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Parson’s Pleasure
Parson’s Pleasure
MR BOGGIS WAS DRIVING the car slowly, leaning back comfortably in the seat with one
elbow resting on the sill of the open window. How beautiful the countryside, he thought; how
pleasant to see a sign or two of summer once again. The primroses1 especially. And the hawthorn2.
The hawthorn was exploding white and pink and red along the hedges and the primroses were
growing underneath3 in little clumps4, and it was beautiful.
He took one hand off the wheel and lit himself a cigarette. The best thing now, he told himself,
would be to make for the top of Brill Hill. He could see it about half a mile ahead. And that must
be the village of Brill, that cluster of cottages among the trees right on the very summit. Excellent.
Not many of his Sunday sections had a nice elevation5 like that to work from.
He drove up the hill and stopped the car just short of the summit on the outskirts6 of the village.
Then he got out and looked around. Down below, the countryside was spread out before him like a
huge green carpet. He could see for miles. It was perfect. He took a pad and pencil from his
pocket, leaned against the back of the car, and allowed his practised eye to travel slowly over the
He could see one medium farmhouse7 over on the right, back in the fields, with a track leading to
it from the road. There was another larger one beyond it. There was a house surrounded by tall
elms that looked as though it might be a Queen Anne, and there were two likely farms away over
on the left. Five places in all. That was about the lot in this direction.
Mr Boggis drew a rough sketch8 on his pad showing the position of each so that he’d be able to
find them easily when he was down below, then he got back into the car and drove up through the
village to the other side of the hill. From there he spotted9 six more possibles – five farms and one
big white Georgian house. He studied the Georgian house through his binoculars10. It had a clean
prosperous look, and the garden was well ordered. That was a pity. He ruled it out immediately.
There was no point in calling on the prosperous.
In this square then, in this section, there were ten possibles in all. Ten was a nice number, Mr
Boggis told himself. Just the right amount for a leisurely11 afternoon’s work. What time was it now?
Twelve o’clock. He would have liked a pint12 of beer in the pub before he started, but on Sundays
they didn’t open until one. Very well, he would have it later. He glanced at the notes on his pad.
He decided13 to take the Queen Anne first, the house with the elms. It had looked nicely dilapidated
through the binoculars. The people there could probably do with some money. He was always
lucky with Queen Annes, anyway. Mr Boggis climbed back into the car, released the handbrake,
and began cruising slowly down the hill without the engine.
Apart from the fact that he was at this moment disguised in the uniform of a clergyman, there
was nothing very sinister14 about Mr Cyril Boggis. By trade he was a dealer15 in antique furniture,
with his own shop and showroom in the King’s Road, Chelsea. His premises17 were not large, and
generally he didn’t do a great deal of business, but because he always bought cheap, very very
cheap, and sold very very dear, he managed to make quite a tidy little income every year. He was
a talented salesman, and when buying or selling a piece he could slide smoothly19 into whichever
mood suited the client best. He could become grave and charming for the aged18, obsequious20 for the
rich, sober for the godly, masterful for the weak, mischievous21 for the widow, arch and saucy22 for
the spinster. He was well aware of his gift, using it shamelessly on every possible occasion, and
often, at the end of an unusually good performance, it was as much as he could do to prevent
himself from turning aside and taking a bow or two as the thundering applause of the audience
went rolling through the theatre.
In spite of this rather clownish quality of his, Mr Boggis was not a fool. In fact, it was said of
him by some that he probably knew as much about French, English, and Italian furniture as
anyone else in London. He also had surprisingly good taste, and he was quick to recognize and
reject an ungraceful design, however genuine the article might be. His real love, naturally, was for
the work of the great eighteenth-century English designers, Ince, Mayhew, Chippendale, Robert
Adam, Manwaring, Inigo Jones, Hepplewhite, Kent, Johnson, George Smith, Lock, Sheraton, and
the rest of them, but even with these he occasionally drew the line. He refused, for example, to
allow a single piece from Chippendale’s Chinese or Gothic period to come into his showroom, and
the same was true of some of the heavier Italian designs of Robert Adam.
During the past few years, Mr Boggis had achieved considerable fame among his friends in the
trade by his ability to produce unusual and often quite rare items with astonishing regularity23.
Apparently24 the man had a source of supply that was almost inexhaustible, a sort of private
warehouse25, and it seemed that all he had to do was to drive out to it once a week and help himself.
Whenever they asked him where he got the stuff, he would smile knowingly and wink26 and murmur27
something about a little secret.
The idea behind Mr Boggis’s little secret was a simple one, and it had come to him as a result of
something that had happened on a certain Sunday afternoon nearly nine years before, while he was
driving in the country.
He had-gone out in the morning to visit his old mother, who lived in Sevenoaks, and on the way
back the fanbelt on his car had broken, causing the engine to overheat and the water to boil away.
He had got out of the car and walked to the nearest house, a smallish farm building about fifty
yards off the road, and had asked the woman who answered the door if he could please have a jug28
of water.
While he was waiting for her to fetch it, he happened to glance in through the door to the living-
room, and there, not five yards from where he was standing29, he spotted something that made him
so excited the sweat began to come out all over the top of his head. It was a large oak armchair of
a type that he had only seen once before in his life. Each arm, as well as the panel at the back, was
supported by a row of eight beautifully turned spindles. The back panel itself was decorated by an
inlay of the most delicate floral design, and the head of a duck was carved to lie along half the
length of either arm. Good God, he thought. This thing is late fifteenth century!
He poked30 his head in further through the door, and there, by heavens, was another of them on
the other side of the fireplace!
He couldn’t be sure, but two chairs like that must be worth at least a thousand pounds up in
London. And oh, what beauties they were!
When the woman returned, Mr Boggis introduced himself and straight away asked if she would
like to sell her chairs.
Dear me, she said. But why on earth should she want to sell her chairs?
No reason at all, except that he might be willing to give her a pretty nice price.
And how much would he give? They were definitely not for sale, but just out of curiosity, just
for fun, you know, how much would he give?
Thirty-five pounds.
How much?
Thirty-five pounds.
Dear me, thirty-five pounds. Well, well, that was very interesting. She’d always thought they
were valuable. They were very old. They were very comfortable too. She couldn’t possibly do
without them, not possibly. No, they were not for sale but thank you very much all the same.
They weren’t really so very old, Mr Boggis told her, and they wouldn’t be at all easy to sell, but
it just happened that he had a client who rather liked that sort of thing. Maybe he could go up
another two pounds – call it thirty-seven. How about that?
They bargained for half an hour, and of course in the end Mr Boggis got the chairs and agreed
to pay her something less than a twentieth of their value.
That evening, driving back to London in his old station-wagon with the two fabulous32 chairs
tucked away snugly33 in the back, Mr Boggis had suddenly been struck by what seemed to him to be
a most remarkable34 idea.
Look here, he said. If there is good stuff in one farmhouse, then why not in others? Why
shouldn’t he search for it? Why shouldn’t he comb the countryside? He could do it on Sundays. In
that way, it wouldn’t interfere35 with his work at all. He never knew what to do with his Sundays.
So Mr Boggis bought maps, large scale maps of all the counties around London, and with a fine
pen he divided each of them up into a series of squares. Each of these squares covered an actual
area of five miles by five, which was about as much territory, he estimated, as he could cope with
on a single Sunday, were he to comb it thoroughly36. He didn’t want the towns and the villages. It
was the comparatively isolated37 places, the large farmhouses38 and the rather dilapidated country
mansions39, that he was looking for; and in this way, if he did one square each Sunday, fifty-two
squares a year, he would gradually cover every farm and every country house in the home
But obviously there was a bit more to it than that. Country folk are a suspicious lot. So are the
impoverished40 rich. You can’t go about ringing their bells and expecting them to show you around
their houses just for the asking, because they won’t do it. That way you would never get beyond
the front door. How then was he to gain admittance? Perhaps it would be best if he didn’t let them
know he was a dealer at all. He could be the telephone man, the plumber41, the gas inspector42. He
could even be a clergyman ….
From this point on, the whole scheme began to take on a more practical aspect. Mr Boggis
ordered a large quantity of superior cards on which the following legend was engraved43:
President of the Society   In association with
for the Preservation44 of   The Victoria and
Rare Furniture   Albert Museum
From now on, every Sunday, he was going to be a nice old parson spending his holiday
travelling around on a labour of love for the ‘Society’, compiling an inventory45 of the treasures that
lay hidden in the country homes of England. And who in the world was going to kick him out
when they heard that one?
And then, once he was inside, if he happened to spot something he really wanted, well – he
knew a hundred different ways of dealing46 with that.
Rather to Mr Boggis’s surprise, the scheme worked. In fact, the friendliness47 with which he was
received in one house after another through the countryside was, in the beginning, quite
embarrassing, even to him. A slice of cold pie, a glass of port, a cup of tea, a basket of plums, even
a full sit-down Sunday dinner with the family, such things were constantly being pressed upon
him. Sooner or later, of course, there had been some bad moments and a number of unpleasant
incidents, but then nine years is more than four hundred Sundays, and that adds up to a great
quantity of houses visited. All in all, it had been an interesting, exciting, and lucrative48 business.
And now it was another Sunday and Mr Boggis was operating in the country of
Buckinghamshire, in one of the most northerly squares on his map, about ten miles from Oxford49,
and as he drove down the hill and headed for his first house, the dilapidated Queen Anne, he began
to get the feeling that this was going to be one of his lucky days.
He parked the car about a hundred yards from the gates and got out to walk the rest of the way.
He never liked people to see his car until after a deal was completed. A dear old clergyman and a
large station-wagon somehow never seemed quite right together. Also the short walk gave him
time to examine the property closely from the outside and to assume the mood most likely to be
suitable for the occasion.
Mr Boggis strode briskly up the drive. He was a small fat-legged man with a belly50. The face
was round and rosy51, quite perfect for the part, and the two large brown eyes that bulged52 out at you
from this rosy face gave an impression of gentle imbecility. He was dressed in a black suit with
the usual parson’s dog-collar round his neck, and on his head a soft black hat. He carried an old
oak walking-stick which lent him, in his opinion, a rather rustic53 easy-going air.
He approached the front door and rang the bell. He heard the sound of footsteps in the hall and
the door opened and suddenly there stood before him, or rather above him, a gigantic woman
dressed in riding-breeches. Even through the smoke of her cigarette he could smell the powerful
odour of stables and horse manure55 that clung about her.
‘Yes?’ she asked, looking at him suspiciously. ‘What is it you want?’
Mr Boggis, who half expected her to whinny any moment, raised his hat, made a little bow, and
handed her his card. ‘I do apologize for bothering you,’ he said, and then he waited, watching her
face as she read the message.
‘I don’t understand,’ she said, handing back the card. ‘What is it you want?’
Mr Boggis explained about the Society for the Preservation of Rare Furniture.
‘This wouldn’t by any chance be something to do with the Socialist56 Party?’ she asked, staring at
him fiercely from under a pair of pale bushy brows.
From then on, it was easy. A Tory in riding-breeches, male or female, was always a sitting duck
for Mr Boggis. He spent two minutes delivering an impassioned eulogy57 on the extreme Right
Wing of the Conservative Party, then two more denouncing the Socialists58. As a clincher, he made
particular reference to the Bill that the Socialists had once introduced for the abolition59 of
bloodsports in the country, and went on to inform his listener that his idea of heaven – ‘though you
better not tell the bishop60, my dear’ – was a place where one could hunt the fox, the stag, and the
hare with large packs of tireless hounds from morn till night every day of the week, including
Watching her as he spoke61, he could see the magic beginning to do its work. The woman was
grinning now, showing Mr Boggis a set of enormous, slightly yellow teeth. ‘Madam,’ he cried, ‘I
beg of you, please don’t get me started on Socialism.’ At that point, she let out a great guffaw62 of
laughter, raised an enormous red hand, and slapped him so hard on the shoulder that he nearly
went over.
‘Come in!’ she shouted. ‘I don’t know what the hell you want, but come on in!’
Unfortunately, and rather surprisingly, there was nothing of any value in the whole house, and
Mr Boggis, who never wasted time on barren territory, soon made his excuses and took his leave.
The whole visit had taken less than fifteen minutes, and that, he told himself as he climbed back
into his car and started off for the next place, was exactly as it should be.
From now on, it was all farmhouses, and the nearest was about half a mile up the road. It was a
large half-timbered brick building of considerable age, and there was a magnificent pear tree still
in blossom covering almost the whole of the south wall.
Mr Boggis knocked on the door. He waited, but no one came. He knocked again, but still there
was no answer, so he wandered around the back to look for the farmer among the cowsheds. There
was no one there either. He guessed that they must all still be in church, so he began peering in the
windows to see if he could spot anything interesting. There was nothing in the dining-room.
Nothing in the library either. He tried the next window, the living-room, and there, right under his
nose, in the little alcove63 that the window made, he saw a beautiful thing, a semicircular card-table
in mahogany, richly veneered, and in the style of Hepplewhite, built around 1780.
‘Ah-ha,’ he said aloud, pressing his face hard against the glass. ‘Well done, Boggis.’
But that was not all. There was a chair there as well, a single chair, and if he were not mistaken
it was of an even finer quality than the table. Another Hepplewhite, wasn’t it? And oh, what a
beauty! The lattices on the back were finely carved with the honeysuckle, the husk, and the
paterae, the caning64 on the seat was original, the legs were very gracefully65 turned and the two back
ones had that peculiar66 outward splay that meant so much. It was an exquisite67 chair. ‘Before this
day is done,’ Mr Boggis said softly, ‘I shall have the pleasure of sitting down upon that lovely
seat.’ He never bought a chair without doing this. It was a favourite test of his, and it was always
an intriguing68 sight to see him lowering himself delicately into the seat, waiting for the ‘give’,
expertly gauging69 the precise but infinitesimal degree of shrinkage that the years had caused in the
mortice and dovetail joints70.
But there was no hurry, he told himself. He would return here later. He had the whole afternoon
before him.
The next farm was situated71 some way back in the fields, and in order to keep his car out of sight,
Mr Boggis had to leave it on the road and walk about six hundred yards along a straight track that
led directly into the back yard of the farmhouse. This place, he noticed as he approached, was a
good deal smaller than the last, and he didn’t hold out much hope for it. It looked rambling72 and
dirty, and some of the sheds were clearly in bad repair.
There were three men standing in a close group in a corner of the yard, and one of them had two
large black greyhounds with him, on leashes73. When the men caught sight of Mr Boggis walking
forward in his black suit and parson’s collar, they stopped talking and seemed suddenly to stiffen74
and freeze, becoming absolutely still, motionless, three faces turned towards him, watching him
suspiciously as he approached.
The oldest of the three was a stumpy man with a wide frog-mouth and small shifty eyes, and
although Mr Boggis didn’t know it, his name was Rummins and he was the owner of the farm.
The tall youth beside him, who appeared to have something wrong with one eye, was Bert, the
son of Rummins.
The shortish flat-faced man with a narrow corrugated75 brow and immensely broad shoulders was
Claud. Claud had dropped in on Rummins in the hope of getting a piece of pork or ham out of him
from the pig that had been killed the day before. Claud knew about the killing76 – the noise of it had
carried far across the fields – and he also knew that a man should have a government permit to do
that sort of thing, and that Rummins didn’t have one.
‘Good afternoon,’ Mr Boggis said. ‘Isn’t it a lovely day?’
None of the three men moved. At that moment they were all thinking precisely77 the same thing –
that somehow or other this clergyman, who was certainly not the local fellow, had been sent to
poke31 his nose into their business and to report what he found to the government.
‘What beautiful dogs,’ Mr Boggis said. ‘I must say I’ve never been greyhound-racing myself,
but they tell me it’s a fascinating sport.’
Again the silence, and Mr Boggis glanced quickly from Rummins to Bert, then to Claud, then
back again to Rummins, and he noticed that each of them had the same peculiar expression on his
face, something between a jeer78 and a challenge, with a contemptuous curl to the mouth and a sneer79
around the nose.
‘Might I inquire if you are the owner?’ Mr Boggis asked, undaunted, addressing himself to
‘What is it you want?’
‘I do apologize for troubling you, especially on a Sunday.’
Mr Boggis offered his card and Rummins took it and held it up close to his face. The other two
didn’t move, but their eyes swivelled over to one side, trying to see.
‘And what exactly might you be wanting?’ Rummins asked.
For the second time that morning, Mr Boggis explained at some length the aims and ideals of
the Society for the Preservation of Rare Furniture.
‘We don’t have any,’ Rummins told him when it was over. ‘You’re wasting your time.’
‘Now, just a minute, sir,’ Mr Boggis said, raising a finger. ‘The last man who said that to me
was an old farmer down in Sussex, and when he finally let me into his house, d’you know what I
found? A dirty-looking old chair in the corner of the kitchen, and it turned out to be worth four
hundred pounds! I showed him how to sell it, and he bought himself a new tractor with the
‘What on earth are you talking about?’ Claud said. ‘There ain’t no chair in the world worth four
hundred pound.’
‘Excuse me,’ Mr Boggis answered primly80, ‘but there are plenty of chairs in England worth more
than twice that figure. And you know where they are? They’re tucked away in the farms and
cottages all over the country, with the owners using them as steps and ladders and standing on
them with hobnailed boots to reach a pot of jam out of the top cupboard or to hang a picture. This
is the truth I’m telling you, my friends.’
Rummins shifted uneasily on his feet. ‘You mean to say all you want to do is go inside and
stand there in the middle of the room and look around?’
‘Exactly,’ Mr Boggis said. He was at last beginning to sense what the trouble might be. ‘I don’t
want to pry81 into your cupboards or into your larder82. I just want to look at the furniture to see if you
happen to have any treasures here, and then I can write about them in our Society magazine.’
‘You know what I think?’ Rummins said, fixing him with his small wicked eyes. ‘I think you’re
after buying the stuff yourself. Why else would you be going to all this trouble?’
‘Oh, dear me. I only wish I had the money. Of course, if I saw something that I took a great
fancy to, and it wasn’t beyond my means, I might be tempted83 to make an offer. But alas84, that
rarely happens.’
‘Well,’ Rummins said, ‘I don’t suppose there’s any harm in your taking a look around if that’s
all you want.’ He led the way across the yard to the back door of the farmhouse, and Mr Boggis
followed him; so did the son Bert, and Claud with his two dogs. They went through the kitchen,
where the only furniture was a cheap deal table with a dead chicken lying on it, and they emerged
into a fairly large, exceedingly filthy85 living-room.
And there it was! Mr Boggis saw it at once, and he stopped dead in his tracks and gave a little
shrill86 gasp87 of shock. Then he stood there for five, ten, fifteen seconds at least, staring like an idiot,
unable to believe, not daring to believe what he saw before him. It couldn’t be true, not possibly!
But the longer he stared, the more true it began to seem. After all, there it was standing against the
wall right in front of him, as real and as solid as the house itself. And who in the world could
possibly make a mistake about a thing like that? Admittedly it was painted white, but that made
not the slightest difference. Some idiot had done that. The paint could easily be stripped off. But
good God! Just look at it! And in a place like this!
At this point, Mr Boggis became aware of the three men, Rummins, Bert, and Claud, standing
together in a group over by the fireplace, watching him intently. They had seen him stop and gasp
and stare, and they must have seen his face turning red, or maybe it was white, but in any event
they had seen enough to spoil the whole goddamn business if he didn’t do something about it
quick. In a flash, Mr Boggis clapped one hand over his heart, staggered to the nearest chair, and
collapsed88 into it, breathing heavily.
‘What’s the matter with you?’ Claud asked.
‘It’s nothing,’ he gasped89. ‘I’ll be all right in a minute. Please – a glass of water. It’s my heart.’
Bert fetched him the water, handed it to him, and stayed close beside him, staring down at him
with a fatuous90 leer on his face.
‘I thought maybe you were looking at something,’ Rummins said. The wide frog-mouth
widened a fraction further into a crafty91 grin, showing the stubs of several broken teeth.
‘No, no,’ Mr Boggis said. ‘Oh dear me, no. It’s just my heart. I’m so sorry. It happens every
now and then. But it goes away quite quickly. I’ll be all right in a couple of minutes.’
He must have time to think, he told himself. More important still, he must have time to compose
himself thoroughly before he said another word. Take it gently, Boggis. And whatever you do,
keep calm. These people may be ignorant, but they are not stupid. They are suspicious and wary92
and sly. And if it is really true – no it can’t be, it can’t be true …
He was holding one hand up over his eyes in a gesture of pain, and now, very carefully,
secretly, he made a little crack between two of the fingers and peeked93 through.
Sure enough, the thing was still there, and on this occasion he took a good long look at it. Yes –
he had been right the first time! There wasn’t the slightest doubt about it! It was really
What he saw was a piece of furniture that any expert would have given almost anything to
acquire. To a layman94, it might not have appeared particularly impressive, especially when covered
over as it was with dirty white paint, but to Mr Boggis it was a dealer’s dream. He knew, as does
every other dealer in Europe and America, that among the most celebrated95 and coveted96 examples
of eighteenth-century English furniture in existence are the three famous pieces known as ‘The
Chippendale Commodes’. He knew their history backwards97 – that the first was ‘discovered’ in
1920, in a house at Moreton-in-Marsh, and was sold at Sotheby’s the same year; that the other two
turned up in the same auction98 rooms a year later, both coming out of Raynham Hall, Norfolk.
They all fetched enormous prices. He couldn’t quite remember the exact figure for the first one, or
even the second, but he knew for certain that the last one to be sold had fetched thirty-nine
hundred guineas. And that was in 1921! Today the same piece would surely be worth ten thousand
pounds. Some man, Mr Boggis couldn’t remember his name, had made a study of these
commodes fairly recently and had proved that all three must have come from the same workshop,
for the veneers99 were all from the same log, and the same set of templates had been used in the
construction of each. No invoices100 had been found for any of them, but all the experts were agreed
that these three commodes could have been executed only by Thomas Chippendale himself, with
his own hands, at the most exalted102 period in his career.
And here, Mr Boggis kept telling himself as he peered cautiously through the crack in his
fingers, here was the fourth Chippendale Commode! And he had found it! He would be rich! He
would also be famous! Each of the other three was known throughout the furniture world by a
special name – The Chastleton Commode, The First Raynham Commode, The Second Raynham
Commode. This one would go down in history as The Boggis Commode! Just imagine the faces of
the boys up there in London when they got a look at it tomorrow morning! And the luscious103 offers
coming in from the big fellows over in the West End – Frank Partridge, Mallet104, Jetley, and the rest
of them! There would be a picture of it in The Times, and it would say, ‘The very fine Chippendale
Commode which was recently discovered by Mr Cyril Boggis, a London dealer ….’ Dear God,
what a stir he was going to make!
This one here, Mr Boggis thought, was almost exactly similar to the Second Raynham
Commode. (All three, the Chastleton and the two Raynhams, differed from one another in a
number of small ways.) It was a most impressive handsome affair, built in the French rococo105 style
of Chippendale’s Directoire period, a kind of large fat chest-of-drawers set upon four carved and
fluted106 legs that raised it about a foot from the ground. There were six drawers in all, two long ones
in the middle and two shorter ones on either side. The serpentine107 front was magnificently
ornamented108 along the top and sides and bottom, and also vertically109 between each set of drawers,
with intricate carvings110 of festoons and scrolls112 and clusters. The brass113 handles, although partly
obscured by white paint, appeared to be superb. It was, of course, a rather ‘heavy’ piece, but the
design had been executed with such elegance114 and grace that the heaviness was in no way
‘How’re you feeling now?’ Mr Boggis heard someone saying.
‘Thank you, thank you, I’m much better already. It passes quickly. My doctor says it’s nothing
to worry about really so long as I rest for a few minutes whenever it happens. Ah yes,’ he said,
raising himself slowly to his feet. ‘That’s better. I’m all right now.’
A trifle unsteadily, he began to move around the room examining the furniture, one piece at a
time, commenting upon it briefly115. He could see at once that apart from the commode it was a very
poor lot.
‘Nice oak table,’ he said. ‘But I’m afraid it’s not old enough to be of any interest. Good
comfortable chairs, but quite modern, yes, quite modern. Now this cupboard, well, it’s rather
attractive, but again, not valuable. This chest-of-drawers’ – he walked casually116 past the
Chippendale Commode and gave it a little contemptuous flip117 with his fingers – ‘worth a few
pounds, I dare say, but no more. A rather crude reproduction, I’m afraid. Probably made in
Victorian times. Did you paint it white?’
‘Yes,’ Rummins said, ‘Bert did it.’
‘A very wise move. It’s considerably118 less offensive in white.’
‘That’s a strong piece of furniture,’ Rummins said. ‘Some nice carving111 on it too.’
‘Machine-carved,’ Mr Boggis answered superbly, bending down to examine the exquisite
craftsmanship119. ‘You can tell it a mile off. But still, I suppose it’s quite pretty in its way. It has its
He began to saunter off, then he checked himself and turned slowly back again. He placed the
tip of one finger against the point of his chin, laid his head over to one side, and frowned as though
deep in thought.
‘You know what?’ he said, looking at the commode, speaking so casually that his voice kept
trailing off. ‘I’ve just remembered … I’ve been wanting a set of legs something like that for a long
time. I’ve got a rather curious table in my own little home, one of those low things that people put
in front of the sofa, sort of a coffee-table, and last Michaelmas, when I moved house, the foolish
movers damaged the legs in the most shocking way. I’m very fond of that table. I always keep my
big Bible on it, and all my sermon notes.’
He paused, stroking his chin with the finger. ‘Now I was just thinking. These legs on your
chest-of-drawers might be very suitable. Yes, they might indeed. They could easily be cut off and
fixed120 on to my table.’
He looked around and saw the three men standing absolutely still, watching him suspiciously,
three pairs of eyes, all different but equally mistrusting, small pig-eyes for Rummins, large slow
eyes for Claud, and two odd eyes for Bert, one of them very queer and boiled and misty121 pale, with
a little black dot in the centre, like a fish eye on a plate.
Mr Boggis smiled and shook his head. ‘Come, come, what on earth am I saying? I’m talking as
though I owned the piece myself. I do apologize.’
‘What you mean to say is you’d like to buy it,’ Rummins said.
‘Well …’ Mr Boggis glanced back at the commode, frowning. ‘I’m not sure. I might … and
then again … on second thoughts … no … I think it might be a bit too much trouble. It’s not
worth it. I’d better leave it.’
‘How much were you thinking of offering?’ Rummins asked.
‘Not much, I’m afraid. You see, this is not a genuine antique. It’s merely a reproduction.’
‘I’m not so sure about that,’ Rummins told him. ‘It’s been in here over twenty years, and before
that it was up at the Manor122 House. I bought it there myself at auction when the old Squire123 died.
You can’t tell me that thing’s new.’
‘It’s not exactly new, but it’s certainly not more than about sixty years old.’
‘It’s more than that,’ Rummins said. ‘Bert, where’s that bit of paper you once found at the back
of one of them drawers? That old bill.’
The boy looked vacantly at his father.
Mr Boggis opened his mouth, then quickly shut it again without uttering a sound. He was
beginning literally124 to shake with excitement, and to calm himself he walked over to the window
and stared out at a plump brown hen pecking around for stray grains of corn in the yard.
‘It was in the back of that drawer underneath all them rabbit-snares,’ Rummins was saying. ‘Go
on and fetch it out and show it to the parson.’
When Bert went forward to the commode, Mr Boggis turned round again. He couldn’t stand not
watching him. He saw him pull out one of the big middle drawers, and he noticed the beautiful
way in which the drawer slid open. He saw Bert’s hand dipping inside and rummaging125 around
among a lot of wires and strings126.
‘You mean this?’ Bert lifted out a piece of folded yellowing paper and carried it over to the
father, who unfolded it and held it up close to his face.
‘You can’t tell me this writing ain’t bloody127 old,’ Rummins said, and he held the paper out to Mr
Boggis, whose whole arm was shaking as he took it. It was brittle128 and it cracked slightly between
his fingers. The writing was in a long sloping copperplate hand:
Edward Montagu, Esq.
To Thos. Chippendale   
A large mahogany Commode Table of exceeding fine wood, very rich carvd, set upon fluted legs, two
very neat shapd long drawers in the middle part and two ditto on each side, with rich chasd Brass
Handles and Ornaments129, the whole completely finished in the most exquisite taste
Mr Boggis was holding on to himself tight and fighting to suppress the excitement that was
spinning round inside him and making him dizzy. Oh God, it was wonderful! With the invoice101, the
value had climbed even higher. What in heaven’s name would it fetch now? Twelve thousand
pounds? Fourteen? Maybe fifteen or even twenty? Who knows?
Oh, boy!
He tossed the paper contemptuously on to the table and said quietly, ‘It’s exactly what I told
you, a Victorian reproduction. This is simply the invoice that the seller – the man who made it and
passed it off as an antique – gave to his client. I’ve seen lots of them. You’ll notice that he doesn’t
say he made it himself. That would give the game away.’
‘Say what you like,’ Rummins announced, ‘but that’s an old piece of paper.’
‘Of course it is, my dear friend. It’s Victorian, late Victorian. About eighteen ninety. Sixty or
seventy years old. I’ve seen hundreds of them. That was a time when masses of cabinet-makers
did nothing else but apply themselves to faking the fine furniture of the century before.’
‘Listen, Parson,’ Rummins said, pointing at him with a thick dirty finger, ‘I’m not saying as
how you may not know a fair bit about this furniture business, but what I am saying is this: How
on earth can you be so mighty130 sure it’s a fake when you haven’t even seen what it looks like
underneath all that paint?
‘Come here,’ Mr Boggis said. ‘Come over here and I’ll show you.’ He stood beside the
commode and waited for them to gather round. ‘Now, anyone got a knife?’
Claud produced a horn-handled pocket knife, and Mr Boggis took it and opened the smallest
blade. Then, working with apparent casualness but actually with extreme care, he began chipping
off the white paint from a small area on the top of the commode. The paint flaked131 away cleanly
from the old hard varnish132 underneath, and when he had cleared away about three square inches, he
stepped back and said, ‘Now, take a look at that!’
It was beautiful – a warm little patch of mahogany, glowing like a topaz, rich and dark with the
true colour of its two hundred years.
‘What’s wrong with it?’ Rummins asked.
‘It’s processed! Anyone can see that!’
‘How can you see it. Mister? You tell us.’
‘Well, I must say that’s a trifle difficult to explain. It’s chiefly a matter of experience. My
experience tells me that without the slightest doubt this wood has been processed with lime. That’s
what they use for mahogany, to give it that dark aged colour. For oak, they use potash salts, and
for walnut133 it’s nitric acid, but for mahogany it’s always lime.’
The three men moved a little closer to peer at the wood. There was a slight stirring of interest
among them now. It was always intriguing to hear about some new form of crookery134 or deception135.
‘Look closely at the grain. You see that touch of orange in among the dark red-brown. That’s
the sign of lime.’
They leaned forward, their noses close to the wood, first Rummins, then Claud, then Bert.
‘And then there’s the patina136,’ Mr Boggis continued.
‘The what?’
He explained to them the meaning of this word as applied137 to furniture.
‘My dear friends, you’ve no idea the trouble these rascals138 will go to to imitate the hard beautiful
bronze-like appearance of genuine patina. It’s terrible, really terrible, and it makes me quite sick to
speak of it!’ He was spitting each word sharply off the tip of the tongue and making a sour mouth
to show his extreme distaste. The men waited, hoping for more secrets.
‘The time and trouble that some mortals will go to in order to deceive the innocent!’ Mr Boggis
cried. ‘It’s perfectly139 disgusting! D’you know what they did here, my friends? I can recognize it
clearly. I can almost see them doing it, the long, complicated ritual of rubbing the wood with
linseed oil, coating it over with french polish that has been cunningly coloured, brushing it down
with pumice-stone and oil, beeswaxing it with a wax that contains dirt and dust, and finally giving
it the heat treatment to crack the polish so that it looks like two-hundred-year-old varnish! It really
upsets me to contemplate140 such knavery141!’
The three men continued to gaze at the little patch of dark wood.
‘Feel it!’ Mr Boggis ordered. ‘Put your fingers on it! There, how does it feel, warm or cold?’
‘Feels cold,’ Rummins said.
‘Exactly, my friend! It happens to be a fact that faked patina is always cold to the touch. Real
patina has a curiously142 warm feel to it.’
‘This feels normal,’ Rummins said, ready to argue.
‘No, sir, it’s cold. But of course it takes an experienced and sensitive finger-tip to pass a positive
judgement. You couldn’t really be expected to judge this any more than I could be expected to
judge the quality of your barley143. Everything in life, my dear sir, is experience.’
The men were staring at this queer moon-faced clergyman with the bulging144 eyes, not quite so
suspiciously now because he did seem to know a bit about his subject. But they were still a long
way from trusting him.
Mr Boggis bent145 down and pointed146 to one of the metal drawer-handles on the commode. ‘This is
another place where the fakers go to work,’ he said. ‘Old brass normally has a colour and
character all of its own. Did you know that?’
They stared at him, hoping for still more secrets.
‘But the trouble is that they’ve become exceedingly skilled at matching it. In fact it’s almost
impossible to tell the difference between “genuine old” and “faked old”. I don’t mind admitting
that it has me guessing. So there’s not really any point in our scraping the paint off these handles.
We wouldn’t be any the wiser.’
‘How can you possibly make new brass look like old?’ Claud said. ‘Brass doesn’t rust54, you
‘You are quite right, my friend. But these scoundrels have their own secret methods.’
‘Such as what?’ Claud asked. Any information of this nature was valuable, in his opinion. One
never knew when it might come in handy.
‘All they have to do,’ Mr Boggis said, ‘is to place these handles overnight in a box of mahogany
shavings saturated147 in sal ammoniac. The sal ammoniac turns the metal green, but if you rub off the
green, you will find underneath it a fine soft silvery-warm lustre148, a lustre identical to that which
comes with very old brass. Oh, it is so bestial149, the things they do! With iron they have another
‘What do they do with iron?’ Claud asked, fascinated.
‘Iron’s easy,’ Mr Boggis said. ‘Iron locks and plates and hinges are simply buried in common
salt and they come out all rusted150 and pitted in no time.’
‘All right,’ Rummins said. ‘So you admit you can’t tell about the handles. For all you know,
they may be hundreds and hundreds of years old. Correct?’
‘Ah,’ Mr Boggis whispered, fixing Rummins with two big bulging brown eyes. ‘That’s where
you’re wrong. Watch this.’
From his jacket pocket, he took out a small screwdriver151. At the same time, although none of
them saw him do it, he also took out a little brass screw which he kept well hidden in the palm of
his hand. Then he selected one of the screws in the commode – there were four to each handle –
and began carefully scraping all traces of white paint from its head. When he had done this, he
started slowly to unscrew it.
‘If this is a genuine old brass screw from the eighteenth century,’ he was saying, ‘the spiral will
be slightly uneven152 and you’ll be able to see quite easily that it has been hand-cut with a file. But if
this brasswork is faked from more recent times, Victorian or later, then obviously the screw will
be of the same period. It will be a mass-produced, machine-made article. Anyone can recognize a
machine-made screw. Well, we shall see.’
It was not difficult, as he put his hands over the old screw and drew it out, for Mr Boggis to
substitute the new one hidden in his palm. This was another little trick of his, and through the
years it had proved a most rewarding one. The pockets of his clergyman’s jacket were always
stocked with a quantity of cheap brass screws of various sizes.
‘There you are,’ he said, handing the modern screw to Rummins. ‘Take a look at that. Notice
the exact evenness of the spiral? See it? Of course you do. It’s just a cheap common little screw
you yourself could buy today in any ironmonger’s in the country.’
The screw was handed round from the one to the other, each examining it carefully. Even
Rummins was impressed now.
Mr Boggis put the screwdriver back in his pocket together with the fine hand-cut screw that
he’d taken from the commode, and then he turned and walked slowly past the three men towards
the door.
‘My dear friends,’ he said, pausing at the entrance to the kitchen, ‘it was so good of you to let
me peep inside your little home – so kind. I do hope I haven’t been a terrible old bore.’
Rummins glanced up from examining the screw. ‘You didn’t tell us what you were going to
offer,’ he said.
‘Ah,’ Mr Boggis said. ‘That’s quite right. I didn’t, did I? Well, to tell you the honest truth, I
think it’s all a bit too much trouble. I think I’ll leave it.’
‘How much would you give?’
‘You mean that you really wish to part with if?’
‘I didn’t say I wished to part with it. I asked you how much.’
Mr Boggis looked across at the commode, and he laid his head first to one side, then to the
other, and he frowned, and pushed out his lips, and shrugged153 his shoulders, and gave a little
scornful wave of the hand as though to say the thing was hardly worth thinking about really, was
‘Shall we say … ten pounds. I think that would be fair.’
‘Ten pounds!’ Rummins cried. ‘Don’t be so ridiculous. Parson, please!’
‘It’s worth more’n that for firewood!’ Claud said, disgusted.
‘Look here at the bill!’ Rummins went on, stabbing that precious document so fiercely with his
dirty fore-finger that Mr Boggis became alarmed. ‘It tells you exactly what it cost! Eighty-seven
pounds! And that’s when it was new. Now it’s antique it’s worth double!’
‘If you’ll pardon me, no, sir, it’s not. It’s a second-hand154 reproduction. But I’ll tell you what, my
friend – I’m being rather reckless, I can’t help it – I’ll go up as high as fifteen pounds. How’s
‘Make it fifty,’ Rummins said.
A delicious little quiver like needles ran all the way down the back of Mr Boggis’s legs and then
under the soles of his feet. He had it now. It was his. No question about that. But the habit of
buying cheap, as cheap as it was humanly possible to buy, acquired by years of necessity and
practice, was too strong in him now to permit him to give in so easily.
‘My dear man,’ he whispered softly, ‘I only want the legs. Possibly I could find some use for
the drawers later on, but the rest of it, the carcass itself, as your friend so rightly said, it’s
firewood, that’s all.’
‘Make it thirty-five,’ Rummins said.
‘I couldn’t sir, I couldn’t! It’s not worth it. And I simply mustn’t allow myself to haggle155 like
this about a price. It’s all wrong. I’ll make you one final offer, and then I must go. Twenty
‘I’ll take it,’ Rummins snapped. ‘It’s yours.’
‘Oh dear,’ Mr Boggis said, clasping his hands. ‘There I go again. I should never have started
this in the first place.’
‘You can’t back out now, Parson. A deal’s a deal.’
‘Yes, yes, I know.’
‘How’re you going to take it?’
‘Well, let me see. Perhaps if I were to drive my car up into the yard, you gentlemen would be
kind enough to help me load it?’
‘In a car? This thing’ll never go in a car! You’ll need a truck for this!’
‘I don’t think so. Anyway, we’ll see. My car’s on the road. I’ll be back in a jiffy. We’ll manage
it somehow, I’m sure.’
Mr Boggis walked out into the yard and through the gate and then down the long track that led
across the field towards the road. He found himself giggling156 quite uncontrollably, and there was a
feeling inside him as though hundreds and hundreds of tiny bubbles were rising up from his
stomach and bursting merrily in the top of his head, like sparkling-water. All the buttercups in the
field were suddenly turning into golden sovereigns, glistening157 in the sunlight. The ground was
littered with them, and he swung off the track on to the grass so that he could walk among them
and tread on them and hear the little metallic158 tinkle159 they made as he kicked them around with his
toes. He was finding it difficult to stop himself from breaking into a run. But clergymen never run;
they walk slowly. Walk slowly, Boggis. Keep calm, Boggis. There’s no hurry now. The commode
is yours! Yours for twenty pounds, and it’s worth fifteen or twenty thousand! The Boggis
Commode! In ten minutes it’ll be loaded into your car – it’ll go in easily – and you’ll be driving
back to London and singing all the way! Mr Boggis driving the Boggis Commode home in the
Boggis car. Historic occasion. What wouldn’t a newspaperman give to get a picture of that!
Should he arrange it? Perhaps he should. Wait and see. Oh, glorious day! Oh, lovely sunny
summer day! Oh, glory be!
Back in the farmhouse, Rummins was saying, ‘Fancy that old bastard160 giving twenty pound for a
load of junk like this.’
‘You did very nicely, Mr Rummins,’ Claud told him. ‘You think he’ll pay you?’
‘We don’t put it in the car till he do.’
‘And what if it won’t go in the car?’ Claud asked. ‘You know what I think, Mr Rummins? You
want my honest opinion? I think the bloody thing’s too big to go in the car. And then what
happens? Then he’s going to say to hell with it and just drive off without it and you’ll never see
him again. Nor the money either. He didn’t seem all that keen on having it, you know.’
Rummins paused to consider this new and rather alarming prospect161.
‘How can a thing like that possibly go in a car?’ Claud went on relentlessly162. ‘A parson never
has a big car anyway. You ever seen a parson with a big car, Mr Rummins?’
‘Can’t say I have.’
‘Exactly! And now listen to me. I’ve got an idea. He told us, didn’t he, that it was only the legs
he was wanting. Right? So all we’ve got to do is to cut ’em off quick right here on the spot before
he comes back, then it’ll be sure to go in the car. All we’re doing is saving him the trouble of
cutting them off himself when he gets home. How about it, Mr Rummins?’ Claud’s flat bovine163
face glimmered164 with a mawkish165 pride.
‘It’s not such a bad idea at that,’ Rummins said, looking at the commode. ‘In fact it’s a bloody
good idea. Come on then, we’ll have to hurry. You and Bert carry it out into the yard. I’ll get the
saw. Take the drawers out first.’
Within a couple of minutes, Claud and Bert had carried the commode outside and had laid it
upside down in the yard amidst the chicken droppings and cow dung and mud. In the distance,
half-way across the field, they could see a small black figure striding along the path towards the
road. They paused to watch. There was something rather comical about the way in which this
figure was conducting itself. Every now and again it would break into a trot166, then it did a kind of
hop16, skip, and jump, and once it seemed as though the sound of a cheerful song came rippling167
faintly to them from across the meadow.
‘I reckon he’s balmy,’ Claud said, and Bert grinned darkly, rolling his misty eye slowly round
in its socket168.
Rummins came waddling169 over from the shed, squat170 and froglike, carrying a long saw. Claud
took the saw away from him and went to work.
‘Cut ’em close,’ Rummins said. ‘Don’t forget he’s going to use ’em on another table.’
The mahogany was hard and very dry, and as Claud worked, a fine red dust sprayed out from
the edge of the saw and fell softly to the ground. One by one, the legs came off, and when they
were all severed171, Bert stooped down and arranged them carefully in a row.
Claud stepped back to survey the results of his labour. There was a longish pause.
‘Just let me ask you one question, Mr Rummins,’ he said slowly. ‘Even now, could you put that
enormous thing into the back of a car?’
‘Not unless it was a van.’
‘Correct!’ Claud cried. ‘And parsons don’t have vans, you know. All they’ve got usually is
piddling little Morris Eights or Austin Sevens.’
‘The legs is all he wants,’ Rummins said. ‘If the rest of it won’t go in, then he can leave it. He
can’t complain. He’s got the legs.’
‘Now you know better’n that, Mr Rummins,’ Claud said patiently. ‘You know damn well he’s
going to start knocking the price if he don’t get every single bit of this into the car. A parson’s just
as cunning as the rest of ’em when it comes to money, don’t you make any mistake about that.
Especially this old boy. So why don’t we give him his firewood now and be done with it. Where
d’you keep the axe172?’
‘I reckon that’s fair enough,’ Rummins said. ‘Bert, go fetch the axe.’
Bert went into the shed and fetched a tall woodcutter’s axe and gave it to Claud. Claud spat173 on
the palms of his hands and rubbed them together. Then, with a long-armed high-swinging action,
he began fiercely attacking the legless carcass of the commode.
It was hard work, and it took several minutes before he had the whole thing more or less
smashed to pieces.
‘I’ll tell you one thing,’ he said, straightening up, wiping his brow. ‘That was a bloody good
carpenter put this job together and I don’t care what the parson says.’
‘We’re just in time!’ Rummins called out. ‘Here he comes!’


1 primroses a7da9b79dd9b14ec42ee0bf83bfe8982     
n.报春花( primrose的名词复数 );淡黄色;追求享乐(招至恶果)
  • Wild flowers such as orchids and primroses are becoming rare. 兰花和报春花这类野花越来越稀少了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The primroses were bollming; spring was in evidence. 迎春花开了,春天显然已经到了。 来自互联网
2 hawthorn j5myb     
  • A cuckoo began calling from a hawthorn tree.一只布谷鸟开始在一株山楂树里咕咕地呼叫。
  • Much of the track had become overgrown with hawthorn.小路上很多地方都长满了山楂树。
3 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。
4 clumps a9a186997b6161c6394b07405cf2f2aa     
n.(树、灌木、植物等的)丛、簇( clump的名词复数 );(土、泥等)团;块;笨重的脚步声v.(树、灌木、植物等的)丛、簇( clump的第三人称单数 );(土、泥等)团;块;笨重的脚步声
  • These plants quickly form dense clumps. 这些植物很快形成了浓密的树丛。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The bulbs were over. All that remained of them were clumps of brown leaves. 这些鳞茎死了,剩下的只是一丛丛的黃叶子。 来自《简明英汉词典》
5 elevation bqsxH     
  • The house is at an elevation of 2,000 metres.那幢房子位于海拔两千米的高处。
  • His elevation to the position of General Manager was announced yesterday.昨天宣布他晋升总经理职位。
6 outskirts gmDz7W     
  • Our car broke down on the outskirts of the city.我们的汽车在市郊出了故障。
  • They mostly live on the outskirts of a town.他们大多住在近郊。
7 farmhouse kt1zIk     
  • We fell for the farmhouse as soon as we saw it.我们对那所农舍一见倾心。
  • We put up for the night at a farmhouse.我们在一间农舍投宿了一夜。
8 sketch UEyyG     
  • My sister often goes into the country to sketch. 我姐姐常到乡间去写生。
  • I will send you a slight sketch of the house.我将给你寄去房屋的草图。
9 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。
10 binoculars IybzWh     
  • He watched the play through his binoculars.他用双筒望远镜看戏。
  • If I had binoculars,I could see that comet clearly.如果我有望远镜,我就可以清楚地看见那颗彗星。
11 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。
12 pint 1NNxL     
  • I'll have a pint of beer and a packet of crisps, please.我要一品脱啤酒和一袋炸马铃薯片。
  • In the old days you could get a pint of beer for a shilling.从前,花一先令就可以买到一品脱啤酒。
13 decided lvqzZd     
  • This gave them a decided advantage over their opponents.这使他们比对手具有明显的优势。
  • There is a decided difference between British and Chinese way of greeting.英国人和中国人打招呼的方式有很明显的区别。
14 sinister 6ETz6     
  • There is something sinister at the back of that series of crimes.在这一系列罪行背后有险恶的阴谋。
  • Their proposals are all worthless and designed out of sinister motives.他们的建议不仅一钱不值,而且包藏祸心。
15 dealer GyNxT     
  • The dealer spent hours bargaining for the painting.那个商人为购买那幅画花了几个小时讨价还价。
  • The dealer reduced the price for cash down.这家商店对付现金的人减价优惠。
16 hop vdJzL     
  • The children had a competition to see who could hop the fastest.孩子们举行比赛,看谁单足跳跃最快。
  • How long can you hop on your right foot?你用右脚能跳多远?
17 premises 6l1zWN     
  • According to the rules,no alcohol can be consumed on the premises.按照规定,场内不准饮酒。
  • All repairs are done on the premises and not put out.全部修缮都在家里进行,不用送到外面去做。
18 aged 6zWzdI     
  • He had put on weight and aged a little.他胖了,也老点了。
  • He is aged,but his memory is still good.他已年老,然而记忆力还好。
19 smoothly iiUzLG     
  • The workmen are very cooperative,so the work goes on smoothly.工人们十分合作,所以工作进展顺利。
  • Just change one or two words and the sentence will read smoothly.这句话只要动一两个字就顺了。
20 obsequious tR5zM     
  • He looked at the two ladies with an obsequious air.他看着两位太太,满脸谄媚的神情。
  • He was obsequious to his superiors,but he didn't get any favor.他巴结上司,但没得到任何好处。
21 mischievous mischievous     
  • He is a mischievous but lovable boy.他是一个淘气但可爱的小孩。
  • A mischievous cur must be tied short.恶狗必须拴得短。
22 saucy wDMyK     
  • He was saucy and mischievous when he was working.他工作时总爱调皮捣蛋。
  • It was saucy of you to contradict your father.你顶撞父亲,真是无礼。
23 regularity sVCxx     
  • The idea is to maintain the regularity of the heartbeat.问题就是要维持心跳的规律性。
  • He exercised with a regularity that amazed us.他锻炼的规律程度令我们非常惊讶。
24 apparently tMmyQ     
  • An apparently blind alley leads suddenly into an open space.山穷水尽,豁然开朗。
  • He was apparently much surprised at the news.他对那个消息显然感到十分惊异。
25 warehouse 6h7wZ     
  • We freighted the goods to the warehouse by truck.我们用卡车把货物运到仓库。
  • The manager wants to clear off the old stocks in the warehouse.经理想把仓库里积压的存货处理掉。
26 wink 4MGz3     
  • He tipped me the wink not to buy at that price.他眨眼暗示我按那个价格就不要买。
  • The satellite disappeared in a wink.瞬息之间,那颗卫星就消失了。
27 murmur EjtyD     
  • They paid the extra taxes without a murmur.他们毫无怨言地交了附加税。
  • There was a low murmur of conversation in the hall.大厅里有窃窃私语声。
28 jug QaNzK     
  • He walked along with a jug poised on his head.他头上顶着一个水罐,保持着平衡往前走。
  • She filled the jug with fresh water.她将水壶注满了清水。
29 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。
30 poked 87f534f05a838d18eb50660766da4122     
v.伸出( poke的过去式和过去分词 );戳出;拨弄;与(某人)性交
  • She poked him in the ribs with her elbow. 她用胳膊肘顶他的肋部。
  • His elbow poked out through his torn shirt sleeve. 他的胳膊从衬衫的破袖子中露了出来。 来自《简明英汉词典》
31 poke 5SFz9     
  • We never thought she would poke her nose into this.想不到她会插上一手。
  • Don't poke fun at me.别拿我凑趣儿。
32 fabulous ch6zI     
  • We had a fabulous time at the party.我们在晚会上玩得很痛快。
  • This is a fabulous sum of money.这是一笔巨款。
33 snugly e237690036f4089a212c2ecd0943d36e     
  • Jamie was snugly wrapped in a white woolen scarf. 杰米围着一条白色羊毛围巾舒适而暖和。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The farmyard was snugly sheltered with buildings on three sides. 这个农家院三面都有楼房,遮得很严实。 来自《简明英汉词典》
34 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。
35 interfere b5lx0     
  • If we interfere, it may do more harm than good.如果我们干预的话,可能弊多利少。
  • When others interfere in the affair,it always makes troubles. 别人一卷入这一事件,棘手的事情就来了。
36 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。
37 isolated bqmzTd     
  • His bad behaviour was just an isolated incident. 他的不良行为只是个别事件。
  • Patients with the disease should be isolated. 这种病的患者应予以隔离。
38 farmhouses 990ff6ec1c7f905b310e92bc44d13886     
n.农舍,农场的主要住房( farmhouse的名词复数 )
  • Then perhaps she is staying at one of cottages or farmhouses? 那么也许她现在住在某个农舍或哪个农场的房子里吧? 来自辞典例句
  • The countryside was sprinkled with farmhouses. 乡间到处可见农家的房舍。 来自辞典例句
39 mansions 55c599f36b2c0a2058258d6f2310fd20     
n.宅第,公馆,大厦( mansion的名词复数 )
  • Fifth Avenue was boarded up where the rich had deserted their mansions. 第五大道上的富翁们已经出去避暑,空出的宅第都已锁好了门窗,钉上了木板。 来自英汉文学 - 嘉莉妹妹
  • Oh, the mansions, the lights, the perfume, the loaded boudoirs and tables! 啊,那些高楼大厦、华灯、香水、藏金收银的闺房还有摆满山珍海味的餐桌! 来自英汉文学 - 嘉莉妹妹
40 impoverished 1qnzcL     
adj.穷困的,无力的,用尽了的v.使(某人)贫穷( impoverish的过去式和过去分词 );使(某物)贫瘠或恶化
  • the impoverished areas of the city 这个城市的贫民区
  • They were impoverished by a prolonged spell of unemployment. 他们因长期失业而一贫如洗。 来自《简明英汉词典》
41 plumber f2qzM     
  • Have you asked the plumber to come and look at the leaking pipe?你叫管道工来检查漏水的管子了吗?
  • The plumber screwed up the tap by means of a spanner.管子工用板手把龙头旋紧。
42 inspector q6kxH     
  • The inspector was interested in everything pertaining to the school.视察员对有关学校的一切都感兴趣。
  • The inspector was shining a flashlight onto the tickets.查票员打着手电筒查看车票。
43 engraved be672d34fc347de7d97da3537d2c3c95     
v.在(硬物)上雕刻(字,画等)( engrave的过去式和过去分词 );将某事物深深印在(记忆或头脑中)
  • The silver cup was engraved with his name. 银杯上刻有他的名字。
  • It was prettily engraved with flowers on the back. 此件雕刻精美,背面有花饰图案。 来自《简明英汉词典》
44 preservation glnzYU     
  • The police are responsible for the preservation of law and order.警察负责维持法律与秩序。
  • The picture is in an excellent state of preservation.这幅画保存得极为完好。
45 inventory 04xx7     
  • Some stores inventory their stock once a week.有些商店每周清点存货一次。
  • We will need to call on our supplier to get more inventory.我们必须请供应商送来更多存货。
46 dealing NvjzWP     
  • This store has an excellent reputation for fair dealing.该商店因买卖公道而享有极高的声誉。
  • His fair dealing earned our confidence.他的诚实的行为获得我们的信任。
47 friendliness nsHz8c     
  • Behind the mask of friendliness,I know he really dislikes me.在友善的面具后面,我知道他其实并不喜欢我。
  • His manner was a blend of friendliness and respect.他的态度友善且毕恭毕敬。
48 lucrative dADxp     
  • He decided to turn his hobby into a lucrative sideline.他决定把自己的爱好变成赚钱的副业。
  • It was not a lucrative profession.那是一个没有多少油水的职业。
49 Oxford Wmmz0a     
  • At present he has become a Professor of Chemistry at Oxford.他现在已是牛津大学的化学教授了。
  • This is where the road to Oxford joins the road to London.这是去牛津的路与去伦敦的路的汇合处。
50 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。
51 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。
52 bulged e37e49e09d3bc9d896341f6270381181     
凸出( bulge的过去式和过去分词 ); 充满; 塞满(某物)
  • His pockets bulged with apples and candy. 他的口袋鼓鼓地装满了苹果和糖。
  • The oranges bulged his pocket. 桔子使得他的衣袋胀得鼓鼓的。
53 rustic mCQz9     
  • It was nearly seven months of leisurely rustic living before Michael felt real boredom.这种悠闲的乡村生活过了差不多七个月之后,迈克尔开始感到烦闷。
  • We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.我们希望新鲜的空气和乡村的氛围能帮他调整自己。
54 rust XYIxu     
  • She scraped the rust off the kitchen knife.她擦掉了菜刀上的锈。
  • The rain will rust the iron roof.雨水会使铁皮屋顶生锈。
55 manure R7Yzr     
  • The farmers were distributing manure over the field.农民们正在田间施肥。
  • The farmers used manure to keep up the fertility of their land.农夫们用粪保持其土质的肥沃。
56 socialist jwcws     
  • China is a socialist country,and a developing country as well.中国是一个社会主义国家,也是一个发展中国家。
  • His father was an ardent socialist.他父亲是一个热情的社会主义者。
57 eulogy 0nuxj     
  • He needs no eulogy from me or from any other man. 他不需要我或者任何一个人来称颂。
  • Mr.Garth gave a long eulogy about their achievements in the research.加思先生对他们的研究成果大大地颂扬了一番。
58 socialists df381365b9fb326ee141e1afbdbf6e6c     
社会主义者( socialist的名词复数 )
  • The socialists saw themselves as true heirs of the Enlightenment. 社会主义者认为自己是启蒙运动的真正继承者。
  • The Socialists junked dogma when they came to office in 1982. 社会党人1982年上台执政后,就把其政治信条弃之不顾。
59 abolition PIpyA     
  • They declared for the abolition of slavery.他们声明赞成废除奴隶制度。
  • The abolition of the monarchy was part of their price.废除君主制是他们的其中一部分条件。
60 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。
61 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。
62 guffaw XyUyr     
  • All the boys burst out into a guffaw at the joke.听到这个笑话,男孩子们发出一阵哄笑。
  • As they guffawed loudly,the ticket collector arrived.他们正哈哈大笑的时候,检票员到了。
63 alcove EKMyU     
  • The bookcase fits neatly into the alcove.书架正好放得进壁凹。
  • In the alcoves on either side of the fire were bookshelves.火炉两边的凹室里是书架。
64 caning 9a1d80fcc1c834b0073002782e472850     
  • Whether tried according to the law of the state or the Party discipline, he cannot escape the caning he deserves. 无论是按国法, 还是按党纪,他都逃不了挨板子。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • His fingers were still stinging from the caning he had had. 他的手指经过鞭打后仍旧感到刺痛。 来自辞典例句
65 gracefully KfYxd     
  • She sank gracefully down onto a cushion at his feet. 她优雅地坐到他脚旁的垫子上。
  • The new coats blouse gracefully above the hip line. 新外套在臀围线上优美地打着褶皱。
66 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。
67 exquisite zhez1     
  • I was admiring the exquisite workmanship in the mosaic.我当时正在欣赏镶嵌画的精致做工。
  • I still remember the exquisite pleasure I experienced in Bali.我依然记得在巴厘岛所经历的那种剧烈的快感。
68 intriguing vqyzM1     
  • These discoveries raise intriguing questions. 这些发现带来了非常有趣的问题。
  • It all sounds very intriguing. 这些听起来都很有趣。 来自《简明英汉词典》
69 gauging 43b7cd74ff2d7de0267e44c307ca3757     
n.测量[试],测定,计量v.(用仪器)测量( gauge的现在分词 );估计;计量;划分
  • The method is especially attractive for gauging natural streams. 该方法对于测量天然的流注具有特殊的吸引力。 来自辞典例句
  • Incommunicative as he was, some time elapsed before I had an opportunity of gauging his mind. 由于他不爱说话,我过了一些时候才有机会探测他的心灵。 来自辞典例句
70 joints d97dcffd67eca7255ca514e4084b746e     
接头( joint的名词复数 ); 关节; 公共场所(尤指价格低廉的饮食和娱乐场所) (非正式); 一块烤肉 (英式英语)
  • Expansion joints of various kinds are fitted on gas mains. 各种各样的伸缩接头被安装在煤气的总管道上了。
  • Expansion joints of various kinds are fitted on steam pipes. 各种各样的伸缩接头被安装在蒸气管道上了。
71 situated JiYzBH     
  • The village is situated at the margin of a forest.村子位于森林的边缘。
  • She is awkwardly situated.她的处境困难。
72 rambling MTfxg     
  • We spent the summer rambling in Ireland. 我们花了一个夏天漫游爱尔兰。
  • It was easy to get lost in the rambling house. 在布局凌乱的大房子里容易迷路。
73 leashes 2bf3745b69b730e3876947e7fe028b90     
n.拴猎狗的皮带( leash的名词复数 )
  • What! are the people always to be kept on leashes? 究竟是什么一直束缚着人民? 来自互联网
  • But we do need a little freedom from our leashes on occasion. 当然有时也需要不受羁绊和一点点的自由。 来自互联网
74 stiffen zudwI     
  • The blood supply to the skin is reduced when muscles stiffen.当肌肉变得僵硬时,皮肤的供血量就减少了。
  • I was breathing hard,and my legs were beginning to stiffen.这时我却气吁喘喘地开始感到脚有点僵硬。
75 corrugated 9720623d9668b6525e9b06a2e68734c3     
  • a corrugated iron roof 波纹铁屋顶
  • His brow corrugated with the effort of thinking. 他皱着眉头用心地思考。 来自《简明英汉词典》
76 killing kpBziQ     
  • Investors are set to make a killing from the sell-off.投资者准备清仓以便大赚一笔。
  • Last week my brother made a killing on Wall Street.上个周我兄弟在华尔街赚了一大笔。
77 precisely zlWzUb     
  • It's precisely that sort of slick sales-talk that I mistrust.我不相信的正是那种油腔滑调的推销宣传。
  • The man adjusted very precisely.那个人调得很准。
78 jeer caXz5     
  • Do not jeer at the mistakes or misfortunes of others.不要嘲笑别人的错误或不幸。
  • The children liked to jeer at the awkward students.孩子们喜欢嘲笑笨拙的学生。
79 sneer YFdzu     
  • He said with a sneer.他的话中带有嘲笑之意。
  • You may sneer,but a lot of people like this kind of music.你可以嗤之以鼻,但很多人喜欢这种音乐。
80 primly b3917c4e7c2256e99d2f93609f8d0c55     
  • He didn't reply, but just smiled primly. 他没回答,只是拘谨地笑了笑。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • He wore prim suits with neckties set primly against the collar buttons of his white shirts. 他穿着整洁的外套,领结紧贴着白色衬衫领口的钮扣。 来自互联网
81 pry yBqyX     
  • He's always ready to pry into other people's business.他总爱探听别人的事。
  • We use an iron bar to pry open the box.我们用铁棍撬开箱子。
82 larder m9tzb     
  • Please put the food into the larder.请将您地食物放进食物柜内。
  • They promised never to raid the larder again.他们答应不再随便开食橱拿东西吃了。
83 tempted b0182e969d369add1b9ce2353d3c6ad6     
  • I was sorely tempted to complain, but I didn't. 我极想发牢骚,但还是没开口。
  • I was tempted by the dessert menu. 甜食菜单馋得我垂涎欲滴。
84 alas Rx8z1     
  • Alas!The window is broken!哎呀!窗子破了!
  • Alas,the truth is less romantic.然而,真理很少带有浪漫色彩。
85 filthy ZgOzj     
  • The whole river has been fouled up with filthy waste from factories.整条河都被工厂的污秽废物污染了。
  • You really should throw out that filthy old sofa and get a new one.你真的应该扔掉那张肮脏的旧沙发,然后再去买张新的。
86 shrill EEize     
  • Whistles began to shrill outside the barn.哨声开始在谷仓外面尖叫。
  • The shrill ringing of a bell broke up the card game on the cutter.刺耳的铃声打散了小汽艇的牌局。
87 gasp UfxzL     
  • She gave a gasp of surprise.她吃惊得大口喘气。
  • The enemy are at their last gasp.敌人在做垂死的挣扎。
88 collapsed cwWzSG     
  • Jack collapsed in agony on the floor. 杰克十分痛苦地瘫倒在地板上。
  • The roof collapsed under the weight of snow. 房顶在雪的重压下突然坍塌下来。
89 gasped e6af294d8a7477229d6749fa9e8f5b80     
v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 );喘息;倒抽气;很想要
  • She gasped at the wonderful view. 如此美景使她惊讶得屏住了呼吸。
  • People gasped with admiration at the superb skill of the gymnasts. 体操运动员的高超技艺令人赞叹。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
90 fatuous 4l0xZ     
  • He seems to get pride in fatuous remarks.说起这番蠢话来他似乎还挺得意。
  • After his boring speech for over an hour,fatuous speaker waited for applause from the audience.经过超过一小时的烦闷的演讲,那个愚昧的演讲者还等着观众的掌声。
91 crafty qzWxC     
  • He admired the old man for his crafty plan.他敬佩老者的神机妙算。
  • 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。
92 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。
93 peeked c7b2fdc08abef3a4f4992d9023ed9bb8     
v.很快地看( peek的过去式和过去分词 );偷看;窥视;微露出
  • She peeked over the top of her menu. 她从菜单上往外偷看。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • On two occasions she had peeked at him through a crack in the wall. 她曾两次透过墙缝窥视他。 来自辞典例句
94 layman T3wy6     
  • These technical terms are difficult for the layman to understand.这些专门术语是外行人难以理解的。
  • He is a layman in politics.他对政治是个门外汉。
95 celebrated iwLzpz     
  • He was soon one of the most celebrated young painters in England.不久他就成了英格兰最负盛名的年轻画家之一。
  • The celebrated violinist was mobbed by the audience.观众团团围住了这位著名的小提琴演奏家。
96 coveted 3debb66491eb049112465dc3389cfdca     
  • He had long coveted the chance to work with a famous musician. 他一直渴望有机会与著名音乐家一起工作。
  • Ther other boys coveted his new bat. 其他的男孩都想得到他的新球棒。 来自《简明英汉词典》
97 backwards BP9ya     
  • He turned on the light and began to pace backwards and forwards.他打开电灯并开始走来走去。
  • All the girls fell over backwards to get the party ready.姑娘们迫不及待地为聚会做准备。
98 auction 3uVzy     
  • They've put the contents of their house up for auction.他们把房子里的东西全都拿去拍卖了。
  • They bought a new minibus with the proceeds from the auction.他们用拍卖得来的钱买了一辆新面包车。
99 veneers 073e21a31424edeb91c2478fcaeda2ca     
n.饰面薄板( veneer的名词复数 );虚假的外表;虚饰;牙罩冠
  • In plywood the wood has been cut into veneers. 在制胶合板时,把木材切成单板。 来自辞典例句
  • Glues for veneers, plywood, interior woodwork such as panels and so on. 用来粘合美耐板、三夹板,或是壁板、门板等室内木制品的粘胶。 来自互联网
100 invoices 56deca22a707214865f7ea3ae6391d67     
发票( invoice的名词复数 ); (发货或服务)费用清单; 清单上货物的装运; 货物的托运
  • Take the example of a purchasing clerk keying invoices into a system. 继续说录入员输入发票的例子,这个录入员是一个全职的数据输入人员。 来自About Face 3交互设计精髓
  • Consular invoices are declarations made at the consulate of the importing country. 领事发票是进口国领事馆签发的一种申报书。
101 invoice m4exB     
  • The seller has to issue a tax invoice.销售者必须开具税务发票。
  • We will then send you an invoice for the total course fees.然后我们会把全部课程费用的发票寄给你。
102 exalted ztiz6f     
  • Their loveliness and holiness in accordance with their exalted station.他们的美丽和圣洁也与他们的崇高地位相称。
  • He received respect because he was a person of exalted rank.他因为是个地位崇高的人而受到尊敬。
103 luscious 927yw     
  • The watermelon was very luscious.Everyone wanted another slice.西瓜很可口,每个人都想再来一片。
  • What I like most about Gabby is her luscious lips!我最喜欢的是盖比那性感饱满的双唇!
104 mallet t7Mzz     
  • He hit the peg mightily on the top with a mallet.他用木槌猛敲木栓顶。
  • The chairman rapped on the table twice with his mallet.主席用他的小木槌在桌上重敲了两下。
105 rococo 2XSx5     
  • She had a passion for Italian rococo.他热衷与意大利的洛可可艺术风格。
  • Rococo art portrayed a world of artificiality,make-believe,and game-playing.洛可可艺术描绘出一个人工的、假装的和玩乐性的世界。
106 fluted ds9zqF     
  • The Taylor house is that white one with the tall fluted column on Polyock Street. 泰勒家的住宅在波洛克街上,就是那幢有高大的雕花柱子的白色屋子。
  • Single chimera light pink two-tone fluted star. Plain, pointed. Large. 单瓣深浅不一的亮粉红色星形缟花,花瓣端有凹痕。平坦尖型叶。大型。
107 serpentine MEgzx     
  • One part of the Serpentine is kept for swimmers.蜿蜒河的一段划为游泳区。
  • Tremolite laths and serpentine minerals are present in places.有的地方出现透闪石板条及蛇纹石。
108 ornamented af417c68be20f209790a9366e9da8dbb     
adj.花式字体的v.装饰,点缀,美化( ornament的过去式和过去分词 )
  • The desk was ornamented with many carvings. 这桌子装饰有很多雕刻物。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • She ornamented her dress with lace. 她用花边装饰衣服。 来自《简明英汉词典》
109 vertically SfmzYG     
  • Line the pages for the graph both horizontally and vertically.在这几页上同时画上横线和竖线,以便制作图表。
  • The human brain is divided vertically down the middle into two hemispheres.人脑从中央垂直地分为两半球。
110 carvings 3ccde9120da2aaa238c9785046cb8f86     
n.雕刻( carving的名词复数 );雕刻术;雕刻品;雕刻物
  • The desk was ornamented with many carvings. 这桌子装饰有很多雕刻物。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Shell carvings are a specialty of the town. 贝雕是该城的特产。 来自《简明英汉词典》
111 carving 5wezxw     
  • All the furniture in the room had much carving.房间里所有的家具上都有许多雕刻。
  • He acquired the craft of wood carving in his native town.他在老家学会了木雕手艺。
112 scrolls 3543d1f621679b6ce6ec45f8523cf7c0     
n.(常用于录写正式文件的)纸卷( scroll的名词复数 );卷轴;涡卷形(装饰);卷形花纹v.(电脑屏幕上)从上到下移动(资料等),卷页( scroll的第三人称单数 );(似卷轴般)卷起;(像展开卷轴般地)将文字显示于屏幕
  • Either turn it off or only pick up selected stuff like wands, rings and scrolls. 把他关掉然后只捡你需要的物品,像是魔杖(wand),戒指(rings)和滚动条(scrolls)。 来自互联网
  • Ancient scrolls were found in caves by the Dead Sea. 死海旁边的山洞里发现了古代的卷轴。 来自辞典例句
113 brass DWbzI     
  • Many of the workers play in the factory's brass band.许多工人都在工厂铜管乐队中演奏。
  • Brass is formed by the fusion of copper and zinc.黄铜是通过铜和锌的熔合而成的。
114 elegance QjPzj     
  • The furnishings in the room imparted an air of elegance.这个房间的家具带给这房间一种优雅的气氛。
  • John has been known for his sartorial elegance.约翰因为衣着讲究而出名。
115 briefly 9Styo     
  • I want to touch briefly on another aspect of the problem.我想简单地谈一下这个问题的另一方面。
  • He was kidnapped and briefly detained by a terrorist group.他被一个恐怖组织绑架并短暂拘禁。
116 casually UwBzvw     
  • She remarked casually that she was changing her job.她当时漫不经心地说要换工作。
  • I casually mentioned that I might be interested in working abroad.我不经意地提到我可能会对出国工作感兴趣。
117 flip Vjwx6     
  • I had a quick flip through the book and it looked very interesting.我很快翻阅了一下那本书,看来似乎很有趣。
  • Let's flip a coin to see who pays the bill.咱们来抛硬币决定谁付钱。
118 considerably 0YWyQ     
  • The economic situation has changed considerably.经济形势已发生了相当大的变化。
  • The gap has narrowed considerably.分歧大大缩小了。
119 craftsmanship c2f81623cf1977dcc20aaa53644e0719     
  • The whole house is a monument to her craftsmanship. 那整座房子是她技艺的一座丰碑。
  • We admired the superb craftsmanship of the furniture. 我们很欣赏这个家具的一流工艺。
120 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。
121 misty l6mzx     
  • He crossed over to the window to see if it was still misty.他走到窗户那儿,看看是不是还有雾霭。
  • The misty scene had a dreamy quality about it.雾景给人以梦幻般的感觉。
122 manor d2Gy4     
  • The builder of the manor house is a direct ancestor of the present owner.建造这幢庄园的人就是它现在主人的一个直系祖先。
  • I am not lord of the manor,but its lady.我并非此地的领主,而是这儿的女主人。
123 squire 0htzjV     
n.护卫, 侍从, 乡绅
  • I told him the squire was the most liberal of men.我告诉他乡绅是世界上最宽宏大量的人。
  • The squire was hard at work at Bristol.乡绅在布里斯托尔热衷于他的工作。
124 literally 28Wzv     
  • He translated the passage literally.他逐字逐句地翻译这段文字。
  • Sometimes she would not sit down till she was literally faint.有时候,她不走到真正要昏厥了,决不肯坐下来。
125 rummaging e9756cfbffcc07d7dc85f4b9eea73897     
翻找,搜寻( rummage的现在分词 ); 海关检查
  • She was rummaging around in her bag for her keys. 她在自己的包里翻来翻去找钥匙。
  • Who's been rummaging through my papers? 谁乱翻我的文件来着?
126 strings nh0zBe     
  • He sat on the bed,idly plucking the strings of his guitar.他坐在床上,随意地拨着吉他的弦。
  • She swept her fingers over the strings of the harp.她用手指划过竖琴的琴弦。
127 bloody kWHza     
  • He got a bloody nose in the fight.他在打斗中被打得鼻子流血。
  • He is a bloody fool.他是一个十足的笨蛋。
128 brittle IWizN     
  • The pond was covered in a brittle layer of ice.池塘覆盖了一层易碎的冰。
  • She gave a brittle laugh.她冷淡地笑了笑。
129 ornaments 2bf24c2bab75a8ff45e650a1e4388dec     
n.装饰( ornament的名词复数 );点缀;装饰品;首饰v.装饰,点缀,美化( ornament的第三人称单数 )
  • The shelves were chock-a-block with ornaments. 架子上堆满了装饰品。
  • Playing the piano sets up resonance in those glass ornaments. 一弹钢琴那些玻璃饰物就会产生共振。 来自《简明英汉词典》
130 mighty YDWxl     
  • A mighty force was about to break loose.一股巨大的力量即将迸发而出。
  • The mighty iceberg came into view.巨大的冰山出现在眼前。
131 flaked 62b5ec44058865073ee4b2a3d4d24cb9     
  • They can see how its colours have faded and where paint has flaked. 他们能看到颜色消退的情况以及油漆剥落的地方。
  • The river from end to end was flaked with coal fleets. 这条河上从头到尾处处都漂着一队一队的煤船。
132 varnish ni3w7     
  • He tried to varnish over the facts,but it was useless.他想粉饰事实,但那是徒劳的。
  • He applied varnish to the table.他给那张桌子涂上清漆。
133 walnut wpTyQ     
  • Walnut is a local specialty here.核桃是此地的土特产。
  • The stool comes in several sizes in walnut or mahogany.凳子有几种尺寸,材质分胡桃木和红木两种。
134 crookery 8a7d9f524498ee94e9b30be0318d9358     
135 deception vnWzO     
  • He admitted conspiring to obtain property by deception.他承认曾与人合谋骗取财产。
  • He was jailed for two years for fraud and deception.他因为诈骗和欺诈入狱服刑两年。
136 patina nLKx1     
  • The trophy has a beautiful green patina.这个奖杯表面有一层漂亮的绿锈。
  • Ancient bronze animal are covered in vivid green patina.古代青铜器动物被绿色彩铜绿笼罩。
137 applied Tz2zXA     
  • She plans to take a course in applied linguistics.她打算学习应用语言学课程。
  • This cream is best applied to the face at night.这种乳霜最好晚上擦脸用。
138 rascals 5ab37438604a153e085caf5811049ebb     
流氓( rascal的名词复数 ); 无赖; (开玩笑说法)淘气的人(尤指小孩); 恶作剧的人
  • "Oh, but I like rascals. "唔,不过我喜欢流氓。
  • "They're all second-raters, black sheep, rascals. "他们都是二流人物,是流氓,是恶棍。
139 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。
140 contemplate PaXyl     
  • The possibility of war is too horrifying to contemplate.战争的可能性太可怕了,真不堪细想。
  • The consequences would be too ghastly to contemplate.后果不堪设想。
141 knavery ExYy3     
  • Knavery may serve,but honesty is best.欺诈可能有用,诚实却是上策。
  • This is flat knavery.这是十足的无赖作风。
142 curiously 3v0zIc     
  • He looked curiously at the people.他好奇地看着那些人。
  • He took long stealthy strides. His hands were curiously cold.他迈着悄没声息的大步。他的双手出奇地冷。
143 barley 2dQyq     
  • They looked out across the fields of waving barley.他们朝田里望去,只见大麦随风摇摆。
  • He cropped several acres with barley.他种了几英亩大麦。
144 bulging daa6dc27701a595ab18024cbb7b30c25     
膨胀; 凸出(部); 打气; 折皱
  • Her pockets were bulging with presents. 她的口袋里装满了礼物。
  • Conscious of the bulging red folder, Nim told her,"Ask if it's important." 尼姆想到那个鼓鼓囊囊的红色文件夹便告诉她:“问问是不是重要的事。”
145 bent QQ8yD     
  • He was fully bent upon the project.他一心扑在这项计划上。
  • We bent over backward to help them.我们尽了最大努力帮助他们。
146 pointed Il8zB4     
  • He gave me a very sharp pointed pencil.他给我一支削得非常尖的铅笔。
  • She wished to show Mrs.John Dashwood by this pointed invitation to her brother.她想通过对达茨伍德夫人提出直截了当的邀请向她的哥哥表示出来。
147 saturated qjEzG3     
  • The continuous rain had saturated the soil. 连绵不断的雨把土地淋了个透。
  • a saturated solution of sodium chloride 氯化钠饱和溶液
148 lustre hAhxg     
  • The sun was shining with uncommon lustre.太阳放射出异常的光彩。
  • A good name keeps its lustre in the dark.一个好的名誉在黑暗中也保持它的光辉。
149 bestial btmzp     
  • The Roman gladiatorial contests were bestial amusements.罗马角斗是残忍的娱乐。
  • A statement on Amman Radio spoke of bestial aggression and a horrible massacre. 安曼广播电台播放的一则声明提到了野蛮的侵略和骇人的大屠杀。
150 rusted 79e453270dbdbb2c5fc11d284e95ff6e     
v.(使)生锈( rust的过去式和过去分词 )
  • I can't get these screws out; they've rusted in. 我无法取出这些螺丝,它们都锈住了。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • My bike has rusted and needs oil. 我的自行车生锈了,需要上油。 来自《简明英汉词典》
151 screwdriver rDpza     
  • He took a screwdriver and teased out the remaining screws.他拿出螺丝刀把其余的螺丝卸了下来。
  • The electric drill can also be used as a screwdriver.这把电钻也可用作螺丝刀。
152 uneven akwwb     
  • The sidewalk is very uneven—be careful where you walk.这人行道凹凸不平—走路时请小心。
  • The country was noted for its uneven distribution of land resources.这个国家以土地资源分布不均匀出名。
153 shrugged 497904474a48f991a3d1961b0476ebce     
  • Sam shrugged and said nothing. 萨姆耸耸肩膀,什么也没说。
  • She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. 她耸耸肩,装出一副无所谓的样子。 来自《简明英汉词典》
154 second-hand second-hand     
  • I got this book by chance at a second-hand bookshop.我赶巧在一家旧书店里买到这本书。
  • They will put all these second-hand goods up for sale.他们将把这些旧货全部公开出售。
155 haggle aedxa     
  • In many countries you have to haggle before you buy anything.在许多国家里买东西之前都得讨价还价。
  • If you haggle over the price,they might give you discount.你讲讲价,他们可能会把价钱降低。
156 giggling 2712674ae81ec7e853724ef7e8c53df1     
v.咯咯地笑( giggle的现在分词 )
  • We just sat there giggling like naughty schoolchildren. 我们只是坐在那儿像调皮的小学生一样的咯咯地傻笑。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • I can't stand her giggling, she's so silly. 她吃吃地笑,叫我真受不了,那样子傻透了。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
157 glistening glistening     
adj.闪耀的,反光的v.湿物闪耀,闪亮( glisten的现在分词 )
  • Her eyes were glistening with tears. 她眼里闪着晶莹的泪花。
  • Her eyes were glistening with tears. 她眼睛中的泪水闪着柔和的光。 来自《用法词典》
158 metallic LCuxO     
  • A sharp metallic note coming from the outside frightened me.外面传来尖锐铿锵的声音吓了我一跳。
  • He picked up a metallic ring last night.昨夜他捡了一个金属戒指。
159 tinkle 1JMzu     
  • The wine glass dropped to the floor with a tinkle.酒杯丁零一声掉在地上。
  • Give me a tinkle and let me know what time the show starts.给我打个电话,告诉我演出什么时候开始。
160 bastard MuSzK     
  • He was never concerned about being born a bastard.他从不介意自己是私生子。
  • There was supposed to be no way to get at the bastard.据说没有办法买通那个混蛋。
161 prospect P01zn     
  • This state of things holds out a cheerful prospect.事态呈现出可喜的前景。
  • The prospect became more evident.前景变得更加明朗了。
162 relentlessly Rk4zSD     
  • The African sun beat relentlessly down on his aching head. 非洲的太阳无情地照射在他那发痛的头上。
  • He pursued her relentlessly, refusing to take 'no' for an answer. 他锲而不舍地追求她,拒不接受“不”的回答。
163 bovine ys5zy     
  • He threw off his pack and went into the rush-grass andand munching,like some bovine creature.他丢开包袱,爬到灯心草丛里,像牛似的大咬大嚼起来。
  • He was a gentle,rather bovine man.他是一位文雅而反应迟钝的人。
164 glimmered 8dea896181075b2b225f0bf960cf3afd     
v.发闪光,发微光( glimmer的过去式和过去分词 )
  • "There glimmered the embroidered letter, with comfort in its unearthly ray." 她胸前绣着的字母闪着的非凡的光辉,将温暖舒适带给他人。 来自英汉 - 翻译样例 - 文学
  • The moon glimmered faintly through the mists. 月亮透过薄雾洒下微光。 来自辞典例句
165 mawkish 57Kzf     
  • A sordid,sentimental plot unwinds,with an inevitable mawkish ending.一段灰暗而感伤的情节慢慢展开,最后是一个不可避免的幼稚可笑的结局。
  • There was nothing mawkish or funereal about the atmosphere at the weekend shows.在周末的发布会上并没有任何多愁善感或者死寂气氛。
166 trot aKBzt     
n.疾走,慢跑;n.老太婆;现成译本;(复数)trots:腹泻(与the 连用);v.小跑,快步走,赶紧
  • They passed me at a trot.他们从我身边快步走过。
  • The horse broke into a brisk trot.马突然快步小跑起来。
167 rippling b84b2d05914b2749622963c1ef058ed5     
  • I could see the dawn breeze rippling the shining water. 我能看见黎明的微风在波光粼粼的水面上吹出道道涟漪。
  • The pool rippling was caused by the waving of the reeds. 池塘里的潺潺声是芦苇摇动时引起的。
168 socket jw9wm     
  • He put the electric plug into the socket.他把电插头插入插座。
  • The battery charger plugs into any mains socket.这个电池充电器可以插入任何类型的电源插座。
169 waddling 56319712a61da49c78fdf94b47927106     
v.(像鸭子一样)摇摇摆摆地走( waddle的现在分词 )
  • Rhinoceros Give me a break, were been waddling every day. 犀牛甲:饶了我吧,我们晃了一整天了都。 来自互联网
  • A short plump woman came waddling along the pavement. 有个矮胖女子一摇一摆地沿人行道走来。 来自互联网
170 squat 2GRzp     
  • For this exercise you need to get into a squat.在这次练习中你需要蹲下来。
  • He is a squat man.他是一个矮胖的男人。
171 severed 832a75b146a8d9eacac9030fd16c0222     
v.切断,断绝( sever的过去式和过去分词 );断,裂
  • The doctor said I'd severed a vessel in my leg. 医生说我割断了腿上的一根血管。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • We have severed diplomatic relations with that country. 我们与那个国家断绝了外交关系。 来自《简明英汉词典》
172 axe 2oVyI     
  • Be careful with that sharp axe.那把斧子很锋利,你要当心。
  • The edge of this axe has turned.这把斧子卷了刃了。
173 spat pFdzJ     
  • Her parents always have spats.她的父母经常有些小的口角。
  • There is only a spat between the brother and sister.那只是兄妹间的小吵小闹。


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