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And then she told him - or rather tried to tell him - what the lodger was like. Mrs. Bunting was no hand at talking, but one thing she did impress on her husband's mind, namely, that Mr. Sleuth was eccentric, as so many clever people are eccentric - that is, in a harmless way - and that he must be humoured.
"He says he doesn't want to be waited on much," she said at last wiping her eyes, "but I can see he will want a good bit of looking after, all the same, poor gentleman."
And just as the words left her mouth there came the unfamiliar sound of a loud ring. It was that of the drawing-room bell being pulled again and again.
Bunting looked at his wife eagerly. "I think I'd better go up, eh, Ellen?" he said. He felt quite anxious to see their new lodger. For the matter of that, it would be a relief to be doing something again.
"Yes," she answered, "you go up! Don't keep him waiting! I wonder what it is he wants? I said I'd let him know when his supper was ready."

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I told you we had met before," said Miss Marple to Lucy. "Sir Henry Clithering is his godfather - a very old friend of mine."
"Would you like to hear, Miss Eyelesbarrow, what my godfather said about her - the first time we met? He described her as just the finest detective God ever made - natural genius cultivated in a suitable soil. He told me never to despise the" – Dermot Craddock paused for a moment to seek for a synonym for “old pussies" – “– er – elderly ladies. He said they could usually tell you what might have happened, what ought to have happened, and even what actually did happen! And," he said, "they can tell you why it happened, he added, that this particular - er - elderly lady - was at the top of the class."
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Well!" said Lucy. "That seems to be a testimonial all right."
Miss Marple was pink and confused and looked unusually dithery.
"Dear Sir Henry," she murmured. "Always so kind. Really I'm not at all clever - just, perhaps, a slight knowledge of human nature - living, you know, in a village –"
She added, with more composure:
"Of course, I am somewhat handicapped, by not actually being on the spot. It is so helpful, I always feel, when people remind you of other people - because types are alike everywhere and that is such a valuable guide."
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Lucy took Miss Marple home. On her way back a figure stepped out of darkness and stood in the glare of the headlights just as she was about to turn into the back lane. He held up his hand and Lucy recognised Alfred Crackenthorpe.
"That's better," he observed, as he got in. "Brrr, it's cold! I fancied I'd like a nice bracing walk. I didn't. Taken the old lady home all right?"
"Yes. She enjoyed herself very much."
"One could see that. Funny what a taste old ladies have for any kind of society, however dull. And, really, nothing could be duller than Rutherford Hall. Two days here is about as much as I can stand. How do you manage to stick it out, Lucy? Don't mind if I call you Lucy, do you?"
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Not at all. I don't find it dull. Of course with me it's not a permanency."
"I've been watching you - you're a smart girl, Lucy. Too smart to waste yourself cooking and cleaning."
"Thank you, but I prefer cooking and cleaning to the office desk."
"So would I. But there are other ways of living. You could be a freelance."
"I am."
"Not this way. I mean, working for yourself, pitting your wits against –"
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Lucy took Miss Marple home. On her way back a figure stepped out of darkness and stood in the glare of the headlights just as she was about to turn into the back lane. He held up his hand and Lucy recognised Alfred Crackenthorpe.
"That's better," he observed, as he got in. "Brrr, it's cold! I fancied I'd like a nice bracing walk. I didn't. Taken the old lady home all right?"
"Yes. She enjoyed herself very much."
"One could see that. Funny what a taste old ladies have for any kind of society, however dull. And, really, nothing could be duller than Rutherford Hall. Two days here is about as much as I can stand. How do you manage to stick it out, Lucy? Don't mind if I call you Lucy, do you?"
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Not at all. I don't find it dull. Of course with me it's not a permanency."
"I've been watching you - you're a smart girl, Lucy. Too smart to waste yourself cooking and cleaning."
"Thank you, but I prefer cooking and cleaning to the office desk."
"So would I. But there are other ways of living. You could be a freelance."
"I am."
"Not this way. I mean, working for yourself, pitting your wits against –"
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When we heard the familiar step and the brisk rat-tat，I rose and wentalong to the box.There were four or five letters，I remember.The last one Ilooked at was addressed in printed characters. "Poirot，"I cried......My voice died away. "It has come?Open it，Hastings.Quickly.Every moment may be needed.Wemust make our plans." I tore open the letter (Poirot for once did not reproach me withuntidiness)and extracted the printed sheet. "Read it，"said Poirot. I read aloud: Poor Mr Poirot，-Not so good at these little criminal matters as youthought yourself，are you?Rather past your prime，perhaps?Let us see if youcan do any better this time.This time it's an easy one.Churston on the30th.Do try and do something about it!It's a bit dull having it all my wonway，you know!
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Good hunting.Ever yours，A B C "Churston，"I said，jumping to our owncopy of an A B C."Let's see where it is." "Hastings，"Poirot's voice came sharply and interrupted me."When wasthat letter written?Is there a date on it?" I glanced at the letter in my hand. "Written on the 27th，"I announced. "Did I hear you aright，Hastings?Did he give the date of the murder asthe 30th?" "That's right.Let me see，that's-""Bon Dieu，Hastings-do you notrealise?Today is the 30th." His eloquent hand pointed to the calendar on the wall.I caught up thedaily paper to confirm it. "But why-how-"I stammered.
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Poirot did not reply. Mr Cust said: "Everyone's had has been against me-always." "Even when you were a child?" Mr Cust seemed to consider. "No-no-not exactly then.My mother was very fond of me.But she wasambitious-terribly ambitious.That's why she gave me those ridiculousnames.She had some absurd idea that I'd cut a figure in the world.She wasalways urging me to assert myself-talking about will-power......sayinganyone could be master of his fate......she said I could do anything!" He was silent for a minute.
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"She was quite wrong，of course.I realized that myself quite soon.Iwasn't the sort of person to get on in life.I was always doing foolishthings-making myself look ridiculous.And I was timid-afraid of people.I hada bad time at school-the boys found out my Christian names-they used totease me about them......I did very badly at school-in games and work andeverything." He shook his head. "Just as well poor mother died.She'd have been disappointed......Evenwhen I was at the Commercial College I was stupid-it took me longer to learntyping and shorthand than anyone else.And yet I didn't feel stupid-if youknow what I mean."
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But the Scarecrow said, "We cannot fly, that is certain. Neither can we climb down into this great ditch. Therefore, if we cannot jump over it, we must stop where we are."
"I think I could jump over it," said the Cowardly Lion, after measuring the distance carefully in his mind.
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"Then we are all right," answered the Scarecrow, "for you can carry us all over on your back, one at a time."
"Well, I'll try it," said the Lion. "Who will go first?"
"I will," declared the Scarecrow, "for, if you found that you could not jump over the gulf, Dorothy would be
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The judge meditated, during an ominous pause, then turned to the woman, with question:
"What dost thou hold this property to be worth?"
The woman courtesied and replied:
"Three shillings and eightpence, your worship-I could not abate a penny and set forth the value honestly."
The justice glanced around uncomfortably upon the crowd, then nodded to the constable and said
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And, somehow, that little speech of hers amused her father so much that he quite cheered up. Bunting had been very dull and quiet all that afternoon.
"It won't take me ten minutes to make myself respectable again," said the young man rather ruefully.
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His host and hostess, looking at him eagerly, furtively, both came to the conclusion that he had been unsuccessful - that he had failed, that is, in getting any information worth having. And though, in a sense, they all had a pleasant tea together, there was an air of constraint, even of discomfort, over the little party.
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During the afternoon Bunting bought papers recklessly - in fact, he must have spent the best part of six-pence. But in spite of all the supposed and suggested clues, there was nothing - nothing at all new to read, less, in fact than ever before.
The police, it was clear, were quite at a loss, and Mrs. Bunting began to feel curiously better, less tired, less ill, less - less terrified than she had felt through the morning.
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And then something happened which broke with dramatic suddenness the quietude of the day.
They had had their tea, and Bunting was reading the last of the papers he had run out to buy, when suddenly there came a loud, thundering, double knock at the door.
Mrs. Bunting looked up, startled. "Why, whoever can that be?" she said.
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Those Parisians who flocked to the Assize Court at Versailles, to be present at the trial of what was known as the "Mystery of The Yellow Room," will certainly remember the terrible crush at the Saint-Lazare station. The ordinary trains were so full that special trains had to be made up. The article in the "Epoque" had so excited the populace that discussion was rife everywhere even to the verge of blows.
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Partisans of Rouletabille fought with the supporters of Frederic Larsan. Curiously enough the excitement was due less to the fact that an innocent man was in danger of a wrongful conviction than to the interest taken in their own ideas as to the Mystery of The Yellow Room. Each had his explanation to which each held fast. Those who explained the crime on Frederic Larsan's theory would not admit that there could be any doubt as to the perspicacity of the popular detective.
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"I hold my breath. I mount the ladder. I am on the uppermost rung of it, and with my left hand seize hold of the window-sill. In this moment of approaching success, I feel my heart beating wildly. I put my revolver between my teeth. A quick spring, and I shall be on the window-ledge.
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teeth. A quick spring, and I shall be on the window-ledge. But - the ladder! I had been obliged to press on it heavily, and my foot had scarcely left it, when I felt it swaying beneath me. It grated on the wall and fell. But, already, my knees were touching the window-sill, and, by a movement quick as lightning, I got on to it.
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opened the trap, grabbed the Marionette by the collar, and carried him to the house as if he were a puppy. When he reached the yard in front of the house, he flung him to the ground, put a foot on his neck, and said to him roughly: "It is late now and it's time for bed. Tomorrow we'll settle matters. In the meantime, since my watchdog died today, you may take his place and guard my henhouse."
No sooner said than done. He slipped a dog collar around Pinocchio's neck and tightened it so that it would not come off. A long iron chain was tied to the collar. The other end of the chain was nailed to the wall.
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tonight it should happen to rain," said the Farmer, "you can sleep in that little doghouse near-by, where you will find plenty of straw for a soft bed. It has been Melampo's bed for three years, and it will be good enough for you. And if, by any chance, any thieves should come, be sure to bark!"
After this last warning, the Farmer went into the house and closed the door and barred it.
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Rouletabille went back into the laboratory, closed the shutters of the two windows and the door of the vestibule.
When we were in complete darkness, he lit a wax vesta, and asked Daddy Jacques to move to the middle of the chamber with it to the place where the night-light was burning that night.
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Daddy Jacques who was in his stockings - he usually left his sabots in the vestibule - entered The Yellow Room with his bit of a vesta. We vaguely distinguished objects overthrown on the floor, a bed in one corner, and, in front of us, to the left, the gleam of a looking-glass hanging on the wall, near to the bed.
"That will do! - you may now open the blinds," said Rouletabille.
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心里有一点点的慌乱，我并非未经人事，但是却不想就此失陷。
“十四爷，你醉了。”唉，交际花真难当，又不能让人占便宜，又要绑着恩客，这个度还真是不好把握啊。
他笑着，靠在我身上。好重啊，看着他好像瘦啦啦的，想不到。
”来人啊。“怎么没人呢？那我送他回房？羊入虎口啊。
扶他坐下，哼，才不给你机会呢。
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“唱支歌给我听。”笑咪咪地拉我坐在他膝上，对着我的耳朵他细细地说。
“那你让我起来，这样子太难为情了。”
“不要，我什么也不做，就这样抱着你，好不好？”我使劲挣扎，可惜力气太小。他的双手紧紧揽住我，脸上虽是笑着，可笑容却很苦涩。
“你怎么这样啊，要抱抱你未婚妻去。”很难受你知道吗？又坐不稳。
“你放心。”他轻轻吻着我的面颊。“你在吃醋吗？我真高兴。这就是你送我的寿礼吧。”
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胤禟轻拧着她的鼻尖，笑道：“不如咱们再疯一次吧！”说着，便拉着她跑了出去。
此刻已是夜幕降临，胤禟载着尘芳策马来到午门，下了马，便拉着她一路小跑，沿途的侍卫、宫女、太监，忙不迭地下跪请安。到了太和门，过了金水桥，疏通了值夜的侍卫，来到一阻蓝色琉璃瓦覆盖的围墙下，原来是到了皇穹宇殿门前的‘回音壁’。
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尘芳顿时明白了，两人相视一笑，各自向东西配殿跑去，约莫分开百丈远，方停了下来。胤禟贴墙而立，看见尘芳也已将脸贴在墙上，便向墙面说了两句。声波沿着墙壁连续折射前进，传到了尘芳的耳内。
“梅儿，我们永不分离，生生世世都要在一起！”
尘芳眼中一热，临墙低语。
“山无棱，天地合，乃敢与君绝！”
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“谁是我主子了！”剑柔吐着大气道：“我的主子只有格格一个人，其余的都是旁人。”
“你呀你！忘了当初格格给咱们改名字的时候怎么说来着。她说你性格耿直，脾气火暴，如出鞘之利剑，既伤人也伤己，希望你能刚柔并济。可我看你莫说是收敛，怎倒更乖张了！”绵凝直摇头。
“谁让那个庶福晋找茬来着。”剑柔仍不解气道：“适才索性和她拼了，我没脸，她也别想好过。”
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“谁是我主子了！”剑柔吐着大气道：“我的主子只有格格一个人，其余的都是旁人。”
“你呀你！忘了当初格格给咱们改名字的时候怎么说来着。她说你性格耿直，脾气火暴，如出鞘之利剑，既伤人也伤己，希望你能刚柔并济。可我看你莫说是收敛，怎倒更乖张了！”绵凝直摇头。
“谁让那个庶福晋找茬来着。”剑柔仍不解气道：“适才索性和她拼了，我没脸，她也别想好过。”
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“哈哈……哈哈！”金多多狂笑不已，笑得连怀里的灰毛都抱不住，连人带猫扑倒在床上，灰毛不高兴地发出一声呜咽，跳下床走了。
“你……你居然敢戏弄本世子！”龙飞玉不敢相信刚才那个微凉的东西不是金多多的樱唇，而是那只肥猫的鼻子！他宁愿是这个女人的鼻子！他讨厌猫！
“哈哈！”金多多终于坐直了身子，但还是捂着肚子，“你刚才那样……哈哈，就像是被坏人欺负的小媳妇……还视死如归呢……哈哈！”
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龙飞玉强忍着怒气，如果他现在能动，他一定会扑上去咬住她那漂亮的脖颈。可现在……他回想着父亲传授的制敌之策：越是慌张，就越是合了对手的心意；越是镇定，对手就越是猜不到自己的心意。
“你到底想怎样？最好痛快些。”龙飞玉终于回复了大将军的威严，虽然是躺在床上。
金多多终于止住了笑，老虎病得再重还是只老虎，摸一摸可以，但决不能当猫玩弄。
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艳红又是一愣，她原以为少年认出她是妓女，因而担心自己的贞洁，却没想到少年竟是在担心会伤害到她，甚至用自残的方法来让自己清醒。
再低头一看，少年已经因为媚药的折腾以及腿伤而昏过去了，艳红当下做出了决定。
司徒长乐做了一个梦，梦的前半段是火一般燃烧的感觉，后半段却又像是一桶冷水浇在头上的感觉，而后是孟小姐媚笑着出现在面前，伸手脱他的衣衫，他想阻止，却浑身软绵绵的，无法挣扎，也不能出声。眼看就要被脱光了，他一急，竟醒转过来。
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睁开眼，司徒长乐打量着这张陌生的床，鸳鸯戏水的桃红被面，蝶恋花暗纹的红色纱帐，华丽中弥漫着一丝淫荡，自己身上的衣衫也没了踪影。难道昨晚的梦是真的？
司徒长乐一惊之下坐起身来，牵动了右腿的伤势，一阵疼痛让他彻底清醒，想起了昨晚发生的一切。
司徒长乐今年十六岁，是玄天宗上任掌门人灵空子的关门弟子。去年灵空子圆寂，司徒长乐遵循师训守孝一年后下山游历。
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太后认真说道：“孩子，一切都是命，来，咱们倒是要好生看看，他们到底要怎样。”逃避不是办法，再说现在也不是逃避的时候。我点点头，泪眼婆娑地看着大殿上发生的一切。
屋子里几百人，除了我们几个主角，旁人再无半点声音。或许是情况太过复杂，然而……然而一切我不想听却也挡不住的阵阵声音——翊枫胜券在握的笑声，西域舞娘那令人酥软的媚笑及殿外传来的隐约杀伐声——声声入耳。
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嘉靖帝却是一声不吭只是盯着我，有怜惜，有温柔，更有坚定的爱意，我倔犟地别过头去不看他。
这般关键时刻他还只顾着女人，情势紧急，难道他真的想当一个下岗皇帝？我恨我自己，这种时刻还为他着想。
外边的乱兵终于杀了进来，领头的俨然是辅恩将军朱茂兴和兵部尚书葛存忠。后面还跟着兵部侍郎刘扬刘大人。看着众人一副趾高气扬、胜券在握的逼宫样子，他终于叹了口气，恢复以往的冷面君王形象：“
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