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And as she stood there listening, a feeling of keen distress, of spiritual oppression, came over Mrs. Bunting. For the first time in her life she visioned the infinite mystery, the sadness and strangeness, of human life.
Poor Mr. Sleuth - poor unhappy, distraught Mr. Sleuth! An overwhelming pity blotted out for a moment the fear, aye, and the loathing, she had been feeling for her lodger.
She knocked at the door, and then she took up her tray.
"Come in, Mrs. Bunting." Mr. Sleuth's voice sounded feebler, more toneless than usual.
She turned the handle of the door and walked in. The lodger was not sitting in his usual place; he had taken the little round table on which his candle generally rested when he read in bed, out of his bedroom, and placed it over by the drawing-room window. On it were placed, open, the Bible and the Concordance. But as his landlady came in, Mr. Sleuth hastily closed the Bible, and began staring dreamily out of the window, down at the sordid, hurrying crowd of men and women which now swept along the Marylebone Road.
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When they got home they found Amy reading in the parlour. She assumed an injured air as they came in; never lifted her eyes from her book, or asked a single question. Perhaps curiosity might have conquered resentment, if Beth had not been there to inquire, and receive a glowing description of the play. On going up to put away her best hat, Jo's first look was towards the bureau; for, in their last quarrel, Amy had soothed her feelings by turning Jo's top drawer upside down on the floor. Everything was in its place, however, and after a hasty glance into her various closets, bags,
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and boxes, Jo decided that Amy had forgiven and forgotten her wrongs. ¡¡¡¡There Jo was mistaken; for next day she made a discovery which produced a tempest. Meg, Beth, and Amy were sitting together, late in the afternoon, when Jo burst into the room, looking excited, and demanding breathlessly, `Has anyone taken my book?' ¡¡¡¡Meg and Beth said `No,' at once, and looked surprised; Amy poked the fire, and said nothing. Jo saw her colour rise, and was down upon her in a minute. ¡¡¡¡`Amy, you've got it.' ¡¡¡¡`No, I haven't.' ¡¡¡¡`You know where it is, then!' ¡¡¡¡`No, I don't.' ¡¡¡¡`That's a fib!' cried Jo, taking her by the shoulders and looking fierce enough to frighten a much braver child than Amy.
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When they got home they found Amy reading in the parlour. She assumed an injured air as they came in; never lifted her eyes from her book, or asked a single question. Perhaps curiosity might have conquered resentment, if Beth had not been there to inquire, and receive a glowing description of the play. On going up to put away her best hat, Jo's first look was towards the bureau; for, in their last quarrel, Amy had soothed her feelings by turning Jo's top drawer upside down on the floor. Everything was in its place, however, and after a hasty glance into her various closets, bags,
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and boxes, Jo decided that Amy had forgiven and forgotten her wrongs. ¡¡¡¡There Jo was mistaken; for next day she made a discovery which produced a tempest. Meg, Beth, and Amy were sitting together, late in the afternoon, when Jo burst into the room, looking excited, and demanding breathlessly, `Has anyone taken my book?' ¡¡¡¡Meg and Beth said `No,' at once, and looked surprised; Amy poked the fire, and said nothing. Jo saw her colour rise, and was down upon her in a minute. ¡¡¡¡`Amy, you've got it.' ¡¡¡¡`No, I haven't.' ¡¡¡¡`You know where it is, then!' ¡¡¡¡`No, I don't.' ¡¡¡¡`That's a fib!' cried Jo, taking her by the shoulders and looking fierce enough to frighten a much braver child than Amy.
Friday, October 26, 2007
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"In fact," said Lucy, “they've all made what you might call advances to me in a way. Harold's was very correct – an advantageous financial position in the City. I don't think it's my attractive appearance – they must think I know something."
She laughed.
But Inspector Craddock did not laugh.
"Be careful," he said. "They might murder you instead of making advances to you.
"I suppose it might be simpler," Lucy agreed.
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"In fact," said Lucy, “they've all made what you might call advances to me in a way. Harold's was very correct – an advantageous financial position in the City. I don't think it's my attractive appearance – they must think I know something."
She laughed.
But Inspector Craddock did not laugh.
"Be careful," he said. "They might murder you instead of making advances to you.
"I suppose it might be simpler," Lucy agreed.
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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it was not long before a search-party discoveredhis body.Death was due to a crashing blow with some heavy instrument on theback of the head.An open A B C had been placed face downwards on the deadbody. We arrived at Combeside (as the house was called)at about eight o'clock. The door was opened by an elderly butler whose shaking hands anddisturbed face showed how much the tragedy had affected him. "Good morning，Deveril，"said the police officer. "Good morning，Mr Wells." "These are the gentlemen from London，Deveril." "This way，gentlemen."He ushered us into a long dinning-room wherebreakfast was laid."I'll get Mr Franklin."
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A minute or two later a big fair-haired man with a sunburnt face enteredthe room. This was Franklin Clarke，the dead man's only brother. He had the resolute competent manner of a man accustomed to meeting withemergencies. "Good morning，gentlemen." Inspector Wells made the introductions. "This is Inspector Crome of the CID，Mr Hercule Poirot and-er-CaptainHayter." "Hastings，"I corrected coldly. Franklin Clarke shook hands with each of us in turn and in each case thehandshake was accompanied by a piercing look. "Let me offer you some breakfast，"he said."We can discuss the positionas we eat."
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it was not long before a search-party discoveredhis body.Death was due to a crashing blow with some heavy instrument on theback of the head.An open A B C had been placed face downwards on the deadbody. We arrived at Combeside (as the house was called)at about eight o'clock. The door was opened by an elderly butler whose shaking hands anddisturbed face showed how much the tragedy had affected him. "Good morning，Deveril，"said the police officer. "Good morning，Mr Wells." "These are the gentlemen from London，Deveril." "This way，gentlemen."He ushered us into a long dinning-room wherebreakfast was laid."I'll get Mr Franklin."
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A minute or two later a big fair-haired man with a sunburnt face enteredthe room. This was Franklin Clarke，the dead man's only brother. He had the resolute competent manner of a man accustomed to meeting withemergencies. "Good morning，gentlemen." Inspector Wells made the introductions. "This is Inspector Crome of the CID，Mr Hercule Poirot and-er-CaptainHayter." "Hastings，"I corrected coldly. Franklin Clarke shook hands with each of us in turn and in each case thehandshake was accompanied by a piercing look. "Let me offer you some breakfast，"he said."We can discuss the positionas we eat."
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"Publicity，"suggested Clarke. "Surely an inferiority complex covers that，"added Thora Grey. "That was，of course，the obvious line to take.But why me?Why HerculePoirot?Greater publicity could be ensured by sending the letters to ScotlandYard.More again by sending them to a newspaper.A newspaper might not printthe first letter，but by the time the second crime took place，A B C couldhave been assured of all the publicity the press could give.Why，then，Hercule Poirot?Was it for some personal reason?There was，discernible in theletter，a slight anti-foreigh bias-but not enough to explain the matter tomy satisfaction.
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"Then the second letter arrived-and was followed by the murder of BettyBarnard at Bexhill.It became clear now (what I had already suspected)thatthe murders were to proceed on an alphabetical plan，but the fact，whichseemed final to most people，left the main question unaltered to my mind. Why did A B C need to commit these murders?" Megan Barnard stirred in her chair. "Isn't there such thing as-as a blood lust?"she said. Poirot turned to her.
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"Publicity，"suggested Clarke. "Surely an inferiority complex covers that，"added Thora Grey. "That was，of course，the obvious line to take.But why me?Why HerculePoirot?Greater publicity could be ensured by sending the letters to ScotlandYard.More again by sending them to a newspaper.A newspaper might not printthe first letter，but by the time the second crime took place，A B C couldhave been assured of all the publicity the press could give.Why，then，Hercule Poirot?Was it for some personal reason?There was，discernible in theletter，a slight anti-foreigh bias-but not enough to explain the matter tomy satisfaction.
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"Then the second letter arrived-and was followed by the murder of BettyBarnard at Bexhill.It became clear now (what I had already suspected)thatthe murders were to proceed on an alphabetical plan，but the fact，whichseemed final to most people，left the main question unaltered to my mind. Why did A B C need to commit these murders?" Megan Barnard stirred in her chair. "Isn't there such thing as-as a blood lust?"she said. Poirot turned to her.
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
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"That is easily done," replied the Scarecrow. "The Tin Woodman must build us a raft, so we can float to the other side."
So the Woodman took his axe and began to chop down small trees to make a raft, and while he was busy at this the Scarecrow found on the riverbank a tree full of
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fine fruit. This pleased Dorothy, who had eaten nothing but nuts all day, and she made a hearty meal of the ripe fruit.
But it takes time to make a raft, even when one is as industrious and untiring as the Tin Woodman, and when night came the work was not done. So they found a cozy place under the trees where they slept well until the morning; and Dorothy dreamed of the Emerald City, and of the good Wizard Oz, who would soon send her back to her own home again.
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"That is easily done," replied the Scarecrow. "The Tin Woodman must build us a raft, so we can float to the other side."
So the Woodman took his axe and began to chop down small trees to make a raft, and while he was busy at this the Scarecrow found on the riverbank a tree full of
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fine fruit. This pleased Dorothy, who had eaten nothing but nuts all day, and she made a hearty meal of the ripe fruit.
But it takes time to make a raft, even when one is as industrious and untiring as the Tin Woodman, and when night came the work was not done. So they found a cozy place under the trees where they slept well until the morning; and Dorothy dreamed of the Emerald City, and of the good Wizard Oz, who would soon send her back to her own home again.
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"Only that thou be blind and dumb and paralytic whilst one may count a hundred thousand-counting slowly," said Hendon, with the expression of a man who asks but a reasonable favor, and that a very little one.
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"It is my destruction!" said the constable despairingly. "Ah, be reasonable, good sir; only look at this matter, on all its sides, and see how mere a jest it is-how manifestly and how plainly it is so. And even if one granted it were not a jest, it is a fault so small that e"en the grimmest penalty it could call forth would be but a rebuke and warning from the judge's lips."
Hendon replied with a solemnity which chilled the air about him
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"Only that thou be blind and dumb and paralytic whilst one may count a hundred thousand-counting slowly," said Hendon, with the expression of a man who asks but a reasonable favor, and that a very little one.
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"It is my destruction!" said the constable despairingly. "Ah, be reasonable, good sir; only look at this matter, on all its sides, and see how mere a jest it is-how manifestly and how plainly it is so. And even if one granted it were not a jest, it is a fault so small that e"en the grimmest penalty it could call forth would be but a rebuke and warning from the judge's lips."
Hendon replied with a solemnity which chilled the air about him
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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The boy nearest to him only had the Sun - a late edition of the paper he had already read. It annoyed Bunting to give a penny for a ha'penny rag of which he already knew the main contents. But there was nothing else to do.
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Standing under a lamp-post, he opened out the newspaper. It was bitingly cold; that, perhaps, was why his hand shook as he looked down at the big headlines. For Bunting had been very unfair to the enterprise of the editor of his favourite evening paper. This special edition was full of new matter - new matter concerning The Avenger.
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The boy nearest to him only had the Sun - a late edition of the paper he had already read. It annoyed Bunting to give a penny for a ha'penny rag of which he already knew the main contents. But there was nothing else to do.
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Standing under a lamp-post, he opened out the newspaper. It was bitingly cold; that, perhaps, was why his hand shook as he looked down at the big headlines. For Bunting had been very unfair to the enterprise of the editor of his favourite evening paper. This special edition was full of new matter - new matter concerning The Avenger.
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"'Londoners are now in such a state of nerves - if I may use the expression, in such a state of funk - that every passer-by, however innocent, is looked at with suspicion by his neighbour if his avocation happens to take him abroad between the hours of one and three in the morning.'
"I'd like to gag that ex-Lord Mayor!" concluded Joe Chandler wrathfully.
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Just then the lodger's bell rang.
"Let me go up, my dear," said Bunting.
His wife still looked pale and shaken by the fright she had had.
"No, no," she said hastily. "You stop down here, and talk to Joe. I'll look after Mr. Sleuth. He may be wanting his supper just a bit earlier than usual to-day." Marc Chagall Painting
"'Londoners are now in such a state of nerves - if I may use the expression, in such a state of funk - that every passer-by, however innocent, is looked at with suspicion by his neighbour if his avocation happens to take him abroad between the hours of one and three in the morning.'
"I'd like to gag that ex-Lord Mayor!" concluded Joe Chandler wrathfully.
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Just then the lodger's bell rang.
"Let me go up, my dear," said Bunting.
His wife still looked pale and shaken by the fright she had had.
"No, no," she said hastily. "You stop down here, and talk to Joe. I'll look after Mr. Sleuth. He may be wanting his supper just a bit earlier than usual to-day." Marc Chagall Painting
Sunday, October 14, 2007
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As a matter of fact, he only stumbled at the moment of his disappearance behind the corner of the right wing of the chateau. There he encountered the keeper who, no doubt, tried to seize him. The murderer had in his hand the knife with which he had stabbed Mademoiselle Stangerson and with this he killed the keeper."
This very simple explanation appeared at once plausible and satisfying. A murmur of approbation was heard.
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"And the murderer? What became of him?" asked the President.
"He was evidently hidden in an obscure corner at the end of the court. After the people had left the court carrying with them the body of the keeper, the murderer quietly made his escape."
The words had scarcely left Larsan's mouth when from the back of the court came a youthful voice:
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As a matter of fact, he only stumbled at the moment of his disappearance behind the corner of the right wing of the chateau. There he encountered the keeper who, no doubt, tried to seize him. The murderer had in his hand the knife with which he had stabbed Mademoiselle Stangerson and with this he killed the keeper."
This very simple explanation appeared at once plausible and satisfying. A murmur of approbation was heard.
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"And the murderer? What became of him?" asked the President.
"He was evidently hidden in an obscure corner at the end of the court. After the people had left the court carrying with them the body of the keeper, the murderer quietly made his escape."
The words had scarcely left Larsan's mouth when from the back of the court came a youthful voice:
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Friday, October 12, 2007
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Marc Chagall PaintingMademoiselle Stangerson had worn her hair in bands. But then, how could I have imagined otherwise when I had not been in The Yellow Room!
*When I wrote these lines, Joseph Rouletabille was eighteen years of age,梐nd he spoke of his "youth." I have kept the text of my friend, but I inform the reader here that the
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text of my friend, but I inform the reader here that the episode of the mystery of The Yellow Room has no connection with that of the perfume of the lady in black. It is not my fault if, in the document which I have cited, Rouletabille thought fit to refer to his childhood.
"But now, since the occurrence of the inexplicable gallery
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*When I wrote these lines, Joseph Rouletabille was eighteen years of age,梐nd he spoke of his "youth." I have kept the text of my friend, but I inform the reader here that the
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text of my friend, but I inform the reader here that the episode of the mystery of The Yellow Room has no connection with that of the perfume of the lady in black. It is not my fault if, in the document which I have cited, Rouletabille thought fit to refer to his childhood.
"But now, since the occurrence of the inexplicable gallery
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
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The poor Marionette was heartbroken at reading these words. He fell to the ground and, covering the cold marble with kisses, burst into bitter tears. He cried all night, and dawn found him still there, though his tears had dried and only hard, dry sobs shook his wooden frame. But these were so loud that they could be heard by the faraway hills.
As he sobbed he said to himself:
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Oh, my Fairy, my dear, dear Fairy, why did you die? Why did I not die, who am so bad, instead of you, who are so good? And my father--where can he be? Please dear Fairy, tell me where he is and I shall never, never leave him again! You are not really dead, are you? If you love me, you will come back, alive as before. Don't you feel sorry for me? I'm so lonely. If the two Assassins come, they'll hang me again from the giant oak tree and I will really die, this time. What shall I do alone in the world? Now that you are dead and my father is lost, where shall I eat? Where shall I sleep? Who will make my new clothes? Oh, I want to die! Yes, I want to die! Oh, oh, oh!"
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The poor Marionette was heartbroken at reading these words. He fell to the ground and, covering the cold marble with kisses, burst into bitter tears. He cried all night, and dawn found him still there, though his tears had dried and only hard, dry sobs shook his wooden frame. But these were so loud that they could be heard by the faraway hills.
As he sobbed he said to himself:
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Oh, my Fairy, my dear, dear Fairy, why did you die? Why did I not die, who am so bad, instead of you, who are so good? And my father--where can he be? Please dear Fairy, tell me where he is and I shall never, never leave him again! You are not really dead, are you? If you love me, you will come back, alive as before. Don't you feel sorry for me? I'm so lonely. If the two Assassins come, they'll hang me again from the giant oak tree and I will really die, this time. What shall I do alone in the world? Now that you are dead and my father is lost, where shall I eat? Where shall I sleep? Who will make my new clothes? Oh, I want to die! Yes, I want to die! Oh, oh, oh!"
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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laboratory nor the vestibule bear any traces of the footmarks found in the room. If, in carrying Mademoiselle on the mattress from the laboratory of the chateau, they rested for a moment, there might have been an opportunity for the man in it to escape.
"And then?" asked Rouletabille, deliberately laughing under the bed.
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I felt rather vexed and replied:
"I don't know, - but anything appears possible" -
"The examining magistrate had the same idea, monsieur," said Daddy Jacques, "and he carefully examined the mattress. He was obliged to laugh at the idea, monsieur, as your friend is doing now, - for whoever heard of a mattress having a double bottom?"
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laboratory nor the vestibule bear any traces of the footmarks found in the room. If, in carrying Mademoiselle on the mattress from the laboratory of the chateau, they rested for a moment, there might have been an opportunity for the man in it to escape.
"And then?" asked Rouletabille, deliberately laughing under the bed.
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I felt rather vexed and replied:
"I don't know, - but anything appears possible" -
"The examining magistrate had the same idea, monsieur," said Daddy Jacques, "and he carefully examined the mattress. He was obliged to laugh at the idea, monsieur, as your friend is doing now, - for whoever heard of a mattress having a double bottom?"
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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淑玲来了。
“阿颖，我今天把荷包给了四爷了，四爷很高兴呢。”你还说！！要不是你，我怎么会挨打！！！
对着淑玲咬牙切齿。笑闹一阵。不过我没敢说老四拿荷包来找我麻烦的事。
是啊，老四。
“淑玲，下午你看见四爷了吗？”
“没有啊，四爷不是出宫了吗？”
天，搞不好他还呆在回廊呢。
顾不得多说，丢下淑玲我就跑走了。
一溜烟来到回廊。哦，他走了。还好，还好。
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一颗心落到肚子里。我也走了。
正关门，有人说话了：“怎么？就让爷这样饿着？”
不行了，看到他我就想笑啊。未来的雍正皇帝被我打成了猪头。哇哈哈哈，太有成就感了啦。
被我笑得有点不舒服，他把我拉进去，关上门，恶狠狠地说：“你就让爷在这里又冷又饿？”
“四爷可真会说笑话儿。快到五月了天还会冷吗？”不客气地指出他的口误。“而且你冷或者饿关我什么事？”
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淑玲来了。
“阿颖，我今天把荷包给了四爷了，四爷很高兴呢。”你还说！！要不是你，我怎么会挨打！！！
对着淑玲咬牙切齿。笑闹一阵。不过我没敢说老四拿荷包来找我麻烦的事。
是啊，老四。
“淑玲，下午你看见四爷了吗？”
“没有啊，四爷不是出宫了吗？”
天，搞不好他还呆在回廊呢。
顾不得多说，丢下淑玲我就跑走了。
一溜烟来到回廊。哦，他走了。还好，还好。
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一颗心落到肚子里。我也走了。
正关门，有人说话了：“怎么？就让爷这样饿着？”
不行了，看到他我就想笑啊。未来的雍正皇帝被我打成了猪头。哇哈哈哈，太有成就感了啦。
被我笑得有点不舒服，他把我拉进去，关上门，恶狠狠地说：“你就让爷在这里又冷又饿？”
“四爷可真会说笑话儿。快到五月了天还会冷吗？”不客气地指出他的口误。“而且你冷或者饿关我什么事？”
“那你为何又跑回来？”想让我说为你吗？ Marc Chagall Painting
Monday, October 8, 2007
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小敏——每次进宫探望额娘时，她总是悄悄地跟在自己身后。他走她也走，他停她也停，可当自己回头时，她便像只猫似的飞快地闪躲起来，又会忍不住用她那双小鹿似的眼睛，不停地伸出头来张望。桌上总会摆着自己喜爱的黄山毛峰和金华酥饼；遇到下雨时，屋外总会搁着把碧绿油纸伞；偶尔留宿，床上的被褥也早已更换一新。虽然不能常常见到她，却总能感觉到背后有双眼在看着自己，总觉得她的气息时刻萦绕在身旁。
“送给你。”
小敏一楞，呆呆得看着他手中那束洁白的茉莉花。
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“这是我路过御花园时，亲手采的，它虽然不是很艳丽，却很清新、可爱。”胤褆黝黑的皮肤在阳光下发着金铜色的光芒，“就像你一样。”
见小敏迟迟没有反应，胤褆不觉尴尬道：“我只是借花献佛，若不喜欢，丢了便是。”说着，举手欲弃。
小敏醒悟过来，慌张得一把夺过去，小心翼翼的捧在怀里，抚弄着花瓣。
“喜欢吗？”胤褆顿时心情大好，见她爱不释手的样子不禁问道。
小敏圆溜溜的眸子望着他，用力地点点头。
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小敏——每次进宫探望额娘时，她总是悄悄地跟在自己身后。他走她也走，他停她也停，可当自己回头时，她便像只猫似的飞快地闪躲起来，又会忍不住用她那双小鹿似的眼睛，不停地伸出头来张望。桌上总会摆着自己喜爱的黄山毛峰和金华酥饼；遇到下雨时，屋外总会搁着把碧绿油纸伞；偶尔留宿，床上的被褥也早已更换一新。虽然不能常常见到她，却总能感觉到背后有双眼在看着自己，总觉得她的气息时刻萦绕在身旁。
“送给你。”
小敏一楞，呆呆得看着他手中那束洁白的茉莉花。
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“这是我路过御花园时，亲手采的，它虽然不是很艳丽，却很清新、可爱。”胤褆黝黑的皮肤在阳光下发着金铜色的光芒，“就像你一样。”
见小敏迟迟没有反应，胤褆不觉尴尬道：“我只是借花献佛，若不喜欢，丢了便是。”说着，举手欲弃。
小敏醒悟过来，慌张得一把夺过去，小心翼翼的捧在怀里，抚弄着花瓣。
“喜欢吗？”胤褆顿时心情大好，见她爱不释手的样子不禁问道。
小敏圆溜溜的眸子望着他，用力地点点头。
Marc Chagall Painting
Marc Chagall Painting
Marc Chagall Painting
阴谋对阴谋，诡计对诡计，三年的禁宫生活学到的便是‘见人说话说七分，走路行事看三步’。
“能够在这宫廷中生存下来的人就一定不简单。”这是他说的。当年听了这话，自己对他总会衍生出无限的怜悯。他虽贵为一国诸君，却自幼丧母，庶母虽多，却从未得到过关爱，兄弟姐妹虽众，却无亲密交心之人，放眼下去皆是臣子奴婢。高处不胜寒，随着年纪的增大，原本对他隆宠爱护的父皇渐渐也起了提防戒备之心，年长的兄弟更是而你我诈，钩心斗角。
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“同辇随君侍君侧。”自己也曾发誓要与他共同进退。如今想来，真是可笑。他是谁？大清朝开国以来第一位在立的皇太子，自周岁起便身处于权利政治斗争的漩涡中心，字字璇矶，步步惊心，他的心计又岂会输于别人，而自己的天真无知，终落得抱憾终身。
康熙三十七年，尘芳已在宫中渡过了三年的伴读岁月，转眼间已是位婷婷玉立的豆蔻少女。这日尘芳正在房中调试古琴，一个小宫女进来传报有客到，见胤禩、胤禟、胤礻我鱼贯而入，她不禁奇道：“你们三个什么时候凑到一处了？”
Marc Chagall Painting
阴谋对阴谋，诡计对诡计，三年的禁宫生活学到的便是‘见人说话说七分，走路行事看三步’。
“能够在这宫廷中生存下来的人就一定不简单。”这是他说的。当年听了这话，自己对他总会衍生出无限的怜悯。他虽贵为一国诸君，却自幼丧母，庶母虽多，却从未得到过关爱，兄弟姐妹虽众，却无亲密交心之人，放眼下去皆是臣子奴婢。高处不胜寒，随着年纪的增大，原本对他隆宠爱护的父皇渐渐也起了提防戒备之心，年长的兄弟更是而你我诈，钩心斗角。
Marc Chagall Painting
“同辇随君侍君侧。”自己也曾发誓要与他共同进退。如今想来，真是可笑。他是谁？大清朝开国以来第一位在立的皇太子，自周岁起便身处于权利政治斗争的漩涡中心，字字璇矶，步步惊心，他的心计又岂会输于别人，而自己的天真无知，终落得抱憾终身。
康熙三十七年，尘芳已在宫中渡过了三年的伴读岁月，转眼间已是位婷婷玉立的豆蔻少女。这日尘芳正在房中调试古琴，一个小宫女进来传报有客到，见胤禩、胤禟、胤礻我鱼贯而入，她不禁奇道：“你们三个什么时候凑到一处了？”
Marc Chagall Painting
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Marc Chagall Painting
Marc Chagall Painting
几岁了？”龙飞玉问得很冷酷，决非温柔。
阿璧被这突如其来的问题矇住了，但还是乖乖地回答：“三岁零两个月。”猫咪说过如果有人这样问他，他就要这样回答。
“叫什么名字？”
“阿璧。”这个大坏蛋真的和其他人不一样。
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“那你给我听着，阿璧。古人云，三岁看长。你现在要是不懂点规矩，将来长大了就会一无是处。是什么规矩？第一，要称呼我世子或是大将军，不准说粗话！第二，和本世子说话时不准用剑指着我！第三，本世子用膳时，不准说话！”龙飞玉回想着当年父亲是怎么教训他的。
阿璧在这世上纵横了两年多，谁见了不是宠着、疼着，就算是公正、严厉的掌门爷爷也舍不得说句重话，哪里经得起龙飞玉的训斥。两眼马上就开始凝聚着水汽。
“最后一条，不准哭！男子汉大丈夫，哭什么哭！”龙飞玉拍了一下桌子。
Marc Chagall Painting
几岁了？”龙飞玉问得很冷酷，决非温柔。
阿璧被这突如其来的问题矇住了，但还是乖乖地回答：“三岁零两个月。”猫咪说过如果有人这样问他，他就要这样回答。
“叫什么名字？”
“阿璧。”这个大坏蛋真的和其他人不一样。
Marc Chagall Painting
“那你给我听着，阿璧。古人云，三岁看长。你现在要是不懂点规矩，将来长大了就会一无是处。是什么规矩？第一，要称呼我世子或是大将军，不准说粗话！第二，和本世子说话时不准用剑指着我！第三，本世子用膳时，不准说话！”龙飞玉回想着当年父亲是怎么教训他的。
阿璧在这世上纵横了两年多，谁见了不是宠着、疼着，就算是公正、严厉的掌门爷爷也舍不得说句重话，哪里经得起龙飞玉的训斥。两眼马上就开始凝聚着水汽。
“最后一条，不准哭！男子汉大丈夫，哭什么哭！”龙飞玉拍了一下桌子。
Marc Chagall Painting
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Marc Chagall Painting
Marc Chagall Painting
“玄天宗门下也有些产业，姑娘可在其中安身。”司徒长乐觉得像艳红这样的女子实不该埋没在这烟花之地。
玄天宗当然是个好靠山。但艳红只觉得这小道士太过天真，玄天宗乃是名门正派之首，怎么可能容下她这个艳名远播的妓女。再说她已经决定今后的日子只靠自己，不再让别人来安排自己的去留。
只是这样的机会自己不稀罕，自有别人稀罕，玄天宗容不下一个妓女，应该不会容不下两个孩子吧。
“小道长当真有心，就再多帮两个人可好？”
“啊？应该……应该没问题吧。”司徒长乐心想，帮几个青楼女子从
Marc Chagall Painting
“玄天宗门下也有些产业，姑娘可在其中安身。”司徒长乐觉得像艳红这样的女子实不该埋没在这烟花之地。
玄天宗当然是个好靠山。但艳红只觉得这小道士太过天真，玄天宗乃是名门正派之首，怎么可能容下她这个艳名远播的妓女。再说她已经决定今后的日子只靠自己，不再让别人来安排自己的去留。
只是这样的机会自己不稀罕，自有别人稀罕，玄天宗容不下一个妓女，应该不会容不下两个孩子吧。
“小道长当真有心，就再多帮两个人可好？”
“啊？应该……应该没问题吧。”司徒长乐心想，帮几个青楼女子从
Marc Chagall Painting
“玄天宗门下也有些产业，姑娘可在其中安身。”司徒长乐觉得像艳红这样的女子实不该埋没在这烟花之地。
玄天宗当然是个好靠山。但艳红只觉得这小道士太过天真，玄天宗乃是名门正派之首，怎么可能容下她这个艳名远播的妓女。再说她已经决定今后的日子只靠自己，不再让别人来安排自己的去留。
只是这样的机会自己不稀罕，自有别人稀罕，玄天宗容不下一个妓女，应该不会容不下两个孩子吧。
“小道长当真有心，就再多帮两个人可好？”
“啊？应该……应该没问题吧。”司徒长乐心想，帮几个青楼女子从
Marc Chagall Painting
“玄天宗门下也有些产业，姑娘可在其中安身。”司徒长乐觉得像艳红这样的女子实不该埋没在这烟花之地。
玄天宗当然是个好靠山。但艳红只觉得这小道士太过天真，玄天宗乃是名门正派之首，怎么可能容下她这个艳名远播的妓女。再说她已经决定今后的日子只靠自己，不再让别人来安排自己的去留。
只是这样的机会自己不稀罕，自有别人稀罕，玄天宗容不下一个妓女，应该不会容不下两个孩子吧。
“小道长当真有心，就再多帮两个人可好？”
“啊？应该……应该没问题吧。”司徒长乐心想，帮几个青楼女子从
Marc Chagall Painting
Friday, October 5, 2007
Marc Chagall Painting
Marc Chagall Painting
太后对于我弃皇后之位不顾，颇有微词，但也没多加指责，一直柔声和我说起嘉靖帝小时候的事。
她说：当时她还只是一个嫔，便知道太子小小年纪，学问好，经常被太傅表扬。偶尔见到，他也是一脸无害的笑，客气，有礼貌，丝毫没因为她是嫔而瞧不起她，也没因为她后来得宠而更刻意亲近。直到他登基后找上她，建议她做个太平太后，她才了解，这个皇帝儿子是和他父亲一般英明果断的。
Marc Chagall Painting
我不解，为什么要告诉我这些？
她见我一脸的迷惘，嗔道：“痴儿，女人的幸福，求仁得仁，是为幸福，大致上过得去便算了，细节无谓计较。”
她的口气令我想起与菩萨之前的一面之缘。菩萨的意思，大约也是这般，只是……只是那般的慈悲心肠我不认为太后能比得上。
不计较？我一直都是个斤斤计较的人，不论是在日常行为或是感情上，我最怕吃亏，经常吃亏的人，才能明白那事事处下风的苦。
Marc Chagall Painting
太后对于我弃皇后之位不顾，颇有微词，但也没多加指责，一直柔声和我说起嘉靖帝小时候的事。
她说：当时她还只是一个嫔，便知道太子小小年纪，学问好，经常被太傅表扬。偶尔见到，他也是一脸无害的笑，客气，有礼貌，丝毫没因为她是嫔而瞧不起她，也没因为她后来得宠而更刻意亲近。直到他登基后找上她，建议她做个太平太后，她才了解，这个皇帝儿子是和他父亲一般英明果断的。
Marc Chagall Painting
我不解，为什么要告诉我这些？
她见我一脸的迷惘，嗔道：“痴儿，女人的幸福，求仁得仁，是为幸福，大致上过得去便算了，细节无谓计较。”
她的口气令我想起与菩萨之前的一面之缘。菩萨的意思，大约也是这般，只是……只是那般的慈悲心肠我不认为太后能比得上。
不计较？我一直都是个斤斤计较的人，不论是在日常行为或是感情上，我最怕吃亏，经常吃亏的人，才能明白那事事处下风的苦。
Marc Chagall Painting
Marc Chagall Painting
Marc Chagall Painting
他抚了抚我的头发：“以后咱们就这样好生相处好吗？只要你一直都这般温驯可人，我定当不负你。”温驯可人？呵，又是以你那貌似乖巧的香儿的言行典范吧？正待驳口，转念一想，算了，刚刚才决定要好好过日子的，暂且不与你计较。
却也无心再躺下去，推了推他：“叫人进来伺候着起吧。”
他笑笑又是紧紧地搂搂我，重重地亲了一下，扬声喊道：“谁在外边？爷要起了。”
门被推开了，玉莺玉燕赶了进来，走到床边福了福：“王爷王妃万福，妾身们来服侍二位主子。”
Marc Chagall Painting
我看着她们身后鱼贯而入的拿洗漱用具……和洗浴用具的粗使丫头们，奇道：“怎么是你们？绯红、绿萼呢？你们这么早就起来了？”
玉燕恭敬地回道：“老祖宗的规矩，妾身们是得服侍王爷王妃的，再说奴婢们也是真心实意想要伺候王妃的，还望王妃不要嫌弃奴婢们愚笨。”
我张口结舌地望着翊枫，他笑道：“按规矩来就好了，况且她俩有心，你也就别推辞了。”
我看了看一旁早就放好的热气腾腾的洗澡水：“这……这是你们的意思？”
Marc Chagall Painting
他抚了抚我的头发：“以后咱们就这样好生相处好吗？只要你一直都这般温驯可人，我定当不负你。”温驯可人？呵，又是以你那貌似乖巧的香儿的言行典范吧？正待驳口，转念一想，算了，刚刚才决定要好好过日子的，暂且不与你计较。
却也无心再躺下去，推了推他：“叫人进来伺候着起吧。”
他笑笑又是紧紧地搂搂我，重重地亲了一下，扬声喊道：“谁在外边？爷要起了。”
门被推开了，玉莺玉燕赶了进来，走到床边福了福：“王爷王妃万福，妾身们来服侍二位主子。”
Marc Chagall Painting
我看着她们身后鱼贯而入的拿洗漱用具……和洗浴用具的粗使丫头们，奇道：“怎么是你们？绯红、绿萼呢？你们这么早就起来了？”
玉燕恭敬地回道：“老祖宗的规矩，妾身们是得服侍王爷王妃的，再说奴婢们也是真心实意想要伺候王妃的，还望王妃不要嫌弃奴婢们愚笨。”
我张口结舌地望着翊枫，他笑道：“按规矩来就好了，况且她俩有心，你也就别推辞了。”
我看了看一旁早就放好的热气腾腾的洗澡水：“这……这是你们的意思？”
Marc Chagall Painting
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