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“啊,这可没法,”猫说,“我们这儿全都是疯的,我是疯的,你也是疯的。” “你怎么知道我是疯的?”爱丽丝问。 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?' `To begin with,' said the Cat, `a dog's not mad. You grant that?' `I suppose so,' said Alice. `Well, then,' the Cat went on, `you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.' `I call it purring, not growling,' said Alice. `Call it what you like,' said the Cat. `Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?' `I should like it very much,' said Alice, `but I haven't been invited yet.' `You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and vanished. Article/201101/124300

Writer Zora Neale Hurston told About African-American Life in the SouthWritten by Cynthia Kirk (THEME)VOICE ONE:I’m Mary Tillotson.VOICE TWO:And I’m Steve Ember with the VOA Special English program PEOPLE IN AMERICA. Today, we tell about writer Zora Neale Hurston. She was one of the most recognized black women writers. She wrote seven books and more than one hundred short stories, plays and articles for magazines. (THEME)VOICE ONE:Zora Neale Hurston was born in eighteen ninety-one in Notasulga, Alabama. A short time later, her family moved to Eatonville, a small town in central Florida. All of the people of Eatonville were African-American. The town shaped Hurston’s life and her writing. As a child, she would listen closely to the stories told by the adults in the town. Several of her books take place in communities very similar to Eatonville. The people she wrote about in her books are very similar to people she knew there. Zora was born at a time of racial tensions between blacks and whites in the southern ed States. But she never felt angry about being black. In her stories, she described Eatonville as a place where black Americans could live as they pleased.Zora Neale Hurston was known for her ability to tell a story. Storytelling is an important part of many cultural traditions. African-American storytelling is a strong family tradition that dates back hundreds of years. It is a way for people to establish their identities in often unfriendly areas as they struggle to hold their communities together.(MUSIC)VOICE TWO:Zora Neale Hurston was the fifth of eight children. Zora’s mother was a schoolteacher. Her father was a builder and a church preacher. He also became the mayor of Eatonville. Zora’s mother died in nineteen-oh-four, when Zora was thirteen years old. Her mother’s death severely affected Zora’s life. She was rejected by her father and his second wife. Zora was forced to take care of herself. She left Eatonville and moved north when she was fourteen years old. She worked for a traveling theater company. She also worked as a maid, cleaning the homes of white people. One of her employers recognized Zora’s abilities. She made it possible for her to attend high school in Baltimore, Maryland.Zora was twenty-six years old when she began high school. But she said she was only sixteen. Throughout her life, she often said she was younger than she really was.VOICE ONE:In nineteen eighteen, Zora Neale Hurston attended Howard University in Washington, D.C. She studied with Alain Locke. He was a professor of philosophy and an expert on black culture. She earned money by working as a maid and doing other work. Hurston published her first short stories at Howard University. Her stories were about black folklore and life in Eatonville. She won prizes for her writings that were published in newspapers and magazines. The early nineteen twenties marked the beginning of Zora Neale Hurston’s life as a writer. (MUSIC)VOICE TWO:In nineteen twenty-five, Hurston traveled to New York City. This was during the period known as the Harlem Renaissance. Harlem is a famous area in New York. The Harlem Renaissance was a period in which black artists explored their culture and showed pride in their race. This was expressed in literature, music and other art forms. Hurston and her stories about Eatonville became important during the Harlem Renaissance. She met other young black writers of the time, such as poet Langston Hughes. Hurston became the first black student to attend Barnard College in New York. She studied with anthropologist Franz Boas. She became interested in anthropology -- the study of the origin, development and actions of humans. Boas recognized Hurston’s storytelling ability and deep interest in the black culture of the South. He urged her to do more research there. VOICE ONE:Hurston received financial support for most of her research from a wealthy woman in New York named Charlotte Osgood Mason. During the next several years, Hurston traveled in Florida and the Caribbean to collect and write stories about what she saw. She learned about the traditions of the people she met. She spoke with men and women, young and old, collecting their stories in their own words. She wanted to keep the language exactly as they told it. Many of the stories were like those she had heard as a child.VOICE TWO:In nineteen thirty-six, Hurston traveled to Jamaica and Haiti with a financial award from the Guggenheim Foundation. The Caribbean people accepted her as one of them. They spoke with her freely, even about religious traditions. In Haiti, she learned a great deal about the voodoo religion. Hurston published two important collections of stories based on her research. They were “Mules and Men” and “Tell My Horse.” Both examined the voodoo religion. Article/200803/30123

Tina was going back to school for her third master’s degree. She was a Special Education teacher, but she couldn’t take her job anymore, so she had quit. The kids were out of control. There were too many of them in one classroom for her to manage effectively. The school administration ignored her pleas to add teacher assistants. They ignored her complaints that some of the kids were simply little monsters. They were discipline problems that other teachers had shunted off to Special Education.The administration didn’t even respond to her complaint that one oversized young student had pushed her down one day onto the floor. Tina wanted to call the police, but the school principal talked her out of it with promises to improve things. Two weeks later, not one promise had been fulfilled.Tina angrily visited the principal, who told her that if she didn’t have the patience to wait for things to improve, maybe she wasn’t cut out to be a teacher.“How dare you! The issue is not whether I’m cut out to be a teacher,” she angrily replied. “I am a teacher, and a damn good one. But no teacher can get along forever with inadequate supplies, with overcrowded classrooms, with students who are dumped into her class, and with students who attack her. And especially,” she growled, “with idiots like you in charge who continually ignore the needs of Special Education students and teachers.” Article/201104/131649

  Sara Smith, a Pasadena resident, went shopping. She is 30, and has lived at 3037 N. Foothill Street since 1992. Sara has been married to John for seven years. They have two children; Bob is five years old and Nancy is three. Sara owns a 1995 four-door blue Toyola. At 9 a.m., Sara got into her car and drove to Barget, a department store a mile away.Barget was having a holiday sale. Sara bought a four-slice toaster for .95 plus tax. The regular price was .95. She paid by check. On her way home, Sara stopped at MilkPlus to buy a gallon of nonfat milk. The milk was .50. Sara got 50 cents back in change.Sara arrived home at 10 a.m. John and the kids were still sleeping. She woke them up and then made a hot and nutritious breakfast for everyone. Article/201106/139875

  “彬格莱先生,”伊丽莎白说,“你这样谦虚,真叫人家本来要责备你也不好意思责备了。”;Your humility, Mr. Bingley, ; said Elizabeth, ;must disarm reproof. ;;Nothing is more deceitful, ; said Darcy, ;than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast. ;;And which of the two do you call MY little recent piece of modesty?;;The indirect boast; for you are really proud of your defects in writing, because you consider them as proceeding from a rapidity of thought and carelessness of execution, which, if not estimable, you think at least highly interesting. The power of doing anything with quickness is always prized much by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance. When you told Mrs. Bennet this morning that if you ever resolved upon quitting Netherfield you should be gone in five minutes, you meant it to be a sort of panegyric, of compliment to yourself--and yet what is there so very laudable in a precipitance which must leave very necessary business undone, and can be of no real advantage to yourself or anyone else?;;Nay, ; cried Bingley, ;this is too much, to remember at night all the foolish things that were said in the morning. And yet, upon my honour, I believe what I said of myself to be true, and I believe it at this moment. At least, therefore, I did not assume the character of needless precipitance merely to show off before the ladies. ;;I dare say you believed it; but I am by no means convinced that you would be gone with such celerity. Your conduct would be quite as dependent on chance as that of any man I know; and if, as you were mounting your horse, a friend were to say, #39;Bingley, you had better stay till next week, #39; you would probably do it, you would probably not go--and at another word, might stay a month. ;;You have only proved by this, ; cried Elizabeth, ;that Mr. Bingley did not do justice to his own disposition. You have shown him off now much more than he did himself. ;;I am exceedingly gratified, ; said Bingley, ;by your converting what my friend says into a compliment on the sweetness of my temper. But I am afraid you are giving it a turn which that gentleman did by no means intend; for he would certainly think better of me, if under such a circumstance I were to give a flat denial, and ride off as fast as I could. ;;Would Mr. Darcy then consider the rashness of your original intentions as atoned for by your obstinacy in adhering to it?;;Upon my word, I cannot exactly explain the matter; Darcy must speak for himself. ;;You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged. Allowing the case, however, to stand according to your representation, you must remember, Miss Bennet, that the friend who is supposed to desire his return to the house, and the delay of his plan, has merely desired it, asked it without offering one argument in favour of its propriety. ; Article/201106/142496。

  Residents of southern California are trying to get used to skyrocketing prices for gasoline. The average price for 87 octane economy gas is .22, almost 30 percent higher today than it was 12 months ago. The lowest gas price in the Southland right now is .09 a gallon at the Seashell station in Arcadia. The station manager, Everett, said the reason his gas is cheaper than elsewhere is that he bought a lot of gas two years ago at reduced prices, so he is passing his savings on to his customers. The lines at the Seashell station often run 10 to 20 vehicles long. The police have been here several times because cars block traffic on Horsetrail Drive. Everett said, “I tell people in line that the Barco station a block away is only .14, but they’d rather wait and save 5 cents. It's OK with me, of course. I don't mind making money.” A young man pumping gas said he had waited in line for 20 minutes. When asked why he didn't go a block away where there were no lines, he said, “Every penny counts. When I bought this ’99 Bummer, gas was only a gallon, which was pretty cheap. So, even though I only get eight miles per gallon, I wasn't paying that much to fill my tank. But today's prices are killing me. I drive to work, and I drive to the grocery store. That's it. I used to drive around the neighborhood just to show off my wheels, but I can’t do that any more.” Article/201106/141681

  《哈克贝里·费恩历险记》第5章:第4节 相关专题:· 有声读物-安徒生童话故事·有声读物-浪漫满屋· 新概念优美背诵短文50篇 Article/200809/47309Simon, a college grad, always pointed out the errors in his brother Brevyn's emails. "When are you going to stop confusing 'its' with 'it's'?" he often asked. Brevyn, a high school grad, said that nobody ever noticed anyway.Brevyn knew that Simon was “book smart,” but he didn't think Simon was very “street smart.” Years ago, Simon had bought stereo speakers from a street vendor. When he arrived home, he called Brevyn over to help him set up the speakers. Simon was excited because he had gotten the speakers at half price. The brand new speaker boxes said Panasonic, Model No. A-682ST, Made in Japan, etc.But Simon was disappointed and angry when he discovered that the boxes contained only old magazines. Brevyn was amused. “Did you get a receipt?” Brevyn asked. “Did you ask the guy about his return policy? Did he tell you where his 'store' is going to be tomorrow?”Brevyn visited Simon to show him the new tires he had just put on his Honda Accord. While they were talking in Simon's living room, Simon showed Brevyn an air pump he had recently purchased. “If your new tires ever go low, you can pump them up super-fast with this. It pumps air into the tire on the downstroke and the upstroke.”Brevyn said, “You must be kidding. I’ve never heard of a pump that pumps air on the upstroke.” Brevyn tried out the pump. “There’s no air coming out of here on the upstroke,” he told Simon.“Of course there is. Read the label on the pump.”Brevyn the label. “Ha! Listen to this: ‘High volume air flow on both up and down strokes.’ The air ‘flows,’ all right, but it flows in on the upstroke, not out. The label writer tricked you, Mr. English Major. What have you got to say for yourself?”"Let’s go outside," Simon said. "Maybe I can find a small nail in one of your new tires." Article/201108/147318爱丽丝就寻找逃走的路,而且还想不被人发现的逃开。这时,她注意到天空出现了一个怪东西,起初她惊奇极了,看了一两分钟后,她判断出这是一个笑容,并对自己说:“这是柴郡猫,现在我可有人说话了。” Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not as yet had any dispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might happen any minute, `and then,' thought she, `what would become of me? They're dfully fond of beheading people here; the great wonder is, that there's any one left alive!' She was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering whether she could get away without being seen, when she noticed a curious appearance in the air: it puzzled her very much at first, but, after watching it a minute or two, she made it out to be a grin, and she said to herself `It's the Cheshire Cat: now I shall have somebody to talk to.' `How are you getting on?' said the Cat, as soon as there was mouth enough for it to speak with. Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. `It's no use speaking to it,' she thought, `till its ears have come, or at least one of them.' In another minute the whole head appeared, and then Alice put down her flamingo, and began an account of the game, feeling very glad she had someone to listen to her. The Cat seemed to think that there was enough of it now in sight, and no more of it appeared. Article/201103/127160

  有声名著之吸血鬼 Chapter16吸血鬼Dracula英语原版下载 相关名著:有声名著之查泰莱夫人的情人有声名著之简爱有声名著之呼啸山庄有声名著之傲慢与偏见有声名著之儿子与情人有声名著之红与黑有声名著之歌剧魅影有声名著之了不起的盖茨比有声名著之远大前程有声名著之巴斯史维尔猎犬 Article/200809/49678Great Writers: Flannery O'Connor Told of Small-Town Life in the SouthWritten by Richard Thorman (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:I'm Shirley Griffith. VOICE TWO:And I'm Ray Freeman with the VOA Special English program, People in America. Today, we tell about writer Flannery O’Connor. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE: Flannery O'Connor Late in her life someone asked the American writer Flannery O’Connor why she wrote. She said, "Because I am good at it. "She was good. Yet, she was not always as good a writer as she became. She improved because she listened to others. She changed her stories. She re-wrote them, then re-wrote them again, always working to improve what she was creating. Flannery had always wanted to be a writer. After she graduated from Georgia State College for women, she asked to be accepted at a writing program at the State University of Iowa. The head of the school found it difficult to understand her southern speech. He asked her to write what she wanted. Then he asked to see some examples of her work. He saw immediately that the writing was full of imagination and bright with knowledge, like Flannery O’Connor herself. VOICE TWO:Mary Flannery O’Connor was born March twenty-fifth, nineteen twenty-five, in the southern city of Savannah, Georgia. The year she was born, her father developed a rare disease called lupus. He died of the disease in nineteen forty-one. By that time the family was living in the small southern town of Milledgeville, Georgia, in a house owned by Flannery's mother. Life in a small town in the American South was what O’Connor knew best. Yet she said, "If you know who you are, you can go anywhere. "VOICE ONE:Many people in the town of Milledgeville thought she was different from other girls. She was kind to everyone, but she seemed to stand to one side of what was happening, as if she wanted to see it better. Her mother was her example. Her mother said, "I was brought up to be nice to everyone and not to tell my business to anyone. "Flannery also did not talk about herself. But in her writing a silent and distant anger explodes from the quiet surface of her stories. Some see her as a Roman Catholic religious writer. They see her anger as the search to save her moral being through her belief in Jesus Christ. Others do not deny her Roman Catholic religious beliefs. Yet they see her not writing about things, but presenting the things themselves. VOICE TWO:When she left the writing program at Iowa State University she was invited to join a group of writers at the Yaddo writers' colony. Yaddo is at Saratoga Springs in New York state. It provides a small group of writers with a home and a place to work for a short time. The following year, nineteen forty-nine, she moved to New York City. She soon left the city and lived with her friend Robert Fitzgerald and his family in the northeastern state of Connecticut. Fitzgerald says O’Connor needed to be alone to work during the day. And she needed her friends to talk to when her work was done. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:While writing her first novel, “Wise Blood”, she was stricken with the disease, lupus, that had killed her father. The treatment for lupus weakened her. She moved back to Georgia and lived the rest of her life with her mother on a farm outside Milledgeville. O’Connor was still able to write, travel, and give speeches. “Wise Blood” appeared in nineteen fifty-two. Both it and O’Connor's second novel, “The Violent Bear it Away,” are about a young man growing up. In both books the young men are unwilling to accept the work they were most fit to do. Like all of Flannery O’Connor's writing, the book is filled with humor, even when her meaning is serious. It shows the mix of a traditional world with a modern world. It also shows a battle of ideas expressed in the simple, country talk that O’Connor knew very well. VOICE TWO:In “Wise Blood”, a young man, Hazel Motes, leaves the Army but finds his home town empty. He flees to a city, looking for "a place to be.” On the train, he announces that he does not believe in Jesus Christ. He says, "I wouldn't even if he existed. Even if he was on this train. "His moving to the city is an attempt to move away from the natural world and become a thing, a machine. He decides that all he can know is what he can touch and see. In the end, however, he destroys his physical sight so that he may truly see, because he says that when he had eyes he was blind. Critics say his action seems to show that he is no longer willing to deny the existence of Jesus but now is willing to follow him into the dark. The novel received high praise from critics. It did not become popular with the public, however. VOICE ONE: O’Connor's second novel, “The Violent Bear it Away,” was published in nineteen sixty. Like “Wise Blood,” it is a story about a young man learning to deal with life. The book opens with the young man, Francis Marion Tarwater, refusing to do the two things his grandfather had ordered him to do. These are to bury the old man deep in the ground, and to bring religion to his uncle's mentally sick child. Instead, Tarwater burns the house where his grandfather died and lets the mentally sick child drown during a religious ceremony. VOICE TWO:Critics say Tarwater's violence comes from his attempt to find truth by denying religion. In the end, however, he accepts that he has been touched by a deeper force, the force of the word of God, and he must accept that word.Both of O’Connor's novels explore the long moment of fear when a young man must choose between the difficulties of growing up and the safe world of a child. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:Flannery O’Connor is at least as well known for her stories as for her novels. Her first book of stories, “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” appeared in nineteen fifty-five. In it she deals with many of the ideas she wrote about in “Wise Blood,” such as the search for Jesus Christ. In many of the stories there is a conflict between the world of the spirit and the world of the body. In the story, "The Life You Save May Be Your Own," a traveling workman with only one arm comes to a farm. He claims to be more concerned with things of the spirit than with objects. VOICE TWO:The woman who owns the farm offers to let him marry her deaf daughter. He finally agrees when the mother gives him the farm, her car, and seventeen dollars for the wedding trip. He says, "Lady, a man is divided into two parts, body and spirit. . . The body, lady, is like a house: it don't go anywhere; but the spirit, lady, is like a automobile, always on the move. . . "He marries the daughter and drives off with her. When they stop to eat, the man leaves her and drives off toward the city. On the way he stops and gives a ride to a wandering boy. We learn that when the one-armed man was a child, his mother left him. Critics say that when he helps the boy, he is helping himself. VOICE ONE:In nineteen sixty-four, O’Connor was operated on for a stomach disease. One result of this operation was the return of lupus, the disease that killed her father. On August third, nineteen sixty-four, Flannery O’Connor died.She was thirty-nine years old. Near the end of her life she said, "I'm a born Catholic, and death has always been brother to my imagination."VOICE TWO:The next year, in nineteen sixty-five, her final collection of stories, “Everything That Rises Must Converge,” appeared. In it she speaks of the cruelty of disease and the deeper cruelty that exists between parents and children. In these stories, grown children are in a struggle with parents they neither love nor leave. Many of the children feel guilty about hating the mothers who, the children feel, have destroyed them through love. The children want to rebel violently, but they fear losing their mothers' protection. In nineteen seventy-one, O’Connor's “Collected Stories” was published. The book contains most of what she wrote. It has all the stories of her earlier collections. It also has early versions of both novels that were first published as stories. And it has parts of an uncompleted novel and an unpublished story. In nineteen seventy-two this last book won the American book industry's highest prize, The National Book Award. As one critic noted, Flannery O’Connor did not live long, but she lived deeply, and wrote beautifully. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:This Special English program was written by Richard Thorman. I'm Shirley Griffith.VOICE TWO:And I'm Ray Freeman. Join us again next week for another People in America program on the Voice of America. Article/200803/29211

  I love parties. They are always so much fun. I can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon or evening than going to a party. You meet people, eat delicious food, and have lots of fun. I've always loved parties. I remember the birthday parties I had as a child. Such wonderful memories. I also remember the first parties I went to as a teenager – all night parties where we danced and chatted until morning. I've lost count of the number of parties I've been to. Dinner parties, beach parties, New Year's Eve parties, birthday parties… the list goes on. One party I'd really like to go to is the Queen's garden party. Of course this is in England. If you go to this party, it means you've done something special in life. All I have to do now is think of something special to do! Article/201106/141836

  靠近花园门口有一棵大玫瑰树,花是白色的,三个园丁正忙着把白花染红。爱丽丝觉得很奇怪,走过去想看看。当她正朝他们走过去的时候,其中一个人说:“小心点,老五!别这样把颜料溅到我身上。” A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up to them she heard one of them say, `Look out now, Five! Don't go splashing paint over me like that!' `I couldn't help it,' said Five, in a sulky tone; `Seven jogged my elbow.' On which Seven looked up and said, `That's right, Five! Always lay the blame on others!' `YOU'D better not talk!' said Five. `I heard the Queen say only yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!' `What for?' said the one who had spoken first. `That's none of YOUR business, Two!' said Seven. `Yes, it IS his business!' said Five, `and I'll tell him--it was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.' Article/201102/126374。

  ;I am sure, ; said she, ;I cried for two days together when Colonel Miller#39;s regiment went away. I thought I should have broken my heart. ;她说:;我一点儿没记错,当初米勒上校那一团人调走的时候,我整整哭了两天。我简直似碎了。;;I am sure I shall break MINE, ; said Lydia.;我相信我的心是一定要碎的,;丽迪雅说。;If one could but go to Brighton!; observed Mrs. Bennet.;要是我们能上白利屯去,那多么好!;班纳特太太说。;Oh, yes!--if one could but go to Brighton! But papa is so disagreeable. ;;对啊;;如果能上白利屯去多么好!可是爸爸偏偏要作对。;;A little sea-bathing would set me up forever. ;;洗一洗海水浴就会使我一辈子身体健康。;;And my aunt Phillips is sure it would do ME a great deal of good, ; added Kitty.;腓力普姨母也说,海水浴一定会对我的身体大有好处。;吉蒂接着说。Such were the kind of lamentations resounding perpetually through Longbourn House. Elizabeth tried to be diverted by them; but all sense of pleasure was lost in shame. She felt anew the justice of Mr. Darcy#39;s objections; and never had she been so much disposed to pardon his interference in the views of his friend.浪搏恩这家人家的两位,就是这样没完没结地长吁短叹。伊丽莎白想把她们笑话一番,可是羞耻心打消了她一切的情趣。她重新又想到达西先生的确没有冤枉她们,他指出她们的那些缺陷确是事实,她深深感觉到,实在难怪他要干涉他朋友和吉英的好事。1.break one#39;s heart 令人伤心, 使人痛心Please don#39;t cry, sweetheart, you break my heart.请别哭,心肝,你这样我的心都碎了。 2.set up 使振奋A hot drink will soon set you up.你喝杯热饮料马上就精神了。3.do sb. a great deal of good 对某人有很大好处An airing would do me a great deal of good出去透透空气,一定会使我精神爽快得多。 Article/201201/167008

  PART TWO - GOING TO SCHOOL?CHAPTER TWOGoing to School?One morning in the middle of January, Bessie told me a visitor wanted to see me. Who could it be? When I entered the breakfast-room I saw a tall, thin man dressed all in black. He had a cold face like a [-----1-----]."This is the little girl I wrote to you about," said Mrs. Reed to the stranger."Well, Jane Eyre," said the stranger, "are you a good child?"It was impossible to say yes, with Mrs. Reed sitting there, so I was silent."No, she is a terrible child, Mr. Brocklehurst," said Mrs. Reed, shaking her head."I'm sorry to hear that," the answered. "Come here, Jane Eyre, and answer my questions. Where do bad people go after death?""They go to Hell," I answered."And how will you keep away from Hell?" he asked."I must keep in good health, and not die," I said after a moment."Wrong! Another question: Do you enjoy ing the Bible?""Yes, sometimes," I said slowly."That's not enough. Your answers show me you have a [-----2-----] heart. You must pray to God, if you ever want to go to heaven.""Mr. Brocklehurst," said Mrs. Reed, "I told you in my letter that this little girl is very bad inside. If you accept her at Lowood School, please make sure that the teachers know how bad she is. She will try to lie to them, of course. You see, Jane, you cannot try your [-----3-----] on Mr. Brocklehurst."Vocabulary FocusMr. Brocklehurst:是简爱要去的学校的所有者,是一个戴着慈善面具的伪君子。填空 :1.stone2.wicked3.tricksArticle/200903/65690

  有声名著之简爱Jene Eyer Chapter17 相关名著:查泰莱夫人的情人呼啸山庄 Article/200809/47254

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