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One
OVERTURE1
I n the afternoons it was the custom of Miss Jane Marple to unfold her second newspaper. Two newspapers weredelivered at her house every morning. The first one Miss Marple read while sipping2 her early morning tea, that is, if itwas delivered in time. The boy who delivered the papers was notably3 erratic4 in his management of time. Frequently,too, there was either a new boy or a boy who was acting5 temporarily as a stand-in for the first one. And each onewould have ideas of his own as to the geographical6 route that he should take in delivering. Perhaps it varied7 monotonyfor him. But those customers who were used to reading their paper early so that they could snap up the more saucyitems in the day’s news before departing for their bus, train or other means of progress to the day’s work wereannoyed if the papers were late, though the middle-aged8 and elderly ladies who resided peacefully in St. Mary Meadoften preferred to read a newspaper propped10 up on their breakfast table.
Today, Miss Marple had absorbed the front page and a few other items in the daily paper that she had nicknamed“the Daily All-Sorts,” this being a slightly satirical allusion11 to the fact that her paper, the Daily Newsgiver, owing to achange of proprietor12, to her own and to other of her friends’ great annoyance13, now provided articles on men’stailoring, women’s dress, female heartthrobs, competitions for children, and complaining letters from women and hadmanaged pretty well to shove any real news off any part of it but the front page, or to some obscure corner where itwas impossible to find it. Miss Marple, being old-fashioned, preferred her newspapers to be newspapers and give younews.
In the afternoon, having finished her luncheon14, treated herself to twenty minutes’ nap in a specially15 purchased,upright armchair which catered16 for the demands of her rheumatic back, she had opened The Times, which lent itselfstill to a more leisurely17 perusal18. Not that The Times was what it used to be. The maddening thing about The Times wasthat you couldn’t find anything anymore. Instead of going through from the front page and knowing where everythingelse was so that you passed easily to any special articles on subjects in which you were interested, there were nowextraordinary interruptions to this time-honoured programme. Two pages were suddenly devoted19 to travel in Capriwith illustrations. Sport appeared with far more prominence20 than it had ever had in the old days. Court news andobituaries were a little more faithful to routine. The births, marriages and deaths which had at one time occupied MissMarple’s attention first of all owing to their prominent position had migrated to a different part of The Times, thoughof late, Miss Marple noted22, they had come almost permanently23 to rest on the back page.
Miss Marple gave her attention first to the main news on the front page. She did not linger long on that because itwas equivalent to what she had already read this morning, though possibly couched in a slightly more dignifiedmanner. She cast her eye down the table of contents. Articles, comments, science, sport; then she pursued her usualplan, turned the paper over and had a quick run down the births, marriages and deaths, after which she proposed toturn to the page given to correspondence, where she nearly always found something to enjoy; from that she passed onto the Court Circular, on which page today’s news from the Sale Rooms could also be found. A short article onScience was often placed there but she did not propose to read that. It seldom made sense for her.
Having turned the paper over as usual to the births, marriages and deaths, Miss Marple thought to herself, as sooften before,“It’s sad really, but nowadays one is only interested in the deaths!”
People had babies, but the people who had babies were not likely to be even known by name to Miss Marple. Ifthere had been a column dealing24 with babies labelled as grandchildren, there might have been some chance of apleasurable recognition. She might have thought to herself,“Really, Mary Prendergast has had a third granddaughter!,” though even that perhaps might have been a bitremote.
She skimmed down Marriages, also with not a very close survey, because most of her old friends’ daughters orsons had married some years ago already. She came to the Deaths column, and gave that her more serious attention.
Gave it enough, in fact, so as to be sure she would not miss a name. Alloway, Angopastro, Arden, Barton, Bedshaw,Burgoweisser-(dear me, what a German name, but he seemed to be late of Leeds). Carpenter, Camperdown, Clegg.
Clegg? Now was that one of the Cleggs she knew? No, it didn’t seem to be. Janet Clegg. Somewhere in Yorkshire.
McDonald, McKenzie, Nicholson. Nicholson? No. Again not a Nicholson she knew. Ogg, Ormerod-that must be oneof the aunts, she thought. Yes, probably so. Linda Ormerod. No, she hadn’t known her. Quantril? Dear me, that mustbe Elizabeth Quantril. Eighty-five. Well, really! She had thought Elizabeth Quantril had died some years ago. Fancyher having lived so long! So delicate she’d always been, too. Nobody had expected her to make old bones. Race,Radley, Rafiel. Rafiel? Something stirred. That name was familiar. Rafiel. Belford Park, Maidstone. Belford Park,Maidstone. No, she couldn’t recall that address. No flowers. Jason Rafiel. Oh well, an unusual name. She supposedshe’d just heard it somewhere. Ross-Perkins. Now that might be-no, it wasn’t. Ryland? Emily Ryland. No. No, she’dnever known an Emily Ryland. Deeply loved by her husband and children. Well, very nice or very sad. Whicheverway you liked to look at it.
Miss Marple laid down her paper, glancing idly through the crossword25 while she puzzled to remember why thename Rafiel was familiar to her.
“It will come to me,” said Miss Marple, knowing from long experience the way old people’s memories worked.
“It’ll come to me, I have no doubt.”
She glanced out of the window towards the garden, withdrew her gaze and tried to put the garden out of her mind.
Her garden had been the source of great pleasure and also a great deal of hard work to Miss Marple for many, manyyears. And now, owing to the fussiness26 of doctors, working in the garden was forbidden to her. She’d once tried tofight this ban, but had come to the conclusion that she had, after all, better do as she was told. She had arranged herchair at such an angle as not to be easy to look out in the garden unless she definitely and clearly wished to seesomething in particular. She sighed, picked up her knitting bag and took out a small child’s woolly jacket in process ofcoming to a conclusion. The back was done and the front. Now she would have to get on with the sleeves. Sleeveswere always boring. Two sleeves, both alike. Yes, very boring. Pretty coloured pink wool, however. Pink wool. Nowwait a minute, where did that fit in? Yes-yes-it fitted in with that name she’d just read in the paper. Pink wool. Ablue sea. A Caribbean sea. A sandy beach. Sunshine. Herself knitting and-why, of course, Mr. Rafiel. That trip shehad made to the Caribbean. The island of St. Honoré. A treat from her nephew Raymond. And she remembered Joan,her niece-in-law, Raymond’s wife, saying:
“Don’t get mixed up in any more murders, Aunt Jane. It isn’t good for you.”
Well, she hadn’t wished to get mixed up in any murders, but it just happened. That was all. Simply because of anelderly Major with a glass eye who had insisted on telling her some very long and boring stories. Poor Major-nowwhat was his name? She’d forgotten that now. Mr. Rafiel and his secretary, Mrs.-Mrs. Walters, yes, Esther Walters,and his masseur-attendant, Jackson. It all came back. Well, well. Poor Mr. Rafiel. So Mr. Rafiel was dead. He hadknown he was going to die before very long. He had practically told her so. It seemed as though he had lasted longerthan the doctors had thought. He was a strong man, an obstinate27 man-a very rich man.
Miss Marple remained in thought, her knitting needles working regularly, but her mind not really on her knitting.
Her mind was on the late Mr. Rafiel, and remembering what she could remember about him. Not an easy man toforget, really. She could conjure28 his appearance up mentally quite well. Yes, a very definite personality, a difficultman, an irritable29 man, shockingly rude sometimes. Nobody ever resented his being rude, though. She remembered thatalso. They didn’t resent his being rude because he was so rich. Yes, he had been very rich. He had had his secretarywith him and a valet attendant, a qualified30 masseur. He had not been able to get about very well without help.
Rather a doubtful character that nurse-attendant had been, Miss Marple thought. Mr. Rafiel had been very rude tohim sometimes. He had never seemed to mind. And that, again, of course was because Mr. Rafiel was so rich.
“Nobody else would pay him half what I do,” Mr. Rafiel had said, “and he knows it. He’s good at his job, though.”
Miss Marple wondered whether Jackson?-Johnson? had stayed on with Mr. Rafiel. Stayed on for what must havebeen-another year? A year and three or four months. She thought probably not. Mr. Rafiel was one who liked achange. He got tired of people, tired of their ways, tired of their faces, tired of their voices.
Miss Marple understood that. She had felt the same sometimes. That companion of hers, that nice, attentive,maddening woman with her cooing voice.
“Ah,” said Miss Marple, “what a change for the better since-” oh dear, she’d forgotten her name now-Miss-Miss Bishop31?-no, not Miss Bishop. Oh dear, how difficult it was.
Her mind went back to Mr. Rafiel and to-no, it wasn’t Johnson, it had been Jackson, Arthur Jackson.
“Oh, dear,” said Miss Marple again, “I always get all the names wrong. And of course, it was Miss Knight32 I wasthinking of. Not Miss Bishop. Why do I think of her as Miss Bishop?” The answer came to her. Chess, of course. Achess piece. A knight. A bishop.
“I shall be calling her Miss Castle next time I think of her, I suppose, or Miss Rook. Though, really, she’s not thesort of person who would ever rook anybody. No, indeed. And now what was the name of that nice secretary that Mr.
Rafiel had. Oh yes, Esther Walters. That was right. I wonder what has happened to Esther Walters? She’d inheritedmoney? She would probably inherit money now.”
Mr. Rafiel, she remembered, had told her something about that, or she had-oh, dear, what a muddle33 things werewhen you tried to remember with any kind of exactitude. Esther Walters. It had hit her badly, that business in theCaribbean, but she would have got over it. She’d been a widow, hadn’t she? Miss Marple hoped that Esther Waltershad married again, some nice, kindly34, reliable man. It seemed faintly unlikely. Esther Walters, she thought, had hadrather a genius for liking35 the wrong kind of men to marry.
Miss Marple went back to thinking about Mr. Rafiel. No flowers, it had said. Not that she herself would havedreamed of sending flowers to Mr. Rafiel. He could buy up all the nurseries in England if he’d wanted to. Andanyway, they hadn’t been on those terms. They hadn’t been-friends, or on terms of affection. They had been-whatwas the word she wanted?-allies. Yes, they had been allies for a very short time. A very exciting time. And he hadbeen an ally worth having. She had known so. She’d known it as she had gone running through a dark, tropical nightin the Caribbean and had come to him. Yes, she remembered, she’d been wearing that pink wool-what used they tocall them when she was young?-a fascinator. That nice pink wool kind of shawl-scarf that she’d put round her head,and he had looked at her and laughed, and later when she had said-she smiled at the remembrance-one word shehad used and he had laughed, but he hadn’t laughed in the end. No, he’d done what she asked him and therefore-“Ah!” Miss Marple sighed, it had been, she had to admit it, all very exciting. And she’d never told her nephew ordear Joan about it because, after all, it was what they’d told her not to do, wasn’t it? Miss Marple nodded her head.
Then she murmured softly,
“Poor Mr. Rafiel, I hope he didn’t-suffer.”
Probably not. Probably he’d been kept by expensive doctors under sedatives36, easing the end. He had suffered agreat deal in those weeks in the Caribbean. He’d nearly always been in pain. A brave man.
A brave man. She was sorry he was dead because she thought that though he’d been elderly and an invalid37 and ill,the world had lost something through his going. She had no idea what he could have been like in business. Ruthless,she thought, and rude and overmastering and aggressive. A great attacker. But-but a good friend, she thought. Andsomewhere in him a deep kind of kindness that he was very careful never to show on the surface. A man she admiredand respected. Well, she was sorry he was gone and she hoped he hadn’t minded too much and that his passing hadbeen easy. And now he would be cremated38 no doubt and put in some large, handsome marble vault39. She didn’t evenknow if he’d been married. He had never mentioned a wife, never mentioned children. A lonely man? Or had his lifebeen so full that he hadn’t needed to feel lonely? She wondered.
She sat there quite a long time that afternoon, wondering about Mr. Rafiel. She had never expected to see him againafter she had returned to England and she never had seen him again. Yet in some queer way she could at any momenthave felt she was in touch with him. If he had approached her or had suggested that they meet again, feeling perhaps abond because of a life that had been saved between them, or of some other bond. A bond-“Surely,” said Miss Marple, aghast at an idea that had come into her mind, “there can’t be a bond of ruthlessnessbetween us?” Was she, Jane Marple-could she ever be-ruthless? “D’you know,” said Miss Marple to herself, “it’sextraordinary, I never thought about it before. I believe, you know, I could be ruthless….”
The door opened and a dark, curly head was popped in. It was Cherry, the welcome successor to Miss Bishop-Miss Knight.
“Did you say something?” said Cherry.
“I was speaking to myself,” said Miss Marple, “I just wondered if I could ever be ruthless.”
“What, you?” said Cherry. “Never! You’re kindness itself.”
“All the same,” said Miss Marple, “I believe I could be ruthless if there was due cause.”
“What would you call due cause?”
“In the cause of justice,” said Miss Marple.
“You did have it in for little Gary Hopkins I must say,” said Cherry. “When you caught him torturing his cat thatday. Never knew you had it in you to go for anyone like that! Scared him stiff, you did. He’s never forgotten it.”
“I hope he hasn’t tortured anymore cats.”
“Well, he’s made sure you weren’t about if he did,” said Cherry. “In fact I’m not at all sure as there isn’t other boysas got scared. Seeing you with your wool and the pretty things you knits and all that-anyone would think you weregentle as a lamb. But there’s times I could say you’d behave like a lion if you was goaded40 into it.”
Miss Marple looked a little doubtful. She could not quite see herself in the r?le in which Cherry was now castingher. Had she ever-she paused on the reflection, recalling various moments-there had been intense irritation41 withMiss Bishop-Knight. (Really, she must not forget names in this way.) But her irritation had shown itself in more orless ironical42 remarks. Lions, presumably, did not use irony43. There was nothing ironical about a lion. It sprang. Itroared. It used its claws, presumably it took large bites at its prey44.
“Really,” said Miss Marple, “I don’t think I have ever behaved quite like that.”
Walking slowly along her garden that evening with the usual feelings of vexation rising in her, Miss Marpleconsidered the point again. Possibly the sight of a plant of snapdragons recalled it to her mind. Really, she had told oldGeorge again and again that she only wanted sulphur-coloured antirrhinums, not that rather ugly purple shade thatgardeners always seemed so fond of. “Sulphur yellow,” said Miss Marple aloud.
Someone the other side of the railing that abutted45 on the lane past her house turned her head and spoke46.
“I beg your pardon? You said something?”
“I was talking to myself, I’m afraid,” said Miss Marple, turning to look over the railing.
This was someone she did not know, and she knew most people in St. Mary Mead9. Knew them by sight even if notpersonally. It was a thickset woman in a shabby but tough tweed skirt, and wearing good country shoes. She wore anemerald pullover and a knitted woollen scarf.
“I’m afraid one does at my age,” added Miss Marple.
“Nice garden you’ve got here,” said the other woman.
“Not particularly nice now,” said Miss Marple. “When I could attend to it myself-”
“Oh I know. I understand just what you feel. I suppose you’ve got one of those-I have a lot of names for them,mostly very rude-elderly chaps who say they know all about gardening. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’tknow a thing about it. They come and have a lot of cups of tea and do a little very mild weeding. They’re quite nice,some of them, but all the same it does make one’s temper rise.” She added, “I’m quite a keen gardener myself.”
“Do you live here?” asked Miss Marple, with some interest.
“Well, I’m boarding with a Mrs. Hastings. I think I’ve heard her speak of you. You’re Miss Marple, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes.”
“I’ve come as a sort of companion-gardener. My name is Bartlett, by the way. Miss Bartlett. There’s not reallymuch to do there,” said Miss Bartlett. “She goes in for annuals and all that. Nothing you can really get your teethinto.” She opened her mouth and showed her teeth when making this remark. “Of course I do a few odd jobs as well.
Shopping, you know, and things like that. Anyway, if you want any time put in here, I could put in an hour or two foryou. I’d say I might be better than any chap you’ve got now.”
“That would be easy,” said Miss Marple. “I like flowers best. Don’t care so much for vegetables.”
“I do vegetables for Mrs. Hastings. Dull but necessary. Well, I’ll be getting along.” Her eyes swept over MissMarple from head to foot, as though memorizing her, then she nodded cheerfully and tramped off.
Mrs. Hastings? Miss Marple couldn’t remember the name of any Mrs. Hastings. Certainly Mrs. Hastings was notan old friend. She had certainly never been a gardening chum. Ah, of course, it was probably those newly built housesat the end of Gibraltar Road. Several families had moved in in the last year. Miss Marple sighed, looked again withannoyance at the antirrhinums, saw several weeds which she yearned47 to root up, one or two exuberant48 suckers shewould like to attack with her secateurs, and finally, sighing, and manfully resisting temptation, she made a detourround by the lane and returned to her house. Her mind recurred49 again to Mr. Rafiel. They had been, he and she-whatwas the title of that book they used to quote so much when she was young? Ships that pass in the night. Rather apt itwas really, when she came to think of it. Ships that pass in the night … It was in the night that she had gone to him toask-no, to demand-help. To insist, to say no time must be lost. And he had agreed, and put things in train at once!
Perhaps she had been rather lionlike on that occasion? No. No, that was quite wrong. It had not been anger she hadfelt. It had been insistence50 on something that was absolutely imperative51 to be put in hand at once. And he’dunderstood.
Poor Mr. Rafiel. The ship that had passed in the night had been an interesting ship. Once you got used to his beingrude, he might have been quite an agreeable man? No! She shook her head. Mr. Rafiel could never have been anagreeable man. Well, she must put Mr. Rafiel out of her head.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing;Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness.
She would probably never think of him again. She would look out perhaps to see if there was an obituary52 of him inThe Times. But she did not think it was very likely. He was not a very well known character, she thought. Not famous.
He had just been very rich. Of course, many people did have obituaries21 in the paper just because they were very rich;but she thought that Mr. Rafiel’s richness would possibly not have been of that kind. He had not been prominent inany great industry, he had not been a great financial genius, or a noteworthy banker. He had just all his life madeenormous amounts of money….

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1 overture F4Lza     
n.前奏曲、序曲,提议,提案,初步交涉
参考例句:
  • The opera was preceded by a short overture.这部歌剧开始前有一段简短的序曲。
  • His overture led to nothing.他的提议没有得到什么结果。
2 sipping e7d80fb5edc3b51045def1311858d0ae     
v.小口喝,呷,抿( sip的现在分词 )
参考例句:
  • She sat in the sun, idly sipping a cool drink. 她坐在阳光下懒洋洋地抿着冷饮。
  • She sat there, sipping at her tea. 她坐在那儿抿着茶。
3 notably 1HEx9     
adv.值得注意地,显著地,尤其地,特别地
参考例句:
  • Many students were absent,notably the monitor.许多学生缺席,特别是连班长也没来。
  • A notably short,silver-haired man,he plays basketball with his staff several times a week.他个子明显较为矮小,一头银发,每周都会和他的员工一起打几次篮球。
4 erratic ainzj     
adj.古怪的,反复无常的,不稳定的
参考例句:
  • The old man had always been cranky and erratic.那老头儿性情古怪,反复无常。
  • The erratic fluctuation of market prices is in consequence of unstable economy.经济波动致使市场物价忽起忽落。
5 acting czRzoc     
n.演戏,行为,假装;adj.代理的,临时的,演出用的
参考例句:
  • Ignore her,she's just acting.别理她,她只是假装的。
  • During the seventies,her acting career was in eclipse.在七十年代,她的表演生涯黯然失色。
6 geographical Cgjxb     
adj.地理的;地区(性)的
参考例句:
  • The current survey will have a wider geographical spread.当前的调查将在更广泛的地域范围內进行。
  • These birds have a wide geographical distribution.这些鸟的地理分布很广。
7 varied giIw9     
adj.多样的,多变化的
参考例句:
  • The forms of art are many and varied.艺术的形式是多种多样的。
  • The hotel has a varied programme of nightly entertainment.宾馆有各种晚间娱乐活动。
8 middle-aged UopzSS     
adj.中年的
参考例句:
  • I noticed two middle-aged passengers.我注意到两个中年乘客。
  • The new skin balm was welcome by middle-aged women.这种新护肤香膏受到了中年妇女的欢迎。
9 mead BotzAK     
n.蜂蜜酒
参考例句:
  • He gave me a cup of mead.他给我倒了杯蜂蜜酒。
  • He drank some mead at supper.晚饭时他喝了一些蜂蜜酒。
10 propped 557c00b5b2517b407d1d2ef6ba321b0e     
支撑,支持,维持( prop的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • He sat propped up in the bed by pillows. 他靠着枕头坐在床上。
  • This fence should be propped up. 这栅栏该用东西支一支。
11 allusion CfnyW     
n.暗示,间接提示
参考例句:
  • He made an allusion to a secret plan in his speech.在讲话中他暗示有一项秘密计划。
  • She made no allusion to the incident.她没有提及那个事件。
12 proprietor zR2x5     
n.所有人;业主;经营者
参考例句:
  • The proprietor was an old acquaintance of his.业主是他的一位旧相识。
  • The proprietor of the corner grocery was a strange thing in my life.拐角杂货店店主是我生活中的一个怪物。
13 annoyance Bw4zE     
n.恼怒,生气,烦恼
参考例句:
  • Why do you always take your annoyance out on me?为什么你不高兴时总是对我出气?
  • I felt annoyance at being teased.我恼恨别人取笑我。
14 luncheon V8az4     
n.午宴,午餐,便宴
参考例句:
  • We have luncheon at twelve o'clock.我们十二点钟用午餐。
  • I have a luncheon engagement.我午饭有约。
15 specially Hviwq     
adv.特定地;特殊地;明确地
参考例句:
  • They are specially packaged so that they stack easily.它们经过特别包装以便于堆放。
  • The machine was designed specially for demolishing old buildings.这种机器是专为拆毁旧楼房而设计的。
16 catered 89d616ab59cbf00e406e8778a3dcc0fc     
提供饮食及服务( cater的过去式和过去分词 ); 满足需要,适合
参考例句:
  • We catered for forty but only twenty came. 我们准备了40客饭菜,但只来了20个人。
  • They catered for everyone regardless of social rank. 他们为所有人服务而不计较其社会地位。
17 leisurely 51Txb     
adj.悠闲的;从容的,慢慢的
参考例句:
  • 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。
18 perusal mM5xT     
n.细读,熟读;目测
参考例句:
  • Peter Cooke undertook to send each of us a sample contract for perusal.彼得·库克答应给我们每人寄送一份合同样本供阅读。
  • A perusal of the letters which we have published has satisfied him of the reality of our claim.读了我们的公开信后,他终于相信我们的要求的确是真的。
19 devoted xu9zka     
adj.忠诚的,忠实的,热心的,献身于...的
参考例句:
  • He devoted his life to the educational cause of the motherland.他为祖国的教育事业贡献了一生。
  • We devoted a lengthy and full discussion to this topic.我们对这个题目进行了长时间的充分讨论。
20 prominence a0Mzw     
n.突出;显著;杰出;重要
参考例句:
  • He came to prominence during the World Cup in Italy.他在意大利的世界杯赛中声名鹊起。
  • This young fashion designer is rising to prominence.这位年轻的时装设计师的声望越来越高。
21 obituaries 2aa5e1ea85839251a65ac5c5e76411d6     
讣告,讣闻( obituary的名词复数 )
参考例句:
  • Next time I read about him, I want it in the obituaries. 希望下次读到他的消息的时候,是在仆告里。
  • People's obituaries are written while they're still alive? 人们在世的时候就有人给他们写讣告?
22 noted 5n4zXc     
adj.著名的,知名的
参考例句:
  • The local hotel is noted for its good table.当地的那家酒店以餐食精美而著称。
  • Jim is noted for arriving late for work.吉姆上班迟到出了名。
23 permanently KluzuU     
adv.永恒地,永久地,固定不变地
参考例句:
  • The accident left him permanently scarred.那次事故给他留下了永久的伤疤。
  • The ship is now permanently moored on the Thames in London.该船现在永久地停泊在伦敦泰晤士河边。
24 dealing NvjzWP     
n.经商方法,待人态度
参考例句:
  • 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。
25 crossword VvOzBj     
n.纵横字谜,纵横填字游戏
参考例句:
  • He shows a great interest in crossword puzzles.他对填字游戏表现出很大兴趣。
  • Don't chuck yesterday's paper out.I still haven't done the crossword.别扔了昨天的报纸,我还没做字谜游戏呢。
26 fussiness 898610cf9ec1d8717aa6b3e3ee4ac3e1     
[医]易激怒
参考例句:
  • Everybody knows that this is not fussiness but a precaution against burglars. 大家知道,这不是为了多事,而是为了防贼。 来自互联网
27 obstinate m0dy6     
adj.顽固的,倔强的,不易屈服的,较难治愈的
参考例句:
  • She's too obstinate to let anyone help her.她太倔强了,不会让任何人帮她的。
  • The trader was obstinate in the negotiation.这个商人在谈判中拗强固执。
28 conjure tnRyN     
v.恳求,祈求;变魔术,变戏法
参考例句:
  • I conjure you not to betray me.我恳求你不要背弃我。
  • I can't simply conjure up the money out of thin air.我是不能像变魔术似的把钱变来。
29 irritable LRuzn     
adj.急躁的;过敏的;易怒的
参考例句:
  • He gets irritable when he's got toothache.他牙一疼就很容易发脾气。
  • Our teacher is an irritable old lady.She gets angry easily.我们的老师是位脾气急躁的老太太。她很容易生气。
30 qualified DCPyj     
adj.合格的,有资格的,胜任的,有限制的
参考例句:
  • He is qualified as a complete man of letters.他有资格当真正的文学家。
  • We must note that we still lack qualified specialists.我们必须看到我们还缺乏有资质的专家。
31 bishop AtNzd     
n.主教,(国际象棋)象
参考例句:
  • 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。
32 knight W2Hxk     
n.骑士,武士;爵士
参考例句:
  • He was made an honourary knight.他被授予荣誉爵士称号。
  • A knight rode on his richly caparisoned steed.一个骑士骑在装饰华丽的马上。
33 muddle d6ezF     
n.困惑,混浊状态;vt.使混乱,使糊涂,使惊呆;vi.胡乱应付,混乱
参考例句:
  • Everything in the room was in a muddle.房间里每一件东西都是乱七八糟的。
  • Don't work in a rush and get into a muddle.克服忙乱现象。
34 kindly tpUzhQ     
adj.和蔼的,温和的,爽快的;adv.温和地,亲切地
参考例句:
  • Her neighbours spoke of her as kindly and hospitable.她的邻居都说她和蔼可亲、热情好客。
  • A shadow passed over the kindly face of the old woman.一道阴影掠过老太太慈祥的面孔。
35 liking mpXzQ5     
n.爱好;嗜好;喜欢
参考例句:
  • The word palate also means taste or liking.Palate这个词也有“口味”或“嗜好”的意思。
  • I must admit I have no liking for exaggeration.我必须承认我不喜欢夸大其词。
36 sedatives 31afb8efa62df469c2feb85f0402561b     
n.镇静药,镇静剂( sedative的名词复数 )
参考例句:
  • A wide variety of mild sedatives and tranquilizers have become available. 现在有许多种镇静剂和安定剂。 来自辞典例句
  • Since July 1967 there has been a restriction on the prescribing of sedatives in Australia. 自从1967年7月起,澳大利亚的镇静药处方受到限制。 来自辞典例句
37 invalid V4Oxh     
n.病人,伤残人;adj.有病的,伤残的;无效的
参考例句:
  • He will visit an invalid.他将要去看望一个病人。
  • A passport that is out of date is invalid.护照过期是无效的。
38 cremated 6f0548dafbb2758e70c4b263a81aa7cf     
v.火葬,火化(尸体)( cremate的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • He wants to is cremated, not buried. 他要火葬,不要土葬。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The bodies were cremated on the shore. 他们的尸体在海边火化了。 来自辞典例句
39 vault 3K3zW     
n.拱形圆顶,地窖,地下室
参考例句:
  • The vault of this cathedral is very high.这座天主教堂的拱顶非常高。
  • The old patrician was buried in the family vault.这位老贵族埋在家族的墓地里。
40 goaded 57b32819f8f3c0114069ed3397e6596e     
v.刺激( goad的过去式和过去分词 );激励;(用尖棒)驱赶;驱使(或怂恿、刺激)某人
参考例句:
  • Goaded beyond endurance, she turned on him and hit out. 她被气得忍无可忍,于是转身向他猛击。
  • The boxers were goaded on by the shrieking crowd. 拳击运动员听见观众的喊叫就来劲儿了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
41 irritation la9zf     
n.激怒,恼怒,生气
参考例句:
  • He could not hide his irritation that he had not been invited.他无法掩饰因未被邀请而生的气恼。
  • Barbicane said nothing,but his silence covered serious irritation.巴比康什么也不说,但是他的沉默里潜伏着阴郁的怒火。
42 ironical F4QxJ     
adj.讽刺的,冷嘲的
参考例句:
  • That is a summary and ironical end.那是一个具有概括性和讽刺意味的结局。
  • From his general demeanour I didn't get the impression that he was being ironical.从他整体的行为来看,我不觉得他是在讲反话。
43 irony P4WyZ     
n.反语,冷嘲;具有讽刺意味的事,嘲弄
参考例句:
  • She said to him with slight irony.她略带嘲讽地对他说。
  • In her voice we could sense a certain tinge of irony.从她的声音里我们可以感到某种讥讽的意味。
44 prey g1czH     
n.被掠食者,牺牲者,掠食;v.捕食,掠夺,折磨
参考例句:
  • Stronger animals prey on weaker ones.弱肉强食。
  • The lion was hunting for its prey.狮子在寻找猎物。
45 abutted 6ae86e2d70688450be633807338d3245     
v.(与…)邻接( abut的过去式和过去分词 );(与…)毗连;接触;倚靠
参考例句:
  • Their house abutted against the hill. 他们的房子紧靠着山。 来自辞典例句
  • The sidewalk abutted on the river. 人行道紧挨着河川。 来自辞典例句
46 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
参考例句:
  • 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。
47 yearned df1a28ecd1f3c590db24d0d80c264305     
渴望,切盼,向往( yearn的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • The people yearned for peace. 人民渴望和平。
  • She yearned to go back to the south. 她渴望回到南方去。
48 exuberant shkzB     
adj.充满活力的;(植物)繁茂的
参考例句:
  • Hothouse plants do not possess exuberant vitality.在温室里培养出来的东西,不会有强大的生命力。
  • All those mother trees in the garden are exuberant.果园里的那些母树都长得十分茂盛。
49 recurred c940028155f925521a46b08674bc2f8a     
再发生,复发( recur的过去式和过去分词 ); 治愈
参考例句:
  • Old memories constantly recurred to him. 往事经常浮现在他的脑海里。
  • She always winced when he recurred to the subject of his poems. 每逢他一提到他的诗作的时候,她总是有点畏缩。
50 insistence A6qxB     
n.坚持;强调;坚决主张
参考例句:
  • They were united in their insistence that she should go to college.他们一致坚持她应上大学。
  • His insistence upon strict obedience is correct.他坚持绝对服从是对的。
51 imperative BcdzC     
n.命令,需要;规则;祈使语气;adj.强制的;紧急的
参考例句:
  • He always speaks in an imperative tone of voice.他老是用命令的口吻讲话。
  • The events of the past few days make it imperative for her to act.过去这几天发生的事迫使她不得不立即行动。
52 obituary mvvy9     
n.讣告,死亡公告;adj.死亡的
参考例句:
  • The obituary records the whole life of the deceased.讣文记述了这位死者的生平。
  • Five days after the letter came,he found Andersen s obituary in the morning paper.收到那封信五天后,他在早报上发现了安德森的讣告。


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