelt, opened the lid, and began pulling herclothes out with both hands, grabbing handfuls of silk and satin and velvet23 and wool and tossing themon the floor. It was there at the bottom of the chest, where she’d hidden it. Arya lifted it out almosttenderly and drew the slender blade from its sheath.


She thought of Mycah again and her eyes filled with tears. Her fault, her fault, her fault. If she hadnever asked him to play at swords with her …There was a pounding at her door, louder than before. “Arya Stark, you open this door at once, doyou hear me?”

Arya spun24 around, with Needle in her hand. “You better not come in here!” she warned. Sheslashed at the air savagely25.

“The Hand will hear of this!” Septa Mordane raged.

“I don’t care,” Arya screamed. “Go away.”

“You will rue26 this insolent27 behavior, young lady, I promise you that.” Arya listened at the dooruntil she heard the sound of the septa’s receding28 footsteps.

She went back to the window, Needle in hand, and looked down into the courtyard below. If onlyshe could climb like Bran, she thought; she would go out the window and down the tower, run awayfrom this horrible place, away from Sansa and Septa Mordane and Prince Joffrey, from all of them.

Steal some food from the kitchens, take Needle and her good boots and a warm cloak. She could findNymeria in the wild woods below the Trident, and together they’d return to Winterfell, or run to Jonon the Wall. She found herself wishing that Jon was here with her now. Then maybe she wouldn’tfeel so alone.

A soft knock at the door behind her turned Arya away from the window and her dreams of escape.

“Arya,” her father’s voice called out. “Open the door. We need to talk.”

Arya crossed the room and lifted the crossbar. Father was alone. He seemed more sad than angry.

That made Arya feel even worse. “May I come in?” Arya nodded, then dropped her eyes, ashamed.

Father closed the door. “Whose sword is that?”

“Mine.” Arya had almost forgotten Needle, in her hand.

“Give it to me.”

Reluctantly Arya surrendered her sword, wondering if she would ever hold it again. Her fatherturned it in the light, examining both sides of the blade. He tested the point with his thumb. “Abravo’s blade,” he said. “Yet it seems to me that I know this maker’s mark. This is Mikken’s work.”

Arya could not lie to him. She lowered her eyes.

Lord Eddard Stark sighed. “My nine-year-old daughter is being armed from my own forge, and Iknow nothing of it. The Hand of the King is expected to rule the Seven Kingdoms, yet it seems Icannot even rule my own household. How is it that you come to own a sword, Arya? Where did youget this?”

Arya chewed her lip and said nothing. She would not betray Jon, not even to their father.

After a while, Father said, “I don’t suppose it matters, truly.” He looked down gravely at the swordin his hands. “This is no toy for children, least of all for a girl. What would Septa Mordane say if sheknew you were playing with swords?”

“I wasn’t playing,” Arya insisted. “I hate Septa Mordane.”

“That’s enough.” Her father’s voice was curt29 and hard. “The septa is doing no more than is herduty, though gods know you have made it a struggle for the poor woman. Your mother and I havecharged her with the impossible task of making you a lady.”

“I don’t want to be a lady!” Arya flared30.

“I ought to snap this toy across my knee here and now, and put an end to this nonsense.”

“Needle wouldn’t break,” Arya said defiantly31, but her voice betrayed her words.

“It has a name, does it?” Her father sighed. “Ah, Arya. You have a wildness in you, child. ‘Thewolf blood,’ my father used to call it. Lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother Brandon more than atouch. It brought them both to an early grave.” Arya heard sadness in his voice; he did not often speakof his father, or of the brother and sister who had died before she was born. “Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even looklike her.”

klike her.”

“Lyanna was beautiful,” Arya said, startled. Everybody said so. It was not a thing that was eversaid of Arya.

“She was,” Eddard Stark agreed, “beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.” He lifted thesword, held it out between them. “Arya, what did you think to do with this … Needle? Who did youhope to skewer32? Your sister? Septa Mordane? Do you know the first thing about sword fighting?”

All she could think of was the lesson Jon had given her. “Stick them with the pointy end,” sheblurted out.

Her father snorted back laughter. “That is the essence of it, I suppose.”

Arya desperately33 wanted to explain, to make him see. “I was trying to learn, but …” Her eyes filledwith tears. “I asked Mycah to practice with me.” The grief came on her all at once. She turned away,shaking. “I asked him,” she cried. “It was my fault, it was me …”

Suddenly her father’s arms were around her. He held her gently as she turned to him and sobbedagainst his chest. “No, sweet one,” he murmured. “Grieve for your friend, but never blame yourself.

You did not kill the butcher’s boy. That murder lies at the Hound’s door, him and the cruel woman heserves.”

“I hate them,” Arya confided34, red-faced, sniffling. “The Hound and the queen and the king andPrince Joffrey. I hate all of them. Joffrey lied, it wasn’t the way he said. I hate Sansa too. She didremember, she just lied so Joffrey would like her.”

“We all lie,” her father said. “Or did you truly think I’d believe that Nymeria ran off?”

Arya blushed guiltily. “Jory promised not to tell.”

“Jory kept his word,” her father said with a smile. “There are some things I do not need to be told.

Even a blind man could see that wolf would never have left you willingly.”

“We had to throw rocks,” she said miserably35. “I told her to run, to go be free, that I didn’t wanther anymore. There were other wolves for her to play with, we heard them howling, and Jory said thewoods were full of game, so she’d have deer to hunt. Only she kept following, and finally we had tothrow rocks. I hit her twice. She whined36 and looked at me and I felt so ’shamed, but it was right,wasn’t it? The queen would have killed her.”

“It was right,” her father said. “And even the lie was … not without honor.” He’d put Needleaside when he went to Arya to embrace her. Now he took the blade up again and walked to thewindow, where he stood for a moment, looking out across the courtyard. When he turned back, hiseyes were thoughtful. He seated himself on the window seat, Needle across his lap. “Arya, sit down. Ineed to try and explain some things to you.”

She perched anxiously on the edge of her bed. “You are too young to be burdened with all mycares,” he told her, “but you are also a Stark of Winterfell. You know our words.”

“Winter is coming,” Arya whispered.

“The hard cruel times,” her father said. “We tasted them on the Trident, child, and when Bran fell.

You were born in the long summer, sweet one, you’ve never known anything else, but now the winteris truly coming. Remember the sigil of our House, Arya.”

“The direwolf,” she said, thinking of Nymeria. She hugged her knees against her chest, suddenlyafraid.

“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow,the lone13 wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we mustprotect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate thosewho would truly do us harm. Septa Mordane is a good woman, and Sansa … Sansa is your sister. Youmay be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. Youneed her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me.”

He sounded so tired that it made Arya sad. “I don’t hate Sansa,” she told him. “Not truly.” It wasonly half a lie.

“I do not mean to frighten you, but neither will I lie to you. We have come to a dark dangerousplace, child. This is not Winterfell. We have enemies who mean us ill. We cannot fight a war amongourselves. This willfulness of yours, the running off, the angry words, the disobedience … at home,these were only the summer games of a child. Here and now, with winter soon upon us, that is adifferent matter. It is time to begin growing up.”

“I will,” Arya vowed37. She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant. “I can be strongtoo. I can be as strong as Robb.”

He held Needle out to her, hilt first. “Here.”

She looked at the sword with wonder in her eyes. For a moment she was afraid to touch it, afraidthat if she reached for it it would be snatched away again, but then her father said, “Go on, it’s yours,”

and she took it in her hand.

“I can keep it?” she said. “For true?”

“For true.” He smiled. “If I took it away, no doubt I’d find a morningstar hidden under yourpillow within the fortnight. Try not to stab your sister, whatever the provocation38.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Arya clutched Needle tightly to her chest as her father took his leave.

The next morning, as they broke their fast, she apologized to Septa Mordane and asked for herpardon. The septa peered at her suspiciously, but Father nodded.

Three days later, at midday, her father’s steward39 Vayon Poole sent Arya to the Small Hall. Thetrestle tables had been dismantled40 and the benches shoved against the walls. The hall seemed empty,until an unfamiliar41 voice said, “You are late, boy.” A slight man with a bald head and a great beak42 ofa nose stepped out of the shadows, holding a pair of slender wooden swords. “Tomorrow you will behere at midday,” He had an accent, the lilt of the Free Cities, Braavos perhaps, or Myr.

“Who are you?” Arya asked.

“I am your dancing master.” He tossed her one of the wooden blades. She grabbed for it, missed,and heard it clatter to the floor. “Tomorrow you will catch it. Now pick it up.”

It was not just a stick, but a true wooden sword complete with grip and guard and pommel. Aryapicked it up and clutched it nervously43 with both hands, holding it out in front of her. It was heavierthan it looked, much heavier than Needle.

The bald man clicked his teeth together. “That is not the way, boy. This is not a greatsword that isneeding two hands to swing it. You will take the blade in one hand.”

“It’s too heavy,” Arya said.

“It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong, and for the balancing. A hollow inside is filledwith lead, just so. One hand now is all that is needing.”

Arya took her right hand off the grip and wiped her sweaty palm on her pants. She held the swordin her left hand. He seemed to approve. “The left is good. All is reversed, it will make your enemiesmore awkward. Now you are standing44 wrong. Turn your body sideface, yes, so. You are skinny as theshaft of a spear, do you know. That is good too, the target is smaller. Now the grip. Let me see.” Hemoved closer and peered at her hand, prying45 her fingers apart, rearranging them. “Just so, yes. Do notsqueeze it so tight, no, the grip must be deft46, delicate.”

“What if I drop it?” Arya said.

“The steel must be part of your arm,” the bald man told her. “Can you drop part of your arm? No.

Nine years Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos, he knows these things. Listen tohim, boy.”

It was the third time he had called her “boy.” “I’m a girl,” Arya objected.

“Boy, girl,” Syrio Forel said. “You are a sword, that is all.” He clicked his teeth together. “Just so,that is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe, you are holding a—”

“—needle,” Arya finished for him, fiercely.

“Just so. Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of Westeroswe are learning, the knight’s dance, hacking47 and hammering, no. This is the bravo’s dance, the waterdance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, thewater leaks out and they die.” He took a step backward, raised his own wooden blade. “Now you willtry to strike me.”

Arya tried to strike him. She tried for four hours, until every muscle in her body was sore andaching, while Syrio Forel clicked his teeth together and told her what to do.

The next day their real work began.


1 stark lGszd     
  • The young man is faced with a stark choice.这位年轻人面临严峻的抉择。
  • He gave a stark denial to the rumor.他对谣言加以完全的否认。
2 woolen 0fKw9     
  • She likes to wear woolen socks in winter.冬天她喜欢穿羊毛袜。
  • There is one bar of woolen blanket on that bed.那张床上有一条毛毯。
3 ribs 24fc137444401001077773555802b280     
n.肋骨( rib的名词复数 );(船或屋顶等的)肋拱;肋骨状的东西;(织物的)凸条花纹
  • He suffered cracked ribs and bruising. 他断了肋骨还有挫伤。
  • Make a small incision below the ribs. 在肋骨下方切开一个小口。
4 knights 2061bac208c7bdd2665fbf4b7067e468     
骑士; (中古时代的)武士( knight的名词复数 ); 骑士; 爵士; (国际象棋中)马
  • stories of knights and fair maidens 关于骑士和美女的故事
  • He wove a fascinating tale of knights in shining armour. 他编了一个穿着明亮盔甲的骑士的迷人故事。
5 knight W2Hxk     
  • He was made an honourary knight.他被授予荣誉爵士称号。
  • A knight rode on his richly caparisoned steed.一个骑士骑在装饰华丽的马上。
6 joust m3Lyi     
  • Knights joust and frolic.骑士们骑马比武,嬉戏作乐。
  • This a joust for the fate of the kingdom!一场决定王国命运的战斗。
7 folly QgOzL     
  • Learn wisdom by the folly of others.从别人的愚蠢行动中学到智慧。
  • Events proved the folly of such calculations.事情的进展证明了这种估计是愚蠢的。
8 spoke XryyC     
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
  • They sourced the spoke nuts from our company.他们的轮辐螺帽是从我们公司获得的。
  • The spokes of a wheel are the bars that connect the outer ring to the centre.辐条是轮子上连接外圈与中心的条棒。
9 sullenly f65ccb557a7ca62164b31df638a88a71     
  • 'so what?" Tom said sullenly. “那又怎么样呢?”汤姆绷着脸说。
  • Emptiness after the paper, I sIt'sullenly in front of the stove. 报看完,想不出能找点什么事做,只好一人坐在火炉旁生气。
10 determined duszmP     
  • I have determined on going to Tibet after graduation.我已决定毕业后去西藏。
  • He determined to view the rooms behind the office.他决定查看一下办公室后面的房间。
11 clatter 3bay7     
  • The dishes and bowls slid together with a clatter.碟子碗碰得丁丁当当的。
  • Don't clatter your knives and forks.别把刀叉碰得咔哒响。
12 jacks 2b0facb0ce94beb5f627e3c22cc18d34     
n.抓子游戏;千斤顶( jack的名词复数 );(电)插孔;[电子学]插座;放弃
  • Hydraulic jacks under the machine produce the movement. 是机器下面的液压千斤顶造成的移动。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The front end is equipped with hydraulic jacks used for grade adjustment. 前瑞安装有液压千斤顶用来调整坡度。 来自辞典例句
13 lone Q0cxL     
  • A lone sea gull flew across the sky.一只孤独的海鸥在空中飞过。
  • She could see a lone figure on the deserted beach.她在空旷的海滩上能看到一个孤独的身影。
14 envoys fe850873669d975a9344f0cba10070d2     
使节( envoy的名词复数 ); 公使; 谈判代表; 使节身份
  • the routine tit for tat when countries expel each other's envoys 国家相互驱逐对方使节这种惯常的报复行动
  • Marco Polo's travelogue mentions that Kublai Khan sent envoys to Malgache. 马可波罗游记中提到忽必烈曾派使节到马尔加什。
15 coppers 3646702fee6ab6f4a49ba7aa30fb82d1     
铜( copper的名词复数 ); 铜币
  • I only paid a few coppers for it. 我只花了几个铜板买下这东西。
  • He had only a few coppers in his pocket. 他兜里仅有几个铜板。
16 scones 851500ddb2eb42d0ca038d69fbf83f7e     
n.烤饼,烤小圆面包( scone的名词复数 )
  • scones and jam with clotted cream 夹有凝脂奶油和果酱的烤饼
  • She makes scones and cakes for the delectation of visitors. 她烘制了烤饼和蛋糕供客人享用。 来自辞典例句
17 slaughtered 59ed88f0d23c16f58790fb11c4a5055d     
v.屠杀,杀戮,屠宰( slaughter的过去式和过去分词 )
  • The invading army slaughtered a lot of people. 侵略军杀了许多人。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Hundreds of innocent civilians were cruelly slaughtered. 数百名无辜平民遭残杀。 来自《简明英汉词典》
18 drawn MuXzIi     
  • All the characters in the story are drawn from life.故事中的所有人物都取材于生活。
  • Her gaze was drawn irresistibly to the scene outside.她的目光禁不住被外面的风景所吸引。
19 congealing bdafca10dbaddc917ad622b6293452a9     
v.使凝结,冻结( congeal的现在分词 );(指血)凝结
  • Vague European uneasiness was congealing into panic. 欧洲各国先是隐约不安,后来逐渐惊慌失措起来。 来自辞典例句
  • The process of congealing or the state of being congealed. 凝结的过程或被凝结后的状态。 来自互联网
20 winding Ue7z09     
  • A winding lane led down towards the river.一条弯弯曲曲的小路通向河边。
  • The winding trail caused us to lose our orientation.迂回曲折的小道使我们迷失了方向。
21 puffed 72b91de7f5a5b3f6bdcac0d30e24f8ca     
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
  • He lit a cigarette and puffed at it furiously. 他点燃了一支香烟,狂吸了几口。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • He felt grown-up, puffed up with self-importance. 他觉得长大了,便自以为了不起。 来自《简明英汉词典》
22 slab BTKz3     
  • This heavy slab of oak now stood between the bomb and Hitler.这时笨重的橡木厚板就横在炸弹和希特勒之间了。
  • The monument consists of two vertical pillars supporting a horizontal slab.这座纪念碑由两根垂直的柱体构成,它们共同支撑着一块平板。
23 velvet 5gqyO     
  • This material feels like velvet.这料子摸起来像丝绒。
  • The new settlers wore the finest silk and velvet clothing.新来的移民穿着最华丽的丝绸和天鹅绒衣服。
24 spun kvjwT     
  • His grandmother spun him a yarn at the fire.他奶奶在火炉边给他讲故事。
  • Her skilful fingers spun the wool out to a fine thread.她那灵巧的手指把羊毛纺成了细毛线。
25 savagely 902f52b3c682f478ddd5202b40afefb9     
adv. 野蛮地,残酷地
  • The roses had been pruned back savagely. 玫瑰被狠狠地修剪了一番。
  • He snarled savagely at her. 他向她狂吼起来。
26 rue 8DGy6     
  • You'll rue having failed in the examination.你会悔恨考试失败。
  • You're going to rue this the longest day that you live.你要终身悔恨不尽呢。
27 insolent AbGzJ     
  • His insolent manner really got my blood up.他那傲慢的态度把我的肺都气炸了。
  • It was insolent of them to demand special treatment.他们要求给予特殊待遇,脸皮真厚。
28 receding c22972dfbef8589fece6affb72f431d1     
v.逐渐远离( recede的现在分词 );向后倾斜;自原处后退或避开别人的注视;尤指问题
  • Desperately he struck out after the receding lights of the yacht. 游艇的灯光渐去渐远,他拼命划水追赶。 来自辞典例句
  • Sounds produced by vehicles receding from us seem lower-pitched than usual. 渐渐远离我们的运载工具发出的声似乎比平常的音调低。 来自辞典例句
29 curt omjyx     
  • He gave me an extremely curt answer.他对我作了极为草率的答复。
  • He rapped out a series of curt commands.他大声发出了一连串简短的命令。
30 Flared Flared     
adj. 端部张开的, 爆发的, 加宽的, 漏斗式的 动词flare的过去式和过去分词
  • The match flared and went out. 火柴闪亮了一下就熄了。
  • The fire flared up when we thought it was out. 我们以为火已经熄灭,但它突然又燃烧起来。
31 defiantly defiantly     
  • Braving snow and frost, the plum trees blossomed defiantly. 红梅傲雪凌霜开。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • She tilted her chin at him defiantly. 她向他翘起下巴表示挑衅。 来自《简明英汉词典》
32 skewer 2E3yI     
  • I used a skewer to make an extra hole in my belt.我用扦子在腰带上又打了一个眼儿。
  • He skewered his victim through the neck.他用扦子刺穿了受害人的脖子。
33 desperately cu7znp     
  • He was desperately seeking a way to see her again.他正拼命想办法再见她一面。
  • He longed desperately to be back at home.他非常渴望回家。
34 confided 724f3f12e93e38bec4dda1e47c06c3b1     
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)
  • She confided all her secrets to her best friend. 她向她最要好的朋友倾吐了自己所有的秘密。
  • He confided to me that he had spent five years in prison. 他私下向我透露,他蹲过五年监狱。 来自《简明英汉词典》
35 miserably zDtxL     
  • The little girl was wailing miserably. 那小女孩难过得号啕大哭。
  • It was drizzling, and miserably cold and damp. 外面下着毛毛细雨,天气又冷又湿,令人难受。 来自《简明英汉词典》
36 whined cb507de8567f4d63145f632630148984     
v.哀号( whine的过去式和过去分词 );哀诉,诉怨
  • The dog whined at the door, asking to be let out. 狗在门前嚎叫着要出去。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
  • He whined and pouted when he did not get what he wanted. 他要是没得到想要的东西就会发牢骚、撅嘴。 来自辞典例句
37 vowed 6996270667378281d2f9ee561353c089     
  • He vowed quite solemnly that he would carry out his promise. 他非常庄严地发誓要实现他的诺言。
  • I vowed to do more of the cooking myself. 我发誓自己要多动手做饭。
38 provocation QB9yV     
  • He's got a fiery temper and flares up at the slightest provocation.他是火爆性子,一点就着。
  • They did not react to this provocation.他们对这一挑衅未作反应。
39 steward uUtzw     
  • He's the steward of the club.他是这家俱乐部的管理员。
  • He went around the world as a ship's steward.他当客船服务员,到过世界各地。
40 dismantled 73a4c4fbed1e8a5ab30949425a267145     
拆开( dismantle的过去式和过去分词 ); 拆卸; 废除; 取消
  • The plant was dismantled of all its equipment and furniture. 这家工厂的设备和家具全被拆除了。
  • The Japanese empire was quickly dismantled. 日本帝国很快被打垮了。
41 unfamiliar uk6w4     
  • I am unfamiliar with the place and the people here.我在这儿人地生疏。
  • The man seemed unfamiliar to me.这人很面生。
42 beak 8y1zGA     
  • The bird had a worm in its beak.鸟儿嘴里叼着一条虫。
  • This bird employs its beak as a weapon.这种鸟用嘴作武器。
43 nervously tn6zFp     
  • He bit his lip nervously,trying not to cry.他紧张地咬着唇,努力忍着不哭出来。
  • He paced nervously up and down on the platform.他在站台上情绪不安地走来走去。
44 standing 2hCzgo     
  • After the earthquake only a few houses were left standing.地震过后只有几幢房屋还立着。
  • They're standing out against any change in the law.他们坚决反对对法律做任何修改。
45 prying a63afacc70963cb0fda72f623793f578     
adj.爱打听的v.打听,刺探(他人的私事)( pry的现在分词 );撬开
  • I'm sick of you prying into my personal life! 我讨厌你刺探我的私生活!
  • She is always prying into other people's affairs. 她总是打听别人的私事。 来自《简明英汉词典》
46 deft g98yn     
adj.灵巧的,熟练的(a deft hand 能手)
  • The pianist has deft fingers.钢琴家有灵巧的双手。
  • This bird,sharp of eye and deft of beak,can accurately peck the flying insects in the air.这只鸟眼疾嘴快,能准确地把空中的飞虫啄住。
47 hacking KrIzgm     
  • The patient with emphysema is hacking all day. 这个肺气肿病人整天不断地干咳。
  • We undertook the task of hacking our way through the jungle. 我们负责在丛林中开路。


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