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Half a Grapefruit
Half a Grapefruit
Rose wrote the Entrance, she went across the bridge, she went to high school.
There were four large clean windows along the wall. There were new fluorescent1 lights. Theclass was Health and Guidance, a new idea. Boys and girls mixed until after Christmas, when theygot on to Family Life. The teacher was young and optimistic. She wore a dashing red suit thatflared out over the hips2. She went up and down, up and down the rows, making everybody saywhat they had for breakfast, to see if they were keeping Canada’s Food Rules.
Differences soon became evident, between town and country. “Fried potatoes.”
“Bread and corn syrup3.”
“Tea and porridge.”
“Tea and bread.”
“Tea and fried eggs and cottage roll.”
“Raisin pie.”
There was some laughing, the teacher making ineffectual scolding faces. She was getting to thetown side of the room. A rough sort of segregation4 was maintained, voluntarily, in the classroom.
Over here people claimed to have eaten toast and marmalade, bacon and eggs, Corn Flakes5, evenwaffles and syrup. Orange juice, said a few.
Rose had stuck herself on to the back of a town row. West Hanratty was not represented, exceptby her. She was wanting badly to align6 herself with towners, against her place of origin, to attachherself to those waffle-eating coffee-drinking aloof7 and knowledgeable8 possessors of breakfastnooks.
“Half a grapefruit,” she said boldly. Nobody else had thought of it.
As a matter of fact Flo would have thought eating grapefruit for breakfast as bad as drinkingchampagne. They didn’t even sell them in the store. They didn’t go in much for fresh fruit. A fewspotty bananas, small unpromising oranges. Flo believed, as many country people did, thatanything not well-cooked was bad for the stomach. For breakfast they too had tea and porridge.
Puffed9 Rice in the summertime. The first morning the Puffed Rice, light as pollen10, came spillinginto the bowl, was as festive11, as encouraging a time as the first day walking on the hard roadwithout rubbers or the first day the door could be left open in the lovely, brief time between frostand flies.
Rose was pleased with herself for thinking of the grapefruit and with the way she had said it, inso bold, yet natural, a voice. Her voice could go dry altogether in school, her heart could roll itselfup into a thumping12 ball and lodge13 in her throat, sweat could plaster her blouse to her arms, in spiteof Mum. Her nerves were calamitous14.
She was walking home across the bridge a few days later, and she heard someone calling. Nother name but she knew it was meant for her, so she softened15 her steps on the boards, and listened.
The voices were underneath16 her, it seemed, though she could look down through the cracks andsee nothing but fast-running water. Somebody must be hidden down by the pilings. The voiceswere wistful, so delicately disguised she could not tell if they were boys’ or girls’.
She would hear that called, now and again, for years, called out from an alley17 or a dark window.
She would never let on she heard, but would soon have to touch her face, wipe the moisture awayfrom her upper lip. We sweat for our pretensions18.
It could have been worse. Disgrace was the easiest thing to come by. High school life washazardous, in that harsh clean light, and nothing was ever forgotten. Rose could have been the girlwho lost the Kotex. That was probably a country girl, carrying the Kotex in her pocket or in theback of her notebook, for use later in the day. Anybody who lived at a distance might have donethat. Rose herself had done it. There was a Kotex dispenser in the girls’ washroom but it wasalways empty, would swallow your dimes19 but disgorge nothing in return. There was the famouspact made by two country girls to seek out the janitor20 at lunchtime, ask him to fill it. No use.
“Which one of you is the one that needs it?” he said. They fled. They said his room under thestairs had an old grimy couch in it, and a cat’s skeleton. They swore to it.
That Kotex must have fallen on the floor, maybe in the cloakroom, then been picked up andsmuggled somehow into the trophy21 case in the main hall. There it came to public notice. Foldingand carrying had spoiled its fresh look, rubbed its surface, so that it was possible to imagine it hadbeen warmed against the body. A great scandal. In morning assembly, the Principal madereference to a disgusting object. He vowed22 to discover, expose, flog and expel, the culprit who hadput it on view. Every girl in the school was denying knowledge of it. Theories abounded23. Rosewas afraid that she might be a leading candidate for ownership, so was relieved whenresponsibility was fixed24 on a big sullen25 country girl named Muriel Mason, who wore slub rayonhousedresses to school, and had B.O.
“You got the rag on today, Muriel?” boys would say to her now, would call after her.
“If I was Muriel Mason I would want to kill myself,” Rose heard a senior girl say to another onthe stairs. “I would kill myself.” She spoke26 not pityingly but impatiently.
Every day when Rose got home she would tell Flo about what went on in school. Flo enjoyedthe episode of the Kotex, would ask about fresh developments. Half-a-grapefruit she never got tohear about. Rose would not have told her anything in which she did not play a superior, anonlooker’s part. Pitfalls27 were for others, Flo and Rose agreed. The change in Rose, once she leftthe scene, crossed the bridge, changed herself into chronicler, was remarkable28. No nerves anymore. A loud skeptical29 voice, some hip-swinging in a red and yellow plaid skirt, more than a hintof swaggering.
Flo and Rose had switched roles. Now Rose was the one bringing stories home, Flo was the onewho knew the names of the characters and was waiting to hear.
Horse Nicholson, Del Fairbridge, Runt Chesterton. Florence Dodie, Shirley Pickering, RubyCarruthers. Flo waited daily for news of them. She called them Jokers.
“Well, what did those jokers get up to today?”
They would sit in the kitchen, the door wide open to the store in case any customers came in,and to the stairs in case her father called. He was in bed. Flo made coffee or she told Rose to get acouple of Cokes out of the cooler.
This is the sort of story Rose brought home:
Ruby30 Carruthers was a slutty sort of girl, a red-head with a bad squint31. (One of the greatdifferences between then and now, at least in the country, and places like West Hanratty, was thatsquints and walleyes were let alone, teeth overlapped32 or protruded33 any way they liked.) RubyCarruthers worked for Bryants the hardware people; she did housework for her board and stayedin the house when they went away, as they often did, to the horse races or the hockey games or toFlorida. One time when she was there alone three boys went over to see her. Del Fairbridge, HorseNicholson, Runt Chesterton.
“To see what they could get,” Flo put in. She looked at the ceiling and told Rose to keep hervoice down. Her father would not tolerate this sort of story.
Del Fairbridge was a good-looking boy, conceited34, and not very clever. He said he would gointo the house and persuade Ruby with no trouble at all, and if he could get her to do it with allthree of them, he would. What he did not know was that Horse Nicholson had already arrangedwith Ruby to meet him under the veranda35.
“Spiders in there, likely,” said Flo. “I guess they don’t care.” While Del was wandering aroundthe dark house looking for her, Ruby was under the veranda with Horse, and Runt who was in onthe whole plan was sitting on the veranda steps keeping watch, no doubt listening attentively36 to thebumping and the breathing.
Presently Horse came out and said he was going into the house to find Del, not to enlighten himbut to see how the joke was working, this being the most important part of the proceedings37, as faras Horse was concerned. He found Del eating marshmallows in the pantry and saying RubyCarruthers wasn’t fit to piss on, he could do better any day, and he was going home.
Meanwhile Runt had crawled under the veranda and got to work on Ruby.
“Jesus Murphy!” said Flo.
Then Horse came out and Runt and Ruby could hear him over head, walking on the veranda.
Said Ruby, who is that? And Runt said, oh, that’s only Horse Nicholson. Then who the hell areyou? said Ruby.
Jesus Murphy!
Rose did not bother with the rest of the story, which was that Ruby got into a bad mood, sat onthe veranda steps with the dirt from underneath all over her clothes and in her hair, refused tosmoke a cigarette or share a package of cupcakes (now probably rather squashed) that Runt hadswiped from the grocery store where he worked after school. They teased her to tell them whatwas the matter and at last she said, “I think I got a right to know who I’m doing it with.”
“She’ll get what she deserves,” said Flo philosophically38. Other people thought so too. It was thefashion, if you picked up any of Ruby’s things, by mistake, particularly her gym suit or runningshoes, to go and wash your hands, so you wouldn’t risk getting V.D.
Upstairs Rose’s father was having a coughing fit. These fits were desperate, but they hadbecome used to them. Flo got up and went to the bottom of the stairs. She listened there until thefit was over.
“That medicine doesn’t help him one iota,” she said. “That doctor couldn’t put a Band-Aid onstraight.” To the end, she blamed all Rose’s father’s troubles on medicines, doctors.
“If you ever got up to any of that with a boy it would be the end of you,” she said. “I mean it.”
Rose flushed with rage and said she would die first. “I hope so,” Flo said.
HERE IS THE sort of story Flo told Rose:
When her mother died, Flo was twelve, and her father gave her away. He gave her to a well-to-do farming family who were to work her for her board and send her to school. But most of thetime they did not send her. There was too much work to be done. They were hard people.
“If you were picking apples and there was one left on the tree you would have to go back andpick over every tree in the entire orchard39.
The same when you were out picking up stones in the field. Leave one and you had to do thewhole field again.”
The wife was the sister of a bishop40. She was always careful of her skin, rubbing it with HindsHoney and Almond. She took a high tone with everybody and was sarcastic41 and believed that shehad married down.
“But she was good-looking,” said Flo, “and she give me one thing. It was a long pair of satingloves, they were a light brown color. Fawn42. They were lovely. I never meant to lose them but Idid.”
Flo had to take the men’s dinner to them in the far field. The husband opened it up and said,“Why is there no pie in this dinner?”
“If you want any pie you can make it yourself,” said Flo, in the exact words and tone of hermistress when they were packing the dinner. It was not surprising that she could imitate thatwoman so well; she was always doing it, even practicing at the mirror. It was surprising she let itout then.
The husband was amazed, but recognized the imitation. He marched Flo back to the house anddemanded of his wife if that was what she had said. He was a big man, and very bad-tempered43.
No, it is not true, said the bishop’s sister, that girl is nothing but a troublemaker44 and a liar45. Shefaced him down, and when she got Flo alone she hit her such a clout46 that Flo was knocked acrossthe room into a cupboard. Her scalp was cut. It healed in time without stitches (the bishop’s sisterdidn’t get the doctor, she didn’t want talk) and Flo had the scar still.
She never went back to school after that.
Just before she was fourteen she ran away. She lied about her age and got a job in the glovefactory, in Hanratty. But the bishop’s sister found out where she was, and every once in a whilewould come to see her. We forgive you, Flo. You ran away and left us but we still think of you asour Flo and our friend. You are welcome to come out and spend a day with us. Wouldn’t you likea day in the country? It’s not very healthy in the glove factory, for a young person. You need theair. Why don’t you come and see us? Why don’t you come today?
And every time Flo accepted this invitation it would turn out that there was a big fruitpreserving or chili47 sauce making in progress, or they were wallpapering or spring-cleaning, or thethreshers were coming. All she ever got to see of the country was where she threw the dishwaterover the fence. She never could understand why she went or why she stayed. It was a long way, toturn around and walk back to town. And they were such a helpless outfit48 on their own. Thebishop’s sister put her preserving jars away dirty. When you brought them up from the cellar therewould be bits of mold growing in them, clots49 of fuzzy rotten fruit on the bottom. How could youhelp but be sorry for people like that?
When the bishop’s sister was in the hospital, dying, it happened that Flo was in there too. Shewas in for her gall50 bladder operation, which Rose could just remember. The bishop’s sister heardthat Flo was there and wanted to see her. So Flo let herself be hoisted51 into a wheel chair andwheeled down the hall, and as soon as she laid eyes on the woman in the bed—the tall, smooth-skinned woman all bony and spotted52 now, drugged and cancerous—she began an overwhelmingnosebleed, the first and last she ever suffered in her life. The red blood was whipping out of her,she said, like streamers.
She had the nurses running for help up and down the hall. It seemed as if nothing could stop it.
When she lifted her head it shot right on the sick woman’s bed, when she lowered her head itstreamed down on the floor. They had to put her in ice packs, finally. She never got to say good-bye to the woman in the bed.
“I never did say good-bye to her.”
“Would you want to?”
“Well yes,” said Flo. “Oh yes. I would.”
Rose brought a pile of books home every night. Latin, Algebra53, Ancient and Medieval History,French, Geography. The Merchant of Venice, A Tale of Two Cities, Shorter Poems, Macbeth. Floexpressed hostility54 to them as she did toward all books. The hostility seemed to increase with abook’s weight and size, the darkness and gloominess of its binding55 and the length and difficulty ofthe words in its title. Shorter Poems enraged56 her, because she opened it and found a poem that wasfive pages long.
She made rubble57 out of the titles. Rose believed she deliberately58 mispronounced. Ode came outOdd and Ulysses had a long shh in it, as if the hero was drunk.
Rose’s father had to come downstairs to go to the bathroom. He hung on to the banister andmoved slowly but without halting. He wore a brown wool bathrobe with a tasseled59 tie. Roseavoided looking at his face. This was not particularly because of the alterations60 his sickness mighthave made, but because of the bad opinion of herself she was afraid she would find written there.
It was for him she brought the books, no doubt about it, to show off to him. And he did look atthem, he could not walk past any book in the world without picking it up and looking at its title.
But all he said was, “Look out you don’t get too smart for your own good.”
Rose believed he said that to please Flo, in case she might be listening. She was in the store atthe time. But Rose imagined that no matter where Flo was now, he would speak as if she might belistening. He was anxious to please Flo, to anticipate her objections. He had made a decision, itseemed. Safety lay with Flo.
Rose never answered him back. When he spoke she automatically bowed her head, tightenedher lips in an expression that was secretive, but carefully not disrespectful. She was circumspect62.
But all her need for flaunting63, her high hopes of herself, her gaudy64 ambitions, were not hiddenfrom him. He knew them all, and Rose was ashamed, just to be in the same room with him. Shefelt that she disgraced him, had disgraced him somehow from the time she was born, and woulddisgrace him still more thoroughly65 in the future. But she was not repenting66. She knew her ownstubbornness; she did not mean to change.
Flo was his idea of what a woman ought to be. Rose knew that, and indeed he often said it. Awoman ought to be energetic, practical, clever at making and saving; she ought to be shrewd, goodat bargaining and bossing and seeing through people’s pretensions. At the same time she should benaive intellectually, childlike, contemptuous of maps and long words and anything in books, fullof charming jumbled67 notions, superstitions68, traditional beliefs.
“Women’s minds are different,” he said to Rose during one of the calm, even friendly periods,when she was a bit younger. Perhaps he forgot that Rose was, or would be, a woman herself.
“They believe what they have to believe. You can’t follow their thought.” He was saying this inconnection with a belief of Flo’s, that wearing rubbers in the house would make you go blind.
“But they can manage life some ways, that’s their talent, it’s not in their heads, there’s somethingthey are smarter at than a man.”
So part of Rose’s disgrace was that she was female but mistakenly so, would not turn out to bethe right kind of woman. But there was more to it. The real problem was that she combined andcarried on what he must have thought of as the worst qualities in himself. All the things he hadbeaten down, successfully submerged, in himself, had surfaced again in her, and she was showingno will to combat them. She mooned and daydreamed69, she was vain and eager to show off; herwhole life was in her head. She had not inherited the thing he took pride in, and counted on—hisskill with his hands, his thoroughness and conscientiousness70 at any work; in fact she wasunusually clumsy, slapdash, ready to cut corners. The sight of her slopping around with her handsin the dishpan, her thoughts a thousand miles away, her rump already bigger than Flo’s, her hairwild and bushy; the sight of the large and indolent and self-absorbed fact of her, seemed to fill himwith irritation71, with melancholy72, almost with disgust.
All of which Rose knew. Until he had passed through the room she was holding herself still, shewas looking at herself through his eyes. She too could hate the space she occupied. But the minutehe was gone she recovered. She went back into her thoughts or to the mirror, where she was oftenbusy these days, piling all her hair up on top of her head, turning part way to see the line of herbust, or pulling the skin to see how she would look with a slant73, a very slight, provocative74 slant, toher eyes.
She knew perfectly75 well, too, that he had another set of feelings about her. She knew he feltpride in her as well as this nearly uncontrollable irritation and apprehension76; the truth was, thefinal truth was, that he would not have her otherwise and willed her as she was. Or one part of himdid. Naturally he had to keep denying this. Out of humility77, he had to, and perversity78. Perversehumility. And he had to seem to be in sufficient agreement with Flo.
Rose did not really think this through, or want to. She was as uneasy as he was, about the waytheir chords struck together.
When rose came home from school Flo said to her, “Well, it’s a good thing you got here. Youhave to stay in the store.”
Her father was going to London, to the Veterans’ Hospital. “Why?”
“Don’t ask me. The doctor said.”
“Is he worse?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything. That do-nothing doctor doesn’t think so. He came thismorning and looked him over and he says he’s going. We’re lucky, we got Billy Pope to run himdown.”
Billy Pope was a cousin of Flo’s who worked in the butcher shop. He used to actually live at theslaughterhouse, in two rooms with cement floors, smelling naturally of tripe79 and entrails and livepig. But he must have had a home-loving nature; he grew geraniums in old tobacco cans, on thethick cement windowsills. Now he had the little apartment over the shop, and had saved his moneyand bought a car, an Oldsmobile. This was shortly after the war, when new cars made a specialsensation. When he came to visit he kept wandering to the window and taking a look at it, sayingsomething to call attention, such as, “She’s light on the hay but you don’t get the fertilizer out ofher.”
Flo was proud of him and the car.
“See, Billy Pope’s got a big back seat, if your father needs to lay down.” “Flo!”
Rose’s father was calling her. When he was in bed at first he very seldom called her, and thendiscreetly, apologetically even. But he had got past that, called her often, made up reasons, shesaid, to get her upstairs.
“How does he think he’ll get along without me down there?” she said. “He can’t let me alonefive minutes.” She seemed proud of this, although often she would make him wait; sometimes shewould go to the bottom of the stairs and force him to call down further details about why heneeded her. She told people in the store that he wouldn’t let her alone for five minutes, and howshe had to change his sheets twice a day. That was true. His sheets became soaked with sweat.
Late at night she or Rose, or both of them, would be out at the washing machine in the woodshed.
Sometimes, Rose saw, her father’s underwear was stained. She would not want to look, but Floheld it up, waved it almost under Rose’s nose, cried out, “Lookit that again!” and made cluckingnoises that were a burlesque80 of disapproval81.
Rose hated her at these times, hated her father as well; his sickness; the poverty or frugality82 thatmade it unthinkable for them to send things to the laundry; the way there was not a thing in theirlives they were protected from. Flo was there to see to that.
ROSE STAYED IN THE STORE. No one came in. It was a gritty, windy day, past the usual timefor snow, though there hadn’t been any. She could hear Flo moving around upstairs, scolding andencouraging, getting her father dressed, probably, packing his suitcase, looking for things. Rosehad her school books on the counter and to shut out the household noises she was reading a storyin her English book. It was a story by Katherine Mansfield, called The Garden Party. There werepoor people in that story. They lived along the lane at the bottom of the garden. They were viewedwith compassion83. All very well. But Rose was angry in a way that the story did not mean her tobe. She could not really understand what she was angry about, but it had something to do with thefact that she was sure Katherine Mansfield was never obliged to look at stained underwear; herrelatives might be cruel and frivolous84 but their accents would be agreeable; her compassion wasfloating on clouds of good fortune, deplored85 by herself, no doubt, but despised by Rose. Rose wasgetting to be a prig about poverty, and would stay that way for a long time.
She heard Billy Pope come into the kitchen and shout out cheerfully, “Well, I guess yezwondered where I was.”
Katherine Mansfield had no relatives who said yez.
Rose had finished the story. She picked up Macbeth. She had memorized some speeches fromit. She memorized things from Shakespeare, and poems, other than the things they had tomemorize, for school. She didn’t imagine herself as an actress, playing Lady Macbeth on a stage,when she said them. She imagined herself being her, being Lady Macbeth.
“I come on foot,” Billy Pope was shouting up the stairs. “I had to take her in.” He assumedeveryone would know he meant the car. “I don’t know what it is. I can’t idle her, she stalls on me.
I didn’t want to go down to the city with anything running not right. Rose home?”
Billy Pope had been fond of Rose ever since she was a little girl. He used to give her a dime,and say, “Save up and buy yourself some corsets.” That was when she was flat and thin. His joke.
He came into the store.
“Well Rose, you bein a good girl?”
She barely spoke to him.
“You goin at your schoolbooks? You want to be a schoolteacher?” “I might.” She had nointention of being a schoolteacher. But it was surprising how people would let you alone, once youadmitted to that ambition.
“This is a sad day for you folks here,” said Billy Pope in a lower voice. Rose lifted her head andlooked at him coldly.
“I mean, your Dad goin down to the hospital. They’ll fix him up, though. They got all theequipment down there. They got the good doctors.”
“I doubt it,” Rose said. She hated that too, the way people hinted at things and then withdrew,that slyness. Death and sex were what they did that about.
“They’ll fix him and get him back by spring.”
“Not if he has lung cancer,” Rose said firmly. She had never said that before and certainly Flohad not said it.
Billy Pope looked as miserable86 and ashamed for her as if she had said something very dirty.
“Now that isn’t no way for you to talk. You don’t talk that way. He’s going to be comingdownstairs and he could of heard you.”
There is no denying the situation gave Rose pleasure, at times. A severe pleasure, when she wasnot too mixed up in it, washing the sheets or listening to a coughing fit. She dramatized her ownpart in it, saw herself clear-eyed and unsurprised, refusing all deceptions87, young in years but old inbitter experience of life. In such a spirit she had said lung cancer.
Billy Pope phoned the garage. It turned out that the car would not be fixed until suppertime.
Rather than set out then, Billy Pope would stay overnight, sleeping on the kitchen couch. He andRose’s father would go down to the hospital in the morning.
“There don’t need to be any great hurry, I’m not going to jump for him,” said Flo, meaning thedoctor. She had come into the store to get a can of salmon88, to make a loaf. Although she was notgoing anywhere and had not planned to, she had put on stockings, and a clean blouse and skirt.
She and Billy Pope kept up a loud conversation in the kitchen while she got supper. Rose sat onthe high stool and recited in her head, looking out the front window at West Hanratty, the dustscudding along the street, the dry puddle-holes.
Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers!
A jolt89 it would give them, if she yelled that into the kitchen.
At six o’clock she locked the store. When she went into the kitchen she was surprised to see herfather there. She hadn’t heard him. He hadn’t been either talking or coughing. He was dressed inhis good suit, which was an unusual color—a dark oily sort of green. Perhaps it had been cheap.
“Look at him all dressed up,” Flo said. “He thinks he looks smart. He’s so pleased with himselfhe wouldn’t go back to bed.”
Rose’s father smiled unnaturally90, obediently.
“How do you feel now?” Flo said.
“I feel all right.”
“You haven’t had a coughing spell, anyway.” Her father’s face was newly shaved, smooth anddelicate, like the animals they had once carved at school out of yellow laundry soap.
“Maybe I ought to get up and stay up.”
“That’s the ticket,” Billy Pope said boisterously91. “No more laziness.
Get up and stay up. Get back to work.”
There was a bottle of whiskey on the table. Billy Pope had brought it. The men drank it out oflittle glasses that had once held cream cheese. They topped it up with half an inch or so of water.
Brian, Rose’s half brother, had come in from playing somewhere; noisy, muddy, with the coldsmell of outdoors around him.
Just as he came in Rose said, “Can I have some?” nodding at the whiskey bottle.
“Girls don’t drink that,” Billy Pope said.
“Give you some and we’d have Brian whining92 after some,” said Flo. “Can I have some?” saidBrian, whining, and Flo laughed uproar- iously, sliding her own glass behind the bread box. “Seethere?”
“THERE USED TO BE people around in the old days that did cures,” said Billy Pope at thesupper table. “But you don’t hear about none of them no more.”
“Too bad we can’t get hold of one of them right now,” said Rose’s father, getting hold of andconquering a coughing fit.
“There was the one faith healer I used to hear my Dad talk about,” said Billy Pope. “He had away of talkin, he talked like the Bible. So this deaf fellow went to him and he seen him and hecured him of his deafness. Then he says to him, ‘Durst hear?’”
“Dost hear?” Rose suggested. She had drained Flo’s glass while getting out the bread forsupper, and felt more kindly93 disposed toward all her relatives.
“That’s it. Dost hear? And the fellow said yes, he did. So the faith healer says then, Dostbelieve? Now maybe the fellow didn’t understand what he meant. And he says what in? So thefaith healer he got mad, and he took away the fellow’s hearing like that, and he went home deaf ashe come.”
Flo said that out where she lived when she was little, there was a woman who had second sight.
Buggies, and later on, cars, would be parked to the end of her lane on Sundays. That was the daypeople came from a distance to consult with her. Mostly they came to consult her about things thatwere lost.
“Didn’t they want to get in touch with their relations?” Rose’s father said, egging Flo on as heliked to when she was telling a story. “I thought she could put you in touch with the dead.”
“Well, most of them seen enough of their relations when they was alive.”
It was rings and wills and livestock94 they wanted to know about; where had things disappearedto?
“One fellow I knew went to her and he had lost his wallet. He was a man that worked on therailway line. And she says to him, well, do you remember it was about a week ago you wereworking along the tracks and you come along near an orchard and you thought you would like anapple? So you hopped95 over the fence and it was right then you dropped your wallet, right then andthere in the long grass. But a dog came along, she says, a dog picked it up and dropped it a waysfurther along the fence, and that’s where you’ll find it. Well, he’d forgot all about the orchard andclimbing that fence and he was so amazed at her, he gave her a dollar. And he went and found hiswallet in the very place she described. This is true, I knew him. But the money was all chewed up,it was all chewed up in shreds96, and when he found that he was so mad he said he wished he nevergive her so much!”
“Now, you never went to her,” said Rose’s father. “You wouldn’t put your faith in the like ofthat?” When he talked to Flo he often spoke in country phrases, and adopted the country habit ofteasing, saying the opposite of what’s true, or believed to be true.
“No, I never went actually to ask her anything,” Flo said. “But one time I went. I had to go overthere and get some green onions. My mother was sick and suffering with her nerves and thiswoman sent word over, that she had some green onions was good for nerves. It wasn’t nerves atall it was cancer, so what good they did I don’t know.”
Flo’s voice climbed and hurried on, embarrassed that she had let that out.
“I had to go and get them. She had them pulled and washed and tied up for me, and she says,don’t go yet, come on in the kitchen and see what I got for you. Well, I didn’t know what, but Idasn’t not do it. I thought she was a witch. We all did. We all did, at school. So I sat down in thekitchen and she went in the pantry and brought out a big chocolate cake and she cut a piece andgive it to me. I had to sit and eat it. She sat there and watched me eat. All I can remember abouther is her hands. They were great big red hands with big veins97 sticking up on them, and she’d beflopping and twisting them all the time in her lap. I often thought since, she ought to eat the greenonions herself, she didn’t have so good nerves either.
“Then I tasted a funny taste. In the cake. It was peculiar98. I dasn’t stop eating though. I ate andate and when I finished it all up I said thank-you and I tell you I got out of there. I walked all theway down the lane because I figured she was watching me but when I got to the road I started torun. But I was still scared she was following after me, like invisible or something, and she mightread what was in my mind and pick me up and pound my brains out on the gravel99. When I gothome I just flung open the door and hollered Poison! That’s what I was thinking. I thought shemade me eat a poisoned cake.
“All it was was moldy100. That’s what my mother said. The damp in her house and she would gofor days without no visitors to eat it, in spite of the crowds she collected other times. She couldhave a cake sitting around too long a while.
“But I didn’t think so. No. I thought I had ate poison and I was doomed101. I went and sat in thissort of place I had in a corner of the granary. Nobody knew I had it. I kept all kinds of junk inthere. I kept some chips of broken china and some velvet102 flowers. I remember them, they were offa hat that had got rained on. So I just sat there, and I waited.”
Billy Pope was laughing at her. “Did they come and haul you out?” “I forget. I don’t think so.
They would’ve had a hard time finding me, I was in behind all the feed bags. No. I don’t know. Iguess what happened in the end was I got tired out waiting and come out by myself.”
“And lived to tell the tale,” said Rose’s father, swallowing the last word as he was overcome bya prolonged coughing fit. Flo said he shouldn’t stay up any longer but he said he would just liedown on the kitchen couch, which he did. Flo and Rose cleared the table and washed the dishes,then for something to do they all—Flo and Billy Pope and Brian and Rose—sat around the tableand played euchre. Her father dozed103. Rose thought of Flo sitting in a corner of the granary withthe bits of china and the wilted104 velvet flowers and whatever else was precious to her, waiting, in agradually reduced state of terror, it must have been, and exaltation, and desire, to see how deathwould slice the day.
Her father was waiting. His shed was locked, his books would not be opened again, by him, andtomorrow was the last day he would wear shoes. They were all used to this idea, and in some waysthey would be more disturbed if his death did not take place, than if it did. No one could ask whathe thought about it. He would have treated such an inquiry105 as an impertinence, a piece ofdramatizing, an indulgence. Rose believed he would have. She believed he was prepared forWestminster Hospital, the old soldiers’ hospital, prepared for its masculine gloom, its yellowingcurtains pulled around the bed, its spotty basins. And for what followed. She understood that hewould never be with her more than at the present moment. The surprise to come was that hewouldn’t be with her less.
DRINKING COFFEE, wandering around the blind green halls of the new high school, at theCentennial Year Reunion—she hadn’t come for that, had bumped into it accidentally, so to speak,when she came home to see what was to be done about Flo—Rose met people who said, “Did youknow Ruby Carruthers was dead? They took off the one breast and then the other but it was allthrough her, she died.”
And people who said, “I saw your picture in a magazine, what was the name of that magazine, Ihave it at home.”
The new high school had an auto61 mechanics shop for training auto mechanics and a beautyparlor for training beauty parlor106 operators; a library; an auditorium107; a gymnasium; a whirlingfountain arrangement for washing your hands in the Ladies’ Room. Also a functioning dispenserof Kotex.
Del Fairbridge had become an undertaker.
Runt Chesterton had become an accountant.
Horse Nicholson had made a lot of money as a contractor108 and had left that to go into politics.
He had made a speech saying that what they needed was a lot more God in the classroom and a lotless French.


1 fluorescent Zz2y3     
  • They observed the deflections of the particles by allowing them to fall on a fluorescent screen.他们让粒子落在荧光屏上以观察他们的偏移。
  • This fluorescent lighting certainly gives the food a peculiar color.这萤光灯当然增添了食物特别的色彩。
2 hips f8c80f9a170ee6ab52ed1e87054f32d4     
abbr.high impact polystyrene 高冲击强度聚苯乙烯,耐冲性聚苯乙烯n.臀部( hip的名词复数 );[建筑学]屋脊;臀围(尺寸);臀部…的
  • She stood with her hands on her hips. 她双手叉腰站着。
  • They wiggled their hips to the sound of pop music. 他们随着流行音乐的声音摇晃着臀部。 来自《简明英汉词典》
3 syrup hguzup     
  • I skimmed the foam from the boiling syrup.我撇去了煮沸糖浆上的泡沫。
  • Tinned fruit usually has a lot of syrup with it.罐头水果通常都有许多糖浆。
4 segregation SESys     
  • Many school boards found segregation a hot potato in the early 1960s.在60年代初,许多学校部门都觉得按水平分班是一个棘手的问题。
  • They were tired to death of segregation and of being kicked around.他们十分厌恶种族隔离和总是被人踢来踢去。
5 flakes d80cf306deb4a89b84c9efdce8809c78     
小薄片( flake的名词复数 ); (尤指)碎片; 雪花; 古怪的人
  • It's snowing in great flakes. 天下着鹅毛大雪。
  • It is snowing in great flakes. 正值大雪纷飞。
6 align fKeyZ     
  • Align the ruler and the middle of the paper.使尺子与纸张的中部成一条直线。
  • There are signs that the prime minister is aligning himself with the liberals.有迹象表明首相正在与自由党人结盟。
7 aloof wxpzN     
  • Never stand aloof from the masses.千万不可脱离群众。
  • On the evening the girl kept herself timidly aloof from the crowd.这小女孩在晚会上一直胆怯地远离人群。
8 knowledgeable m2Yxg     
  • He's quite knowledgeable about the theatre.他对戏剧很有心得。
  • He made some knowledgeable remarks at the meeting.他在会上的发言颇有见地。
9 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》
10 pollen h1Uzz     
  • Hummingbirds have discovered that nectar and pollen are very nutritious.蜂鸟发现花蜜和花粉是很有营养的。
  • He developed an allergy to pollen.他对花粉过敏。
11 festive mkBx5     
  • It was Christmas and everyone was in festive mood.当时是圣诞节,每个人都沉浸在节日的欢乐中。
  • We all wore festive costumes to the ball.我们都穿着节日的盛装前去参加舞会。
12 thumping hgUzBs     
  • Her heart was thumping with emotion. 她激动得心怦怦直跳。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • He was thumping the keys of the piano. 他用力弹钢琴。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
13 lodge q8nzj     
  • Is there anywhere that I can lodge in the village tonight?村里有我今晚过夜的地方吗?
  • I shall lodge at the inn for two nights.我要在这家小店住两个晚上。
14 calamitous Es8zL     
  • We are exposed to the most calamitous accidents. 我们遭受着极大的灾难。 来自辞典例句
  • Light reveals the subtle alteration of things, the sly or calamitous impermanence or mortal life. 事物的细微变动,人生的狡猾,倏忽无常,一一都在光中显露出来。 来自辞典例句
15 softened 19151c4e3297eb1618bed6a05d92b4fe     
(使)变软( soften的过去式和过去分词 ); 缓解打击; 缓和; 安慰
  • His smile softened slightly. 他的微笑稍柔和了些。
  • The ice cream softened and began to melt. 冰淇淋开始变软并开始融化。
16 underneath VKRz2     
  • Working underneath the car is always a messy job.在汽车底下工作是件脏活。
  • She wore a coat with a dress underneath.她穿着一件大衣,里面套着一条连衣裙。
17 alley Cx2zK     
  • We live in the same alley.我们住在同一条小巷里。
  • The blind alley ended in a brick wall.这条死胡同的尽头是砖墙。
18 pretensions 9f7f7ffa120fac56a99a9be28790514a     
自称( pretension的名词复数 ); 自命不凡; 要求; 权力
  • The play mocks the pretensions of the new middle class. 这出戏讽刺了新中产阶级的装模作样。
  • The city has unrealistic pretensions to world-class status. 这个城市不切实际地标榜自己为国际都市。
19 dimes 37551f2af09566bec564431ef9bd3d6d     
n.(美国、加拿大的)10分铸币( dime的名词复数 )
  • Pennies, nickles, dimes and quarters are United States coins. 1分铜币、5分镍币、1角银币和2角5分银币是美国硬币。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • In 1965 the mint stopped putting silver in dimes. 1965年,铸币厂停止向10分硬币中加入银的成分。 来自辞典例句
20 janitor iaFz7     
  • The janitor wiped on the windows with his rags.看门人用褴褛的衣服擦着窗户。
  • The janitor swept the floors and locked up the building every night.那个看门人每天晚上负责打扫大楼的地板和锁门。
21 trophy 8UFzI     
  • The cup is a cherished trophy of the company.那只奖杯是该公司很珍惜的奖品。
  • He hung the lion's head as a trophy.他把那狮子头挂起来作为狩猎纪念品。
22 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。
23 abounded 40814edef832fbadb4cebe4735649eb5     
v.大量存在,充满,富于( abound的过去式和过去分词 )
  • Get-rich-quick schemes abounded, and many people lost their savings. “生财之道”遍地皆是,然而许多人一生积攒下来的钱转眼之间付之东流。 来自英汉非文学 - 政府文件
  • Shoppers thronged the sidewalks. Olivedrab and navy-blue uniforms abounded. 人行道上逛商店的人摩肩接踵,身着草绿色和海军蓝军装的军人比比皆是。 来自辞典例句
24 fixed JsKzzj     
  • Have you two fixed on a date for the wedding yet?你们俩选定婚期了吗?
  • Once the aim is fixed,we should not change it arbitrarily.目标一旦确定,我们就不应该随意改变。
25 sullen kHGzl     
  • He looked up at the sullen sky.他抬头看了一眼阴沉的天空。
  • Susan was sullen in the morning because she hadn't slept well.苏珊今天早上郁闷不乐,因为昨晚没睡好。
26 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。
27 pitfalls 0382b30a08349985c214a648cf92ca3c     
(捕猎野兽用的)陷阱( pitfall的名词复数 ); 意想不到的困难,易犯的错误
  • the potential pitfalls of buying a house 购买房屋可能遇到的圈套
  • Several pitfalls remain in the way of an agreement. 在达成协议的进程中还有几个隐藏的困难。
28 remarkable 8Vbx6     
  • She has made remarkable headway in her writing skills.她在写作技巧方面有了长足进步。
  • These cars are remarkable for the quietness of their engines.这些汽车因发动机没有噪音而不同凡响。
29 skeptical MxHwn     
  • Others here are more skeptical about the chances for justice being done.这里的其他人更为怀疑正义能否得到伸张。
  • Her look was skeptical and resigned.她的表情是将信将疑而又无可奈何。
30 ruby iXixS     
  • She is wearing a small ruby earring.她戴着一枚红宝石小耳环。
  • On the handle of his sword sat the biggest ruby in the world.他的剑柄上镶有一颗世上最大的红宝石。
31 squint oUFzz     
v. 使变斜视眼, 斜视, 眯眼看, 偏移, 窥视; n. 斜视, 斜孔小窗; adj. 斜视的, 斜的
  • A squint can sometimes be corrected by an eyepatch. 斜视有时候可以通过戴眼罩来纠正。
  • The sun was shinning straight in her eyes which made her squint. 太阳直射着她的眼睛,使她眯起了眼睛。
32 overlapped f19155784c00c0c252a8b4dba353c5b8     
_adj.重叠的v.部分重叠( overlap的过去式和过去分词 );(物体)部份重叠;交叠;(时间上)部份重叠
  • His visit and mine overlapped. 他的访问期与我的访问期有几天重叠。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • Our visits to the town overlapped. 我们彼此都恰巧到那小城观光。 来自辞典例句
33 protruded ebe69790c4eedce2f4fb12105fc9e9ac     
v.(使某物)伸出,(使某物)突出( protrude的过去式和过去分词 )
  • The child protruded his tongue. 那小孩伸出舌头。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The creature's face seemed to be protruded, because of its bent carriage. 那人的脑袋似乎向前突出,那是因为身子佝偻的缘故。 来自英汉文学
34 conceited Cv0zxi     
  • He could not bear that they should be so conceited.他们这样自高自大他受不了。
  • I'm not as conceited as so many people seem to think.我不像很多人认为的那么自负。
35 veranda XfczWG     
  • She sat in the shade on the veranda.她坐在阳台上的遮荫处。
  • They were strolling up and down the veranda.他们在走廊上来回徜徉。
36 attentively AyQzjz     
  • She listened attentively while I poured out my problems. 我倾吐心中的烦恼时,她一直在注意听。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • She listened attentively and set down every word he said. 她专心听着,把他说的话一字不漏地记下来。 来自《简明英汉词典》
37 proceedings Wk2zvX     
  • He was released on bail pending committal proceedings. 他交保获释正在候审。
  • to initiate legal proceedings against sb 对某人提起诉讼
38 philosophically 5b1e7592f40fddd38186dac7bc43c6e0     
  • He added philosophically that one should adapt oneself to the changed conditions. 他富于哲理地补充说,一个人应该适应变化了的情况。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Harry took his rejection philosophically. 哈里达观地看待自己被拒的事。 来自《简明英汉词典》
39 orchard UJzxu     
  • My orchard is bearing well this year.今年我的果园果实累累。
  • Each bamboo house was surrounded by a thriving orchard.每座竹楼周围都是茂密的果园。
40 bishop AtNzd     
  • He was a bishop who was held in reverence by all.他是一位被大家都尊敬的主教。
  • Two years after his death the bishop was canonised.主教逝世两年后被正式封为圣者。
41 sarcastic jCIzJ     
  • I squashed him with a sarcastic remark.我说了一句讽刺的话把他给镇住了。
  • She poked fun at people's shortcomings with sarcastic remarks.她冷嘲热讽地拿别人的缺点开玩笑。
42 fawn NhpzW     
  • A fawn behind the tree looked at us curiously.树后面一只小鹿好奇地看着我们。
  • He said you fawn on the manager in order to get a promotion.他说你为了获得提拔,拍经理的马屁。
43 bad-tempered bad-tempered     
  • He grew more and more bad-tempered as the afternoon wore on.随着下午一点点地过去,他的脾气也越来越坏。
  • I know he's often bad-tempered but really,you know,he's got a heart of gold.我知道他经常发脾气,但是,要知道,其实他心肠很好。
44 troublemaker xflzsY     
  • I would hate you to think me a troublemaker.我不愿你认为我是个搬弄是非的人。
  • Li Yang has always been a troublemaker.李阳总是制造麻烦。
45 liar V1ixD     
  • I know you for a thief and a liar!我算认识你了,一个又偷又骗的家伙!
  • She was wrongly labelled a liar.她被错误地扣上说谎者的帽子。
46 clout GXhzG     
  • The queen may have privilege but she has no real political clout.女王有特权,但无真正的政治影响力。
  • He gave the little boy a clout on the head.他在那小男孩的头部打了一下。
47 chili JOlzm     
  • He helped himself to another two small spoonfuls of chili oil.他自己下手又加了两小勺辣椒油。
  • It has chocolate,chili,and other spices.有巧克力粉,辣椒,和其他的调味品。
48 outfit YJTxC     
  • Jenney bought a new outfit for her daughter's wedding.珍妮为参加女儿的婚礼买了一套新装。
  • His father bought a ski outfit for him on his birthday.他父亲在他生日那天给他买了一套滑雪用具。
49 clots fc228b79d0fbd8618ecc4cda442af0dd     
n.凝块( clot的名词复数 );血块;蠢人;傻瓜v.凝固( clot的第三人称单数 )
  • When you cut yourself, blood clots and forms a scab. 你割破了,血会凝固、结痂。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Milk clots when it turns sour. 奶变酸就凝块。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
50 gall jhXxC     
  • It galled him to have to ask for a loan.必须向人借钱使他感到难堪。
  • No gall,no glory.没有磨难,何来荣耀。
51 hoisted d1dcc88c76ae7d9811db29181a2303df     
把…吊起,升起( hoist的过去式和过去分词 )
  • He hoisted himself onto a high stool. 他抬身坐上了一张高凳子。
  • The sailors hoisted the cargo onto the deck. 水手们把货物吊到甲板上。
52 spotted 7FEyj     
  • The milkman selected the spotted cows,from among a herd of two hundred.牛奶商从一群200头牛中选出有斑点的牛。
  • Sam's shop stocks short spotted socks.山姆的商店屯积了有斑点的短袜。
53 algebra MKRyW     
  • He was not good at algebra in middle school.他中学时不擅长代数。
  • The boy can't figure out the algebra problems.这个男孩做不出这道代数题。
54 hostility hdyzQ     
  • There is open hostility between the two leaders.两位领导人表现出公开的敌意。
  • His hostility to your plan is well known.他对你的计划所持的敌意是众所周知的。
55 binding 2yEzWb     
  • The contract was not signed and has no binding force. 合同没有签署因而没有约束力。
  • Both sides have agreed that the arbitration will be binding. 双方都赞同仲裁具有约束力。
56 enraged 7f01c0138fa015d429c01106e574231c     
使暴怒( enrage的过去式和过去分词 ); 歜; 激愤
  • I was enraged to find they had disobeyed my orders. 发现他们违抗了我的命令,我极为恼火。
  • The judge was enraged and stroke the table for several times. 大法官被气得连连拍案。
57 rubble 8XjxP     
  • After the earthquake,it took months to clean up the rubble.地震后,花了数月才清理完瓦砾。
  • After the war many cities were full of rubble.战后许多城市到处可见颓垣残壁。
58 deliberately Gulzvq     
  • The girl gave the show away deliberately.女孩故意泄露秘密。
  • They deliberately shifted off the argument.他们故意回避这个论点。
59 tasseled 52000c5e42c759f98fafc1576a11f8f7     
v.抽穗, (玉米)长穗须( tassel的过去式和过去分词 );使抽穗, (为了使作物茁壮生长)摘去穗状雄花;用流苏装饰
60 alterations c8302d4e0b3c212bc802c7294057f1cb     
n.改动( alteration的名词复数 );更改;变化;改变
  • Any alterations should be written in neatly to the left side. 改动部分应书写清晰,插在正文的左侧。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Gene mutations are alterations in the DNA code. 基因突变是指DNA 密码的改变。 来自《简明英汉词典》
61 auto ZOnyW     
  • Don't park your auto here.别把你的汽车停在这儿。
  • The auto industry has brought many people to Detroit.汽车工业把许多人吸引到了底特律。
62 circumspect 0qGzr     
  • She is very circumspect when dealing with strangers.她与陌生人打交道时十分谨慎。
  • He was very circumspect in his financial affairs.他对于自己的财务十分细心。
63 flaunting 79043c1d84f3019796ab68f35b7890d1     
adj.招摇的,扬扬得意的,夸耀的v.炫耀,夸耀( flaunt的现在分词 );有什么能耐就施展出来
  • He did not believe in flaunting his wealth. 他不赞成摆阔。
  • She is fond of flaunting her superiority before her friends and schoolmates. 她好在朋友和同学面前逞强。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
64 gaudy QfmzN     
  • She was tricked out in gaudy dress.她穿得华丽而俗气。
  • The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.浮华的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向它道谢的。
65 thoroughly sgmz0J     
  • The soil must be thoroughly turned over before planting.一定要先把土地深翻一遍再下种。
  • The soldiers have been thoroughly instructed in the care of their weapons.士兵们都系统地接受过保护武器的训练。
66 repenting 10dc7b21190caf580a173b5f4caf6f2b     
对(自己的所为)感到懊悔或忏悔( repent的现在分词 )
  • He was repenting rapidly. 他很快就后悔了。
  • Repenting of his crime the thief returned the jewels and confessed to the police. 那贼对自己的罪行痛悔不已;归还了珠宝并向警方坦白。
67 jumbled rpSzs2     
  • Books, shoes and clothes were jumbled together on the floor. 书、鞋子和衣服胡乱堆放在地板上。
  • The details of the accident were all jumbled together in his mind. 他把事故细节记得颠三倒四。
68 superstitions bf6d10d6085a510f371db29a9b4f8c2f     
迷信,迷信行为( superstition的名词复数 )
  • Old superstitions seem incredible to educated people. 旧的迷信对于受过教育的人来说是不可思议的。
  • Do away with all fetishes and superstitions. 破除一切盲目崇拜和迷信。
69 daydreamed 36c6848820d34fbd12c3db827df66de8     
v.想入非非,空想( daydream的过去式和过去分词 )
  • She daydreamed, and oh! What lovely fantasies. 她在白日做梦,噢!多么美妙的幻想啊! 来自辞典例句
  • She daydreamed about a carefree vacation. 她梦想那无忧无虑的假期。 来自辞典例句
70 conscientiousness 792fcedf9faeda54c17292f7a49bcc01     
  • Conscientiousness is expected of a student. 学生要诚实。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Only has the conscientiousness, diligently works, can make a more splendid result! 只有脚踏实地,努力工作,才能做出更出色的成绩! 来自互联网
71 irritation la9zf     
  • He could not hide his irritation that he had not been invited.他无法掩饰因未被邀请而生的气恼。
  • Barbicane said nothing,but his silence covered serious irritation.巴比康什么也不说,但是他的沉默里潜伏着阴郁的怒火。
72 melancholy t7rz8     
  • All at once he fell into a state of profound melancholy.他立即陷入无尽的忧思之中。
  • He felt melancholy after he failed the exam.这次考试没通过,他感到很郁闷。
73 slant TEYzF     
  • The lines are drawn on a slant.这些线条被画成斜线。
  • The editorial had an antiunion slant.这篇社论有一种反工会的倾向。
74 provocative e0Jzj     
  • She wore a very provocative dress.她穿了一件非常性感的裙子。
  • His provocative words only fueled the argument further.他的挑衅性讲话只能使争论进一步激化。
75 perfectly 8Mzxb     
  • The witnesses were each perfectly certain of what they said.证人们个个对自己所说的话十分肯定。
  • Everything that we're doing is all perfectly above board.我们做的每件事情都是光明正大的。
76 apprehension bNayw     
  • There were still areas of doubt and her apprehension grew.有些地方仍然存疑,于是她越来越担心。
  • She is a girl of weak apprehension.她是一个理解力很差的女孩。
77 humility 8d6zX     
  • Humility often gains more than pride.谦逊往往比骄傲收益更多。
  • His voice was still soft and filled with specious humility.他的声音还是那么温和,甚至有点谦卑。
78 perversity D3kzJ     
  • She's marrying him out of sheer perversity.她嫁给他纯粹是任性。
  • The best of us have a spice of perversity in us.在我们最出色的人身上都有任性的一面。
79 tripe IGSyR     
n.废话,肚子, 内脏
  • I can't eat either tripe or liver.我不吃肚也不吃肝。
  • I don't read that tripe.我才不看那种无聊的东西呢。
80 burlesque scEyq     
  • Our comic play was a burlesque of a Shakespearean tragedy.我们的喜剧是对莎士比亚一出悲剧的讽刺性模仿。
  • He shouldn't burlesque the elder.他不应模仿那长者。
81 disapproval VuTx4     
  • The teacher made an outward show of disapproval.老师表面上表示不同意。
  • They shouted their disapproval.他们喊叫表示反对。
82 frugality XhMxn     
  • We must build up our country with industry and frugality.我们必须勤俭建国。
  • By frugality she managed to get along on her small salary.凭着节俭,她设法以自己微薄的薪水生活。
83 compassion 3q2zZ     
  • He could not help having compassion for the poor creature.他情不自禁地怜悯起那个可怜的人来。
  • Her heart was filled with compassion for the motherless children.她对于没有母亲的孩子们充满了怜悯心。
84 frivolous YfWzi     
  • This is a frivolous way of attacking the problem.这是一种轻率敷衍的处理问题的方式。
  • He spent a lot of his money on frivolous things.他在一些无聊的事上花了好多钱。
85 deplored 5e09629c8c32d80fe4b48562675b50ad     
v.悲叹,痛惜,强烈反对( deplore的过去式和过去分词 )
  • They deplored the price of motor car, textiles, wheat, and oil. 他们悲叹汽车、纺织品、小麦和石油的价格。 来自辞典例句
  • Hawthorne feels that all excess is to be deplored. 霍桑觉得一切过分的举动都是可悲的。 来自辞典例句
86 miserable g18yk     
  • It was miserable of you to make fun of him.你取笑他,这是可耻的。
  • Her past life was miserable.她过去的生活很苦。
87 deceptions 6e9692ef1feea456d129b9e2ca030441     
欺骗( deception的名词复数 ); 骗术,诡计
  • Nobody saw through Mary's deceptions. 无人看透玛丽的诡计。
  • There was for him only one trustworthy road through deceptions and mirages. 对他来说只有一条可靠的路能避开幻想和错觉。
88 salmon pClzB     
  • We saw a salmon jumping in the waterfall there.我们看见一条大马哈鱼在那边瀑布中跳跃。
  • Do you have any fresh salmon in at the moment?现在有新鲜大马哈鱼卖吗?
89 jolt ck1y2     
  • We were worried that one tiny jolt could worsen her injuries.我们担心稍微颠簸一下就可能会使她的伤势恶化。
  • They were working frantically in the fear that an aftershock would jolt the house again.他们拼命地干着,担心余震可能会使房子再次受到震动。
90 unnaturally 3ftzAP     
  • Her voice sounded unnaturally loud. 她的嗓音很响亮,但是有点反常。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Her eyes were unnaturally bright. 她的眼睛亮得不自然。 来自《简明英汉词典》
91 boisterously 19b3c18619ede9af3062a670f3d59e2b     
  • They burst boisterously into the room. 他们吵吵嚷嚷地闯入房间。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • Drums and gongs were beating boisterously. 锣鼓敲打得很热闹。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
92 whining whining     
n. 抱怨,牢骚 v. 哭诉,发牢骚
  • That's the way with you whining, puny, pitiful players. 你们这种又爱哭、又软弱、又可怜的赌棍就是这样。
  • The dog sat outside the door whining (to be let in). 那条狗坐在门外狺狺叫着(要进来)。
93 kindly tpUzhQ     
  • Her neighbours spoke of her as kindly and hospitable.她的邻居都说她和蔼可亲、热情好客。
  • A shadow passed over the kindly face of the old woman.一道阴影掠过老太太慈祥的面孔。
94 livestock c0Wx1     
  • Both men and livestock are flourishing.人畜两旺。
  • The heavy rains and flooding killed scores of livestock.暴雨和大水淹死了许多牲口。
95 hopped 91b136feb9c3ae690a1c2672986faa1c     
跳上[下]( hop的过去式和过去分词 ); 单足蹦跳; 齐足(或双足)跳行; 摘葎草花
  • He hopped onto a car and wanted to drive to town. 他跳上汽车想开向市区。
  • He hopped into a car and drove to town. 他跳进汽车,向市区开去。
96 shreds 0288daa27f5fcbe882c0eaedf23db832     
v.撕碎,切碎( shred的第三人称单数 );用撕毁机撕毁(文件)
  • Peel the carrots and cut them into shreds. 将胡罗卜削皮,切成丝。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • I want to take this diary and rip it into shreds. 我真想一赌气扯了这日记。 来自汉英文学 - 中国现代小说
97 veins 65827206226d9e2d78ea2bfe697c6329     
n.纹理;矿脉( vein的名词复数 );静脉;叶脉;纹理
  • The blood flows from the capillaries back into the veins. 血从毛细血管流回静脉。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • I felt a pleasant glow in all my veins from the wine. 喝过酒后我浑身的血都热烘烘的,感到很舒服。 来自《简明英汉词典》
98 peculiar cinyo     
  • He walks in a peculiar fashion.他走路的样子很奇特。
  • He looked at me with a very peculiar expression.他用一种很奇怪的表情看着我。
99 gravel s6hyT     
  • We bought six bags of gravel for the garden path.我们购买了六袋碎石用来铺花园的小路。
  • More gravel is needed to fill the hollow in the drive.需要更多的砾石来填平车道上的坑洼。
100 moldy Q1gya     
  • She chucked the moldy potatoes in the dustbin.她把发霉的土豆扔进垃圾箱。
  • Oranges can be kept for a long time without going moldy.橙子可以存放很长时间而不腐烂。
101 doomed EuuzC1     
  • The court doomed the accused to a long term of imprisonment. 法庭判处被告长期监禁。
  • A country ruled by an iron hand is doomed to suffer. 被铁腕人物统治的国家定会遭受不幸的。
102 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。
103 dozed 30eca1f1e3c038208b79924c30b35bfc     
v.打盹儿,打瞌睡( doze的过去式和过去分词 )
  • He boozed till daylight and dozed into the afternoon. 他喝了个通霄,昏沉沉地一直睡到下午。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
  • I dozed off during the soporific music. 我听到这催人入睡的音乐,便不知不觉打起盹儿来了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
104 wilted 783820c8ba2b0b332b81731bd1f08ae0     
(使)凋谢,枯萎( wilt的过去式和过去分词 )
  • The flowers wilted in the hot sun. 花在烈日下枯萎了。
  • The romance blossomed for six or seven months, and then wilted. 那罗曼史持续六七个月之后就告吹了。
105 inquiry nbgzF     
  • Many parents have been pressing for an inquiry into the problem.许多家长迫切要求调查这个问题。
  • The field of inquiry has narrowed down to five persons.调查的范围已经缩小到只剩5个人了。
106 parlor v4MzU     
  • She was lying on a small settee in the parlor.她躺在客厅的一张小长椅上。
  • Is there a pizza parlor in the neighborhood?附近有没有比萨店?
107 auditorium HO6yK     
  • The teacher gathered all the pupils in the auditorium.老师把全体同学集合在礼堂内。
  • The stage is thrust forward into the auditorium.舞台向前突出,伸入观众席。
108 contractor GnZyO     
  • The Tokyo contractor was asked to kick $ 6000 back as commission.那个东京的承包商被要求退还6000美元作为佣金。
  • The style of house the contractor builds depends partly on the lay of the land.承包商所建房屋的式样,有几分要看地势而定。


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