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Wild Swans
Wild Swans
Flo said to watch out for White Slavers. She said this was how they operated: an old woman, amotherly or grandmotherly sort, made friends while riding beside you on a bus or train. Sheoffered you candy, which was drugged. Pretty soon you began to droop1 and mumble2, were in nocondition to speak for yourself. Oh, Help, the woman said, my daughter (granddaughter) is sick,please somebody help me get her off so that she can recover in the fresh air. Up stepped a politegentleman, pretending to be a stranger, offering assistance. Together, at the next stop, they hustledyou off the train or bus, and that was the last the ordinary world ever saw of you. They kept you aprisoner in the White Slave place (to which you had been transported drugged and bound so youwouldn’t even know where you were), until such time as you were thoroughly3 degraded and indespair, your insides torn up by drunken men and invested with vile4 disease, your mind destroyedby drugs, your hair and teeth fallen out. It took about three years, for you to get to this state. Youwouldn’t want to go home, then, maybe couldn’t remember home, or find your way if you did. Sothey let you out on the streets.
Flo took ten dollars and put it in a little cloth bag which she sewed to the strap5 of Rose’s slip.
Another thing likely to happen was that Rose would get her purse stolen.
Watch out, Flo said as well, for people dressed up as ministers. They were the worst. Thatdisguise was commonly adopted by White Slavers, as well as those after your money.
Rose said she didn’t see how she could tell which ones were disguised.
Flo had worked in Toronto once. She had worked as a waitress in a coffee shop in unionStation. That was how she knew all she knew. She never saw sunlight, in those days, except on herdays off. But she saw plenty else. She saw a man cut another man’s stomach with a knife, just pullout his shirt and do a tidy cut, as if it was a water-melon not a stomach. The stomach’s owner justsat looking down surprised, with no time to protest. Flo implied that that was nothing, in Toronto.
She saw two bad women (that was what Flo called whores, running the two words together, likebadminton) get into a fight, and a man laughed at them, other men stopped and laughed and eggedthem on, and they had their fists full of each other’s hair. At last the police came and took themaway, still howling and yelping6.
She saw a child die of a fit, too. Its face was black as ink.
“Well I’m not scared,” said Rose provokingly. “There’s the police, anyway.”
“Oh, them! They’d be the first ones to diddle you!”
She did not believe anything Flo said on the subject of sex.
Consider the undertaker.
A little bald man, very neatly7 dressed, would come into the store sometimes and speak to Flowith a placating8 expression.
“I only wanted a bag of candy. And maybe a few packages of gum. And one or two chocolatebars. Could you go to the trouble of wrapping them?”
Flo in her mock-deferential tone would assure him that she could. She wrapped them in heavy-duty white paper, so they were something like presents. He took his time with the selection,humming and chatting, then dawdled9 for a while. He might ask how Flo was feeling. And howRose was, if she was there.
“You look pale. Young girls need fresh air.” To Flo he would say, “You work too hard. You’veworked hard all your life.”
“No rest for the wicked,” Flo would say agreeably.
When he went out she hurried to the window. There it was—the old black hearse with its purplecurtains.
“He’ll be after them today!” Flo would say as the hearse rolled away at a gentle pace, almost afuneral pace. The little man had been an undertaker, but he was retired10 now. The hearse wasretired too.
His sons had taken over the undertaking11 and bought a new one. He drove the old hearse all overthe country, looking for women. So Flo said. Rose could not believe it. Flo said he gave them thegum and the candy. Rose said he probably ate them himself. Flo said he had been seen, he hadbeen heard. In mild weather he drove with the windows down, singing, to himself or to somebodyout of sight in the back.
Her brow is like the snowdrift
Her throat is like the swan
Flo imitated him singing. Gently overtaking some woman walking on a back road, or resting ata country crossroads. All compliments and courtesy and chocolate bars, offering a ride. Of courseevery woman who reported being asked said she had turned him down. He never pesteredanybody, drove politely on. He called in at houses, and if the husband was home he seemed to likejust as well as anything to sit and chat. Wives said that was all he ever did anyway but Flo did notbelieve it.
“Some women are taken in,” she said. “A number.” She liked to speculate on what the hearsewas like inside. Plush. Plush on the walls and the roof and the floor. Soft purple, the color of thecurtains, the color of dark lilacs.
All nonsense, Rose thought. Who could believe it, of a man that age?
ROSE WAS GOING to Toronto on the train for the first time by herself. She had been oncebefore, but that was with Flo, long before her father died. They took along their own sandwichesand bought milk from the vendor12 on the train. It was sour. Sour chocolate milk. Rose kept takingtiny sips13, unwilling14 to admit that something so much desired could fail her. Flo sniffed15 it, thenhunted up and down the train until she found the old man in his red jacket, with no teeth and thetray hanging around his neck. She invited him to sample the chocolate milk. She invited peoplenearby to smell it. He let her have some ginger16 ale for nothing. It was slightly warm.
“I let him know,” Flo said looking around after he had left. “You have to let them know.”
A woman agreed with her but most people looked out the window. Rose drank the warm gingerale. Either that, or the scene with the vendor, or the conversation Flo and the agreeing woman nowgot into about where they came from, why they were going to Toronto, and Rose’s morningconstipation which was why she was lacking color, or the small amount of chocolate milk she hadgot inside her, caused her to throw up in the train toilet. All day long she was afraid people inToronto could smell vomit17 on her coat.
This time Flo started the trip off by saying, “Keep an eye on her, she’s never been away fromhome before!” to the conductor, then looking around and laughing, to show that was jokinglymeant. Then she had to get off. It seemed the conductor had no more need for jokes than Rose had,and no intention of keeping an eye on anybody. He never spoke18 to Rose except to ask for herticket. She had a window seat, and was soon extraordinarily19 happy. She felt Flo receding20, WestHanratty flying away from her, her own wearying self discarded as easily as everything else. Sheloved the towns less and less known. A woman was standing21 at her back door in her nightgown,not caring if everybody on the train saw her. They were traveling south, out of the snow belt, intoan earlier spring, a tenderer sort of landscape. People could grow peach trees in their backyards.
Rose collected in her mind the things she had to look for in Toronto. First, things for Flo.
Special stockings for her varicose veins22. A special kind of cement for sticking handles on pots.
And a full set of dominoes.
For herself Rose wanted to buy hair-remover to put on her arms and legs, and if possible anarrangement of inflatable cushions, supposed to reduce your hips23 and thighs24. She thought theyprobably had hair-remover in the drugstore in Hanratty, but the woman in there was a friend ofFlo’s and told everything. She told Flo who bought hair dye and slimming medicine and Frenchsafes. As for the cushion business, you could send away for it but there was sure to be a commentat the Post Office, and Flo knew people there as well. She also hoped to buy some bangles, and anangora sweater. She had great hopes of silver bangles and powder-blue angora. She thought theycould transform her, make her calm and slender and take the fizz out of her hair, dry herunderarms and turn her complexion25 to pearl.
The money for these things, as well as the money for the trip, came from a prize Rose had won,for writing an essay called “Art and Science in the World of Tomorrow.” To her surprise, Floasked if she could read it, and while she was reading it, she remarked that they must have thoughtthey had to give Rose the prize for swallowing the dictionary. Then she said shyly, “It’s veryinteresting.”
She would have to spend the night at Cela McKinney’s. Cela McKinney was her father’scousin. She had married a hotel manager and thought she had gone up in the world. But the hotelmanager came home one day and sat down on the dining room floor between two chairs and said,“I am never going to leave this house again.” Nothing unusual had happened, he had just decidednot to go out of the house again, and he didn’t, until he died. That had made Cela McKinney oddand nervous. She locked her doors at eight o’clock. She was also very stingy. Supper was usuallyoatmeal porridge, with raisins26. Her house was dark and narrow and smelled like a bank.
The train was filling up. At Brantford a man asked if she would mind if he sat down beside her.
“It’s cooler out than you’d think,” he said. He offered her part of his newspaper. She said nothanks.
Then lest he think her rude she said it really was cooler. She went on looking out the window atthe spring morning. There was no snow left, down here. The trees and bushes seemed to have apaler bark than they did at home. Even the sunlight looked different. It was as different from home,here, as the coast of the Mediterranean27 would be, or the valleys of California.
“Filthy windows, you’d think they’d take more care,” the man said. “Do you travel much bytrain?”
She said no.
Water was lying in the fields. He nodded at it and said there was a lot this year.
“Heavy snows.”
She noticed his saying snows, a poetic-sounding word. Anyone at home would have said snow.
“I had an unusual experience the other day. I was driving out in the country. In fact I was on myway to see one of my parishioners, a lady with a heart condition—”
She looked quickly at his collar. He was wearing an ordinary shirt and tie and a dark blue suit.
“Oh, yes,” he said. “I’m a United Church minister. But I don’t always wear my uniform. I wearit for preaching in. I’m off duty today.”
“Well as I said I was driving through the country and I saw some Canada Geese down on apond, and I took another look, and there were some swans down with them. A whole great flock ofswans. What a lovely sight they were. They would be on their spring migration28, I expect, headingup north. What a spectacle. I never saw anything like it.”
Rose was unable to think appreciatively of the wild swans because she was afraid he was goingto lead the conversation from them to Nature in general and then to God, the way a minister wouldfeel obliged to do. But he did not, he stopped with the swans.
“A very fine sight. You would have enjoyed them.”
He was between fifty and sixty years old, Rose thought. He was short, and energetic-looking,with a square ruddy face and bright waves of gray hair combed straight up from his forehead.
When she realized he was not going to mention God she felt she ought to show her gratitude29.
She said they must have been lovely.
“It wasn’t even a regular pond, it was just some water lying in a field. It was just by luck thewater was lying there and I had to drive by there. And they came down and I came driving by atthe right time. Just by luck. They come in at the east end of Lake Erie, I think. But I never waslucky enough to see them before.”
She turned by degrees to the window, and he returned to his paper. She remained slightlysmiling, so as not to seem rude, not to seem to be rejecting conversation altogether. The morningreally was cool, and she had taken down her coat off the hook where she put it when she first goton the train, she had spread it over herself, like a lap robe. She had set her purse on the floor whenthe minister sat down, to give him room. He took the sections of the paper apart, shaking andrustling them in a leisurely30, rather showy, way. He seemed to her the sort of person who doeseverything in a showy way. A ministerial way. He brushed aside the sections he didn’t want at themoment. A corner of newspaper touched her leg, just at the edge of her coat.
She thought for some time that it was the paper. Then she said to herself, what if it is a hand?
That was the kind of thing she could imagine. She would sometimes look at men’s hands, at thefuzz on their forearms, their concentrating profiles. She would think about everything they coulddo. Even the stupid ones. For instance the driver-salesman who brought the bread to Flo’s store.
The ripeness and confidence of manner, the settled mixture of ease and alertness, with which hehandled the bread truck. A fold of mature belly31 over the belt did not displease32 her. Another timeshe had her eye on the French teacher at school. Not a Frenchman at all, really, his name wasMcLaren, but Rose thought teaching French had rubbed off on him, made him look like one.
Quick and sallow; sharp shoulders; hooked nose and sad eyes. She saw him lapping and coilinghis way through slow pleasures, a perfect autocrat33 of indulgences. She had a considerable longingto be somebody’s object. Pounded, pleasured, reduced, exhausted34.
But what if it was a hand? What if it really was a hand? She shifted slightly, moved as much asshe could towards the window. Her imagination seemed to have created this reality, a reality shewas not prepared for at all. She found it alarming. She was concentrating on that leg, that bit ofskin with the stocking over it. She could not bring herself to look. Was there a pressure, or wasthere not? She shifted again. Her legs had been, and remained, tightly closed. It was. It was a hand.
It was a hand’s pressure.
Please don’t. That was what she tried to say. She shaped the words in her mind, tried them out,then couldn’t get them past her lips. Why was that? The embarrassment35, was it, the fear thatpeople might hear? People were all around them, the seats were full.
It was not only that.
She did manage to look at him, not raising her head but turning it cautiously. He had tilted36 hisseat back and closed his eyes. There was his dark blue suit sleeve, disappearing under thenewspaper. He had arranged the paper so that it overlapped37 Rose’s coat. His hand was underneath,simply resting, as if flung out in sleep.
Now, Rose could have shifted the newspaper and removed her coat. If he was not asleep, hewould have been obliged to draw back his hand. If he was asleep, if he did not draw it back, shecould have whispered, Excuse me, and set his hand firmly on his own knee. This solution, soobvious and foolproof, did not occur to her. And she would have to wonder, why not? Theminister’s hand was not, or not yet, at all welcome to her. It made her feel uncomfortable,resentful, slightly disgusted, trapped and wary38. But she could not take charge of it, to reject it. Shecould not insist that it was there, when he seemed to be insisting that it was not. How could shedeclare him responsible, when he lay there so harmless and trusting, resting himself before hisbusy day, with such a pleased and healthy face? A man older than her father would be, if he wereliving, a man used to deference39, an appreciator of Nature, delighter in wild swans. If she did sayPlease don’t she was sure he would ignore her, as if overlooking some silliness or impoliteness onher part. She knew that as soon as she said it she would hope he had not heard.
But there was more to it than that. Curiosity. More constant, more imperious, than any lust40. Alust in itself, that will make you draw back and wait, wait too long, risk almost anything, just tosee what will happen. To see what will happen.
The hand began, over the next several miles, the most delicate, the most timid, pressures andinvestigations. Not asleep. Or if he was, his hand wasn’t. She did feel disgust. She felt a faint,wandering nausea41. She thought of flesh: lumps of flesh, pink snouts, fat tongues, blunt fingers, allon their way trotting42 and creeping and lolling and rubbing, looking for their comfort. She thoughtof cats in heat rubbing themselves along the top of board fences, yowling with their miserablecomplaint. It was pitiful, infantile, this itching43 and shoving and squeezing. Spongy tissues,inflamed membranes44, tormented45 nerve-ends, shameful46 smells; humiliation47.
All that was starting. His hand, that she wouldn’t ever have wanted to hold, that she wouldn’thave squeezed back, his stubborn patient hand was able, after all, to get the ferns to rustle48 and thestreams to flow, to waken a sly luxuriance.
Nevertheless, she would rather not. She would still rather not. Please remove this, she said outthe window. Stop it, please, she said to the stumps49 and barns. The hand moved up her leg past thetop of her stocking to her bare skin, had moved higher, under her suspender, reached herunderpants and the lower part of her belly. Her legs were still crossed, pinched together. While herlegs stayed crossed she could lay claim to innocence50, she had not admitted anything. She couldstill believe that she would stop this in a minute. Nothing was going to happen, nothing more. Herlegs were never going to open.
But they were. They were. As the train crossed the Niagara Escarpment above Dundas, as theylooked down at the preglacial valley, the silver-wooded rubble51 of little hills, as they came slidingdown to the shores of Lake Ontario, she would make this slow, and silent, and definite,declaration, perhaps disappointing as much as satisfying the hand’s owner. He would not lift hiseyelids, his face would not alter, his fingers would not hesitate, but would go powerfully anddiscreetly to work. Invasion, and welcome, and sunlight flashing far and wide on the lake water;miles of bare orchards53 stirring round Burlington.
This was disgrace, this was beggary. But what harm in that, we say to ourselves at suchmoments, what harm in anything, the worse the better, as we ride the cold wave of greed, ofgreedy assent54. A stranger’s hand, or root vegetables or humble55 kitchen tools that people tell jokesabout; the world is tumbling with innocent-seeming objects ready to declare themselves, slipperyand obliging. She was careful of her breathing. She could not believe this. Victim and accompliceshe was borne past Glassco’s Jams and Marmalades, past the big pulsating56 pipes of oil refineries57.
They glided58 into suburbs where bedsheets, and towels used to wipe up intimate stains flappedleeringly on the clotheslines, where even the children seemed to be frolicking lewdly59 in theschoolyards, and the very truckdrivers stopped at the railway crossings must be thrusting theirthumbs gleefully into curled hands. Such cunning antics now, such popular visions. The gates andtowers of the Exhibition Grounds came to view, the painted domes61 and pillars floated marvelouslyagainst her eyelids52rosy62 sky. Then flew apart in celebration. You could have had such a flock ofbirds, wild swans, even, wakened under one big dome60 together, exploding from it, taking to thesky.
She bit the edge of her tongue. Very soon the conductor passed through the train, to stir thetravelers, warn them back to life.
In the darkness under the station the United Church minister, refreshed, opened his eyes and gothis paper folded together, then asked if she would like some help with her coat. His gallantry wasself-satisfied, dismissive. No, said Rose, with a sore tongue. He hurried out of the train ahead ofher. She did not see him in the station. She never saw him again in her life. But he remained oncall, so to speak, for years and years, ready to slip into place at a critical moment, without evenany regard, later on, for husband or lovers. What recommended him? She could never understandit. His simplicity63, his arrogance64, his perversely65 appealing lack of handsomeness, even of ordinarygrown-up masculinity? When he stood up she saw that he was shorter even than she had thought,that his face was pink and shiny, that there was something crude and pushy66 and childish abouthim.
Was he a minister, really, or was that only what he said? Flo had mentioned people who werenot ministers, dressed up as if they were. Not real ministers dressed as if they were not. Or,stranger still, men who were not real ministers pretending to be real but dressed as if they werenot. But that she had come as close as she had, to what could happen, was an unwelcome thing.
Rose walked through union Station feeling the little bag with the ten dollars rubbing at her, knewshe would feel it all day long, rubbing its reminder67 against her skin.
She couldn’t stop getting Flo’s messages, even with that. She remembered, because she was inunion Station, that there was a girl named Mavis working here, in the Gift Shop, when Flo wasworking in the coffee shop. Mavis had warts68 on her eyelids that looked like they were going toturn into sties but they didn’t, they went away. Maybe she had them removed, Flo didn’t ask. Shewas very good-looking, without them. There was a movie star in those days she looked a lot like.
The movie star’s name was Frances Farmer.
Frances Farmer. Rose had never heard of her.
That was the name. And Mavis went and bought herself a big hat that dipped over one eye and adress entirely69 made of lace. She went off for the weekend to Georgian Bay, to a resort up there.
She booked herself in under the name of Florence Farmer. To give everybody the idea she wasreally the other one, Frances Farmer, but calling herself Florence because she was on holidays anddidn’t want to be recognized. She had a little cigarette holder70 that was black and mother-of-pearl.
She could have been arrested, Flo said. For the nerve.
Rose almost went over to the Gift Shop, to see if Mavis was still there and if she couldrecognize her. She thought it would be an especially fine thing, to manage a transformation71 likethat. To dare it; to get away with it, to enter on preposterous72 adventures in your own, but newlynamed, skin.


1 droop p8Zyd     
  • The heavy snow made the branches droop.大雪使树枝垂下来。
  • Don't let your spirits droop.不要萎靡不振。
2 mumble KwYyP     
  • Her grandmother mumbled in her sleep.她祖母含混不清地说着梦话。
  • He could hear the low mumble of Navarro's voice.他能听到纳瓦罗在小声咕哝。
3 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。
4 vile YLWz0     
  • Who could have carried out such a vile attack?会是谁发起这么卑鄙的攻击呢?
  • Her talk was full of vile curses.她的话里充满着恶毒的咒骂。
5 strap 5GhzK     
  • She held onto a strap to steady herself.她抓住拉手吊带以便站稳。
  • The nurse will strap up your wound.护士会绑扎你的伤口。
6 yelping d88c5dddb337783573a95306628593ec     
v.发出短而尖的叫声( yelp的现在分词 )
  • In the middle of the table sat a little dog, shaking its paw and yelping. 在桌子中间有一只小狗坐在那儿,抖着它的爪子,汪汪地叫。 来自辞典例句
  • He saved men from drowning and you shake at a cur's yelping. 他搭救了快要溺死的人们,你呢,听到一条野狗叫唤也瑟瑟发抖。 来自互联网
7 neatly ynZzBp     
  • Sailors know how to wind up a long rope neatly.水手们知道怎样把一条大绳利落地缠好。
  • The child's dress is neatly gathered at the neck.那孩子的衣服在领口处打着整齐的皱褶。
8 placating 9105b064dea8efdf14de6a293f45c31d     
v.安抚,抚慰,使平静( placate的现在分词 )
  • She pulled her face into a placating and childlike expression. 于是她装出一副稚气的想要和解的样子来。 来自飘(部分)
  • Uncle Peter's voice came as from a far distance, plaintive, placating. 彼得大叔这时说话了,他的声音犹如自一个遥远的地方起来,既带有哀愁又给人以安慰。 来自飘(部分)
9 dawdled e13887512a8e1d9bfc5b2d850972714d     
v.混(时间)( dawdle的过去式和过去分词 )
  • Billy dawdled behind her all morning. 比利整个上午都跟在她后面闲混。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • He dawdled away his time. 他在混日子。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
10 retired Njhzyv     
  • The old man retired to the country for rest.这位老人下乡休息去了。
  • Many retired people take up gardening as a hobby.许多退休的人都以从事园艺为嗜好。
11 undertaking Mfkz7S     
  • He gave her an undertaking that he would pay the money back with in a year.他向她做了一年内还钱的保证。
  • He is too timid to venture upon an undertaking.他太胆小,不敢从事任何事业。
12 vendor 3izwB     
  • She looked at the vendor who cheated her the other day with distaste.她厌恶地望着那个前几天曾经欺骗过她的小贩。
  • He must inform the vendor immediately.他必须立即通知卖方。
13 sips 17376ee985672e924e683c143c5a5756     
n.小口喝,一小口的量( sip的名词复数 )v.小口喝,呷,抿( sip的第三人称单数 )
  • You must administer them slowly, allowing the child to swallow between sips. 你应慢慢给药,使小儿在吸吮之间有充分的时间吞咽。 来自辞典例句
  • Emission standards applicable to preexisting stationary sources appear in state implementation plans (SIPs). 在《州实施计划》中出现了固定污染的排放标准。 来自英汉非文学 - 环境法 - 环境法
14 unwilling CjpwB     
  • The natives were unwilling to be bent by colonial power.土著居民不愿受殖民势力的摆布。
  • His tightfisted employer was unwilling to give him a raise.他那吝啬的雇主不肯给他加薪。
15 sniffed ccb6bd83c4e9592715e6230a90f76b72     
v.以鼻吸气,嗅,闻( sniff的过去式和过去分词 );抽鼻子(尤指哭泣、患感冒等时出声地用鼻子吸气);抱怨,不以为然地说
  • When Jenney had stopped crying she sniffed and dried her eyes. 珍妮停止了哭泣,吸了吸鼻子,擦干了眼泪。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The dog sniffed suspiciously at the stranger. 狗疑惑地嗅着那个陌生人。 来自《简明英汉词典》
16 ginger bzryX     
  • There is no ginger in the young man.这个年轻人没有精神。
  • Ginger shall be hot in the mouth.生姜吃到嘴里总是辣的。
17 vomit TL9zV     
  • They gave her salty water to make her vomit.他们给她喝盐水好让她吐出来。
  • She was stricken by pain and began to vomit.她感到一阵疼痛,开始呕吐起来。
18 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。
19 extraordinarily Vlwxw     
  • She is an extraordinarily beautiful girl.她是个美丽非凡的姑娘。
  • The sea was extraordinarily calm that morning.那天清晨,大海出奇地宁静。
20 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
21 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。
22 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》
23 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》
24 thighs e4741ffc827755fcb63c8b296150ab4e     
n.股,大腿( thigh的名词复数 );食用的鸡(等的)腿
  • He's gone to London for skin grafts on his thighs. 他去伦敦做大腿植皮手术了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The water came up to the fisherman's thighs. 水没到了渔夫的大腿。 来自《简明英汉词典》
25 complexion IOsz4     
  • Red does not suit with her complexion.红色与她的肤色不协调。
  • Her resignation puts a different complexion on things.她一辞职局面就全变了。
26 raisins f7a89b31fdf9255863139804963e88cf     
n.葡萄干( raisin的名词复数 )
  • These raisins come from Xinjiang,they taste delicious. 这些葡萄干产自新疆,味道很甜。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Mother put some raisins in the cake. 母亲在糕饼中放了一些葡萄干。 来自辞典例句
27 Mediterranean ezuzT     
  • The houses are Mediterranean in character.这些房子都属地中海风格。
  • Gibraltar is the key to the Mediterranean.直布罗陀是地中海的要冲。
28 migration mDpxj     
  • Swallows begin their migration south in autumn.燕子在秋季开始向南方迁移。
  • He described the vernal migration of birds in detail.他详细地描述了鸟的春季移居。
29 gratitude p6wyS     
  • I have expressed the depth of my gratitude to him.我向他表示了深切的谢意。
  • She could not help her tears of gratitude rolling down her face.她感激的泪珠禁不住沿着面颊流了下来。
30 leisurely 51Txb     
  • We walked in a leisurely manner,looking in all the windows.我们慢悠悠地走着,看遍所有的橱窗。
  • He had a leisurely breakfast and drove cheerfully to work.他从容的吃了早餐,高兴的开车去工作。
31 belly QyKzLi     
  • The boss has a large belly.老板大腹便便。
  • His eyes are bigger than his belly.他眼馋肚饱。
32 displease BtXxC     
  • Not wishing to displease her,he avoided answering the question.为了不惹她生气,他对这个问题避而不答。
  • She couldn't afford to displease her boss.她得罪不起她的上司。
33 autocrat 7uMzo     
  • He was an accomplished politician and a crafty autocrat.他是个有造诣的政治家,也是个狡黠的独裁者。
  • The nobles tried to limit the powers of the autocrat without success.贵族企图限制专制君主的权力,但没有成功。
34 exhausted 7taz4r     
  • It was a long haul home and we arrived exhausted.搬运回家的这段路程特别长,到家时我们已筋疲力尽。
  • Jenny was exhausted by the hustle of city life.珍妮被城市生活的忙乱弄得筋疲力尽。
35 embarrassment fj9z8     
  • She could have died away with embarrassment.她窘迫得要死。
  • Coughing at a concert can be a real embarrassment.在音乐会上咳嗽真会使人难堪。
36 tilted 3gtzE5     
v. 倾斜的
  • Suddenly the boat tilted to one side. 小船突然倾向一侧。
  • She tilted her chin at him defiantly. 她向他翘起下巴表示挑衅。
37 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
38 wary JMEzk     
  • He is wary of telling secrets to others.他谨防向他人泄露秘密。
  • Paula frowned,suddenly wary.宝拉皱了皱眉头,突然警惕起来。
39 deference mmKzz     
  • Do you treat your parents and teachers with deference?你对父母师长尊敬吗?
  • The major defect of their work was deference to authority.他们的主要缺陷是趋从权威。
40 lust N8rz1     
  • He was filled with lust for power.他内心充满了对权力的渴望。
  • Sensing the explorer's lust for gold, the chief wisely presented gold ornaments as gifts.酋长觉察出探险者们垂涎黄金的欲念,就聪明地把金饰品作为礼物赠送给他们。
41 nausea C5Dzz     
  • Early pregnancy is often accompanied by nausea.怀孕期常有恶心的现象。
  • He experienced nausea after eating octopus.吃了章鱼后他感到恶心。
42 trotting cbfe4f2086fbf0d567ffdf135320f26a     
小跑,急走( trot的现在分词 ); 匆匆忙忙地走
  • The riders came trotting down the lane. 这骑手骑着马在小路上慢跑。
  • Alan took the reins and the small horse started trotting. 艾伦抓住缰绳,小马开始慢跑起来。
43 itching wqnzVZ     
adj.贪得的,痒的,渴望的v.发痒( itch的现在分词 )
  • The itching was almost more than he could stand. 他痒得几乎忍不住了。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • My nose is itching. 我的鼻子发痒。 来自《简明英汉词典》
44 membranes 93ec26b8b1eb155ef0aeaa845da95972     
n.(动物或植物体内的)薄膜( membrane的名词复数 );隔膜;(可起防水、防风等作用的)膜状物
  • The waste material is placed in cells with permeable membranes. 废液置于有渗透膜的槽中。 来自辞典例句
  • The sarcoplasmic reticulum is a system of intracellular membranes. 肌浆网属于细胞内膜系统。 来自辞典例句
45 tormented b017cc8a8957c07bc6b20230800888d0     
  • The knowledge of his guilt tormented him. 知道了自己的罪责使他非常痛苦。
  • He had lain awake all night, tormented by jealousy. 他彻夜未眠,深受嫉妒的折磨。
46 shameful DzzwR     
  • It is very shameful of him to show off.他向人炫耀自己,真不害臊。
  • We must expose this shameful activity to the newspapers.我们一定要向报社揭露这一无耻行径。
47 humiliation Jd3zW     
  • He suffered the humiliation of being forced to ask for his cards.他蒙受了被迫要求辞职的羞辱。
  • He will wish to revenge his humiliation in last Season's Final.他会为在上个季度的决赛中所受的耻辱而报复的。
48 rustle thPyl     
  • She heard a rustle in the bushes.她听到灌木丛中一阵沙沙声。
  • He heard a rustle of leaves in the breeze.他听到树叶在微风中发出的沙沙声。
49 stumps 221f9ff23e30fdcc0f64ec738849554c     
(被砍下的树的)树桩( stump的名词复数 ); 残肢; (板球三柱门的)柱; 残余部分
  • Rocks and stumps supplied the place of chairs at the picnic. 野餐时石头和树桩都充当了椅子。
  • If you don't stir your stumps, Tom, you'll be late for school again. 汤姆,如果你不快走,上学又要迟到了。
50 innocence ZbizC     
  • There was a touching air of innocence about the boy.这个男孩有一种令人感动的天真神情。
  • The accused man proved his innocence of the crime.被告人经证实无罪。
51 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。
52 eyelids 86ece0ca18a95664f58bda5de252f4e7     
n.眼睑( eyelid的名词复数 );眼睛也不眨一下;不露声色;面不改色
  • She was so tired, her eyelids were beginning to droop. 她太疲倦了,眼睑开始往下垂。
  • Her eyelids drooped as if she were on the verge of sleep. 她眼睑低垂好像快要睡着的样子。 来自《简明英汉词典》
53 orchards d6be15c5dabd9dea7702c7b892c9330e     
(通常指围起来的)果园( orchard的名词复数 )
  • They turned the hills into orchards and plains into granaries. 他们把山坡变成了果园,把平地变成了粮仓。
  • Some of the new planted apple orchards have also begun to bear. 有些新开的苹果园也开始结苹果了。
54 assent Hv6zL     
  • I cannot assent to what you ask.我不能应允你的要求。
  • The new bill passed by Parliament has received Royal Assent.议会所通过的新方案已获国王批准。
55 humble ddjzU     
  • In my humble opinion,he will win the election.依我拙见,他将在选举中获胜。
  • Defeat and failure make people humble.挫折与失败会使人谦卑。
56 pulsating d9276d5eaa70da7d97b300b971f0d74b     
adj.搏动的,脉冲的v.有节奏地舒张及收缩( pulsate的现在分词 );跳动;脉动;受(激情)震动
  • Lights were pulsating in the sky. 天空有闪烁的光。
  • Spindles and fingers moved so quickly that the workshop seemed to be one great nervously-pulsating machine. 工作很紧张,全车间是一个飞快的转轮。 来自子夜部分
57 refineries f6f752d4dedfa84ee0eead1d97a27bb2     
精炼厂( refinery的名词复数 )
  • The efforts on closedown and suspension of small sugar refineries, small saccharin refineries and small paper mills are also being carried out in steps. 关停小糖厂、小糖精厂、小造纸厂的工作也已逐步展开。
  • Hence the sitting of refineries is at a distance from population centres. 所以,炼油厂的厂址总在远离人口集中的地方。
58 glided dc24e51e27cfc17f7f45752acf858ed1     
v.滑动( glide的过去式和过去分词 );掠过;(鸟或飞机 ) 滑翔
  • The President's motorcade glided by. 总统的车队一溜烟开了过去。
  • They glided along the wall until they were out of sight. 他们沿着墙壁溜得无影无踪。 来自《简明英汉词典》
59 lewdly f28dac261cc6766b97b2ceb4847436cb     
  • He rubbed his forehead harshly with his knuckles, like stupor, and snickered lewdly. 他用指关节使劲擦了擦自己的额头,象个醉鬼一样,一面色迷迷地嘻嘻笑着。 来自互联网
60 dome 7s2xC     
  • The dome was supported by white marble columns.圆顶由白色大理石柱支撑着。
  • They formed the dome with the tree's branches.他们用树枝搭成圆屋顶。
61 domes ea51ec34bac20cae1c10604e13288827     
n.圆屋顶( dome的名词复数 );像圆屋顶一样的东西;圆顶体育场
  • The domes are circular or ovoid in cross-section. 穹丘的横断面为圆形或卵圆形。 来自辞典例句
  • Parks. The facilities highlighted in text include sport complexes and fabric domes. 本书重点讲的设施包括运动场所和顶棚式结构。 来自互联网
62 rosy kDAy9     
  • She got a new job and her life looks rosy.她找到一份新工作,生活看上去很美好。
  • She always takes a rosy view of life.她总是对生活持乐观态度。
63 simplicity Vryyv     
  • She dressed with elegant simplicity.她穿着朴素高雅。
  • The beauty of this plan is its simplicity.简明扼要是这个计划的一大特点。
64 arrogance pNpyD     
  • His arrogance comes out in every speech he makes.他每次讲话都表现得骄傲自大。
  • Arrogance arrested his progress.骄傲阻碍了他的进步。
65 perversely 8be945d3748a381de483d070ad2ad78a     
adv. 倔强地
  • Intelligence in the mode of passion is always perversely. 受激情属性控制的智力,总是逆着活动的正确方向行事。
  • She continue, perversely, to wear shoes that damaged her feet. 她偏偏穿那双挤脚的鞋。
66 pushy tSix8     
  • But she insisted and was very pushy.但她一直坚持,而且很急于求成。
  • He made himself unpopular by being so pushy.他特别喜欢出风头,所以人缘不好。
67 reminder WkzzTb     
  • I have had another reminder from the library.我又收到图书馆的催还单。
  • It always took a final reminder to get her to pay her share of the rent.总是得发给她一份最后催缴通知,她才付应该交的房租。
68 warts b5d5eab9e823b8f3769fad05f1f2d423     
n.疣( wart的名词复数 );肉赘;树瘤;缺点
  • You agreed to marry me, warts and all! 是你同意和我结婚的,我又没掩饰缺陷。 来自辞典例句
  • Talk about trying to cure warts with spunk-water such a blame fool way as that! 用那样糊涂蛋的方法还谈什么仙水治疣子! 来自英汉文学 - 汤姆历险
69 entirely entirely     
  • The fire was entirely caused by their neglect of duty. 那场火灾完全是由于他们失职而引起的。
  • His life was entirely given up to the educational work. 他的一生统统献给了教育工作。
70 holder wc4xq     
  • The holder of the office of chairman is reponsible for arranging meetings.担任主席职位的人负责安排会议。
  • That runner is the holder of the world record for the hundred-yard dash.那位运动员是一百码赛跑世界纪录的保持者。
71 transformation SnFwO     
  • Going to college brought about a dramatic transformation in her outlook.上大学使她的观念发生了巨大的变化。
  • He was struggling to make the transformation from single man to responsible husband.他正在努力使自己由单身汉变为可靠的丈夫。
72 preposterous e1Tz2     
  • The whole idea was preposterous.整个想法都荒唐透顶。
  • It would be preposterous to shovel coal with a teaspoon.用茶匙铲煤是荒谬的。


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