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able to pierce the ground at his feet. It cared no more for
Freckles than if he had not been there; for it perched on a low
tree, while a second later it awkwardly hopped to the trunk of a
lightning-riven elm, turned its back, and began searching the blue.
Freckles looked just in time to see a second shadow sweep the grass;
and another bird, a trifle smaller and not quite so brilliant
in the light, slowly sailed down to perch beside the first.
Evidently they were mates, for with a queer, rolling hop the
first-comer shivered his bronze wings, sidled to the new arrival,
and gave her a silly little peck on her wing. Then he coquettishly
drew away and ogled her. He lifted his head, waddled from her a few
steps, awkwardly ambled back, and gave her such a simple sort of
kiss on her beak that Freckles burst into a laugh, but clapped his
hand over his mouth to stifle the sound.
The lover ducked and side-stepped a few feet. He spread his wings
and slowly and softly waved them precisely as if he were fanning
his charmer, which was indeed the result he accomplished. Then a
wave of uncontrollable tenderness moved him so he hobbled to his
bombardment once more. He faced her squarely this time, and turned
his head from side to side with queer little jerks and
indiscriminate peckings at her wings and head, and smirkings that
really should have been irresistible. She yawned and shuffled away
indifferently. Freckles reached up, pulled the quill from his hat,
and looking from it to the birds, nodded in settled conviction.
"So you're me black angels, ye spalpeens! No wonder you didn't
get in! But I'll back you to come closer it than any other birds
ever did. You fly higher than I can see. Have you picked the
Limberlost for a good thing and come to try it? Well, you can be
me chickens if you want to, but I'm blest if you ain't cool for
new ones. Why don't you take this stick for a gun and go skinning
a mile?"
Freckles broke into an unrestrained laugh, for the bird-lover was
keen about his courting, while evidently his mate was diffident.
When he approached too boisterously, she relieved him of a goodly
tuft of feathers and sent him backward in a series of squirmy
little jumps that gave the boy an idea of what had happened up-sky
to send the falling feather across his pathway.
"Score one for the lady! I'll be umpiring this," volunteered Freckles.
With a ravishing swagger, half-lifted wings, and deep, guttural
hissing, the lover approached again. He suddenly lifted his body,
but she coolly rocked forward on the limb, glided gracefully
beneath him, and slowly sailed into the Limberlost. He recovered
himself and gazed after her in astonishment.
Freckles hurried down the trail, shaking with laughter. When he
neared the path to the clearing and saw the Boss sitting motionless
on the mare that was the pride of his heart, the boy broke into a run.
"Oh, Mr. McLean!" he cried. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting very
long! And the sun is getting hot! I have been so slow this morning!
I could have gone faster, only there were that many things to keep
me, and I didn't know you would be here. I'll hurry after this.
I've never had to be giving excuses before. The line wasn't down,
and there wasn't a sign of trouble; it was other things that were
making me late."
McLean, smiling on the boy, immediately noticed the difference
in him. This flushed, panting, talkative lad was not the same
creature who had sought him in despair and bitterness. He watched
in wonder as Freckles mopped the perspiration from his forehead and
began to laugh. Then, forgetting all his customary reserve with
the Boss, the pent-up boyishness in the lad broke forth. With an
eloquence of which he never dreamed he told his story. He talked
with such enthusiasm that McLean never took his eyes from his face
or shifted in the saddle until he described the strange bird-lover,
and then the Boss suddenly bent over the pommel and laughed with
the boy.
Freckles decorated his story with keen appreciation and rare
touches of Irish wit and drollery that made it most interesting as
well as very funny. It was a first attempt at descriptive
narration. With an inborn gift for striking the vital point, a
naturalist's dawning enthusiasm for the wonders of the Limberlost,
and the welling joy of his newly found happiness, he made McLean
see the struggles of the moth and its freshly painted wings, the
dainty, brilliant bird-mates of different colors, the feather
sliding through the clear air, the palpitant throat and batting
eyes of the frog; while his version of the big bird's courtship won
for the Boss the best laugh he had enjoyed for years.
"They're in the middle of a swamp now" said Freckles. "Do you
suppose there is any chance of them staying with me chickens?
If they do, they'll be about the queerest I have; but I tell you, sir,
I am finding some plum good ones. There's a new kind over at the
mouth of the creek that uses its wings like feet and walks on all
fours. It travels like a thrashing machine. There's another, tall
as me waist, with a bill a foot long, a neck near two, not the
thickness of me wrist and an elegant color. He's some blue and
gray, touched up with black, white, and brown. The voice of him is
such that if he'd be going up and standing beside a tree and crying
at it a few times he could be sawing it square off. I don't know
but it would be a good idea to try him on the gang, sir."
McLean laughed. "Those must be blue herons, Freckles," he said.
"And it doesn't seem possible, but your description of the big
black birds sounds like genuine black vultures. They are common
enough in the South. I've seen them numerous around the lumber
camps of Georgia, but I never before heard of any this far north.
They must be strays. You have described perfectly our nearest
equivalent to a branch of these birds called in Europe Pharaoh's
Chickens, but if they are coming to the Limberlost they will have
to drop Pharaoh and become Freckles' Chickens, like the remainder of
the birds; won't they? Or are they too odd and ugly to interest you?"
"Oh, not at all, at all!" cried Freckles, bursting into pure brogue
in his haste. "I don't know as I'd be calling them exactly pretty,
and they do move like a rocking-horse loping, but they are so big
and fearless. They have a fine color for black birds, and their
feet and beaks seem so strong. You never saw anything so keen as
their eyes! And fly? Why, just think, sir, they must be flying
miles straight up, for they were out of sight completely when the
feather fell. I don't suppose I've a chicken in the swamp that can
go as close heaven as those big, black fellows, and then----"
Freckles' voice dragged and he hesitated.
"Then what?" interestedly urged McLean.
"He was loving her so," answered Freckles in a hushed voice. "I
know it looked awful funny, and I laughed and told on him, but if
I'd taken time to think I don't believe I'd have done it. You see,
I've seen such a little bit of loving in me life. You easily can be
understanding that at the Home it was every day the old story of
neglect and desertion. Always people that didn't even care enough
for their children to keep them, so you see, sir, I had to like him
for trying so hard to make her know how he loved her. Of course,
they're only birds, but if they are caring for each other like
that, why, it's just the same as people, ain't it?"
Freckles lifted his brave, steady eyes to the Boss.
"If anybody loved me like that, Mr. McLean, I wouldn't be spending
any time on how they looked or moved. All I'd be thinking of would
be how they felt toward me. If they will stay, I'll be caring as
much for them as any chickens I have. If I did laugh at them I
thought he was just fine!"
The face of McLean was a study; but the honest eyes of the boy were
so compelling that he found himself answering: "You are right,
Freckles. He's a gentleman, isn't he? And the only real chicken
you have. Of course he'll remain! The Limberlost will be paradise
for his family. And now, Freckles, what has been the trouble
all spring? You have done your work as faithfully as anyone could
ask, but I can't help seeing that there is something wrong. Are you
tired of your job?"
"I love it," answered Freckles. "It will almost break me heart when the
gang comes and begins tearing up the swamp and scaring away me chickens."
"Then what is the trouble?" insisted McLean.
"I think, sir, it's been books," answered Freckles. "You see, I
didn't realize it meself until the bullfrog told me this morning.
I hadn't ever even heard about a place like this. Anyway, I wasn't
understanding how it would be, if I had. Being among these
beautiful things every day, I got so anxious like to be knowing and
naming them, that it got to eating into me and went and made me
near sick, when I was well as I could be. Of course, I learned to
read, write, and figure some at school, but there was nothing
there, or in any of the city that I ever got to see, that would
make a fellow even be dreaming of such interesting things as there
are here. I've seen the parks--but good Lord, they ain't even
beginning to be in it with the Limberlost! It's all new and strange
to me. I don't know a thing about any of it. The bullfrog told me
to `find out,' plain as day, and books are the only way; ain't they?"
"Of course," said McLean, astonished at himself for his
heartfelt relief. He had not guessed until that minute what it
would have meant to him to have Freckles give up. "You know
enough to study out what you want yourself, if you have the books;
don't you?"
"I am pretty sure I do," said Freckles. "I learned all I'd the
chance at in the Home, and me schooling was good as far as it went.
Wouldn't let you go past fourteen, you know. I always did me sums
perfect, and loved me history books. I had them almost by heart. I
never could get me grammar to suit them. They said it was just born
in me to go wrong talking, and if it hadn't been I suppose I would
have picked it up from the other children; but I'd the best voice
of any of them in the Home or at school. I could knock them all
out singing. I was always leader in the Home, and once one of the
superintendents gave me carfare and let me go into the city and
sing in a boys' choir. The master said I'd the swatest voice of
them all until it got rough like, and then he made me quit for
awhile, but he said it would be coming back by now, and I'm railly
thinking it is, sir, for I've tried on the line a bit of late and
it seems to go smooth again and lots stronger. That and me chickens
have been all the company I've been having, and it will be all I'll
want if I can have some books and learn the real names of things,
where they come from, and why they do such interesting things. It's
been fretting me more than I knew to be shut up here among all
these wonders and not knowing a thing. I wanted to ask you what
some books would cost me, and if you'd be having the goodness to
get me the right ones. I think I have enough money"
Freckles offered his account-book and the Boss studied it gravely.
"You needn't touch your account, Freckles," he said. "Ten dollars
from this month's pay will provide you everything you need to start on.
I will write a friend in Grand Rapids today to select you the very
best and send them at once."
Freckles' eyes were shining.
"Never owned a book in me life!" he said. "Even me schoolbooks were
never mine. Lord! How I used to wish I could have just one of them
for me very own! Won't it be fun to see me sawbird and me little
yellow fellow looking at me from the pages of a book, and their
real names and all about them printed alongside? How long will it
be taking, sir?"
"Ten days should do it nicely," said McLean. Then, seeing Freckles'
lengthening face, he added: "I'll have Duncan bring you a
ten-bushel store-box the next time he goes to town. He can haul it
to the west entrance and set it up wherever you want it. You can
put in your spare time filling it with the specimens you find until
the books come, and then you can study out what you have. I suspect
you could collect specimens that I could send to naturalists in the
city and sell for you; things like that winged creature, this morning.
I don't know much in that line, but it must have been a moth, and
it might have been rare. I've seen them by the thousand in
museums, and in all nature I don't remember rarer coloring than
their wings. I'll order you a butterfly-net and box and show you
how scientists pin specimens. Possibly you can make a fine
Freckles than if he had not been there; for it perched on a low
tree, while a second later it awkwardly hopped to the trunk of a
lightning-riven elm, turned its back, and began searching the blue.
Freckles looked just in time to see a second shadow sweep the grass;
and another bird, a trifle smaller and not quite so brilliant
in the light, slowly sailed down to perch beside the first.
Evidently they were mates, for with a queer, rolling hop the
first-comer shivered his bronze wings, sidled to the new arrival,
and gave her a silly little peck on her wing. Then he coquettishly
drew away and ogled her. He lifted his head, waddled from her a few
steps, awkwardly ambled back, and gave her such a simple sort of
kiss on her beak that Freckles burst into a laugh, but clapped his
hand over his mouth to stifle the sound.
The lover ducked and side-stepped a few feet. He spread his wings
and slowly and softly waved them precisely as if he were fanning
his charmer, which was indeed the result he accomplished. Then a
wave of uncontrollable tenderness moved him so he hobbled to his
bombardment once more. He faced her squarely this time, and turned
his head from side to side with queer little jerks and
indiscriminate peckings at her wings and head, and smirkings that
really should have been irresistible. She yawned and shuffled away
indifferently. Freckles reached up, pulled the quill from his hat,
and looking from it to the birds, nodded in settled conviction.
"So you're me black angels, ye spalpeens! No wonder you didn't
get in! But I'll back you to come closer it than any other birds
ever did. You fly higher than I can see. Have you picked the
Limberlost for a good thing and come to try it? Well, you can be
me chickens if you want to, but I'm blest if you ain't cool for
new ones. Why don't you take this stick for a gun and go skinning
a mile?"
Freckles broke into an unrestrained laugh, for the bird-lover was
keen about his courting, while evidently his mate was diffident.
When he approached too boisterously, she relieved him of a goodly
tuft of feathers and sent him backward in a series of squirmy
little jumps that gave the boy an idea of what had happened up-sky
to send the falling feather across his pathway.
"Score one for the lady! I'll be umpiring this," volunteered Freckles.
With a ravishing swagger, half-lifted wings, and deep, guttural
hissing, the lover approached again. He suddenly lifted his body,
but she coolly rocked forward on the limb, glided gracefully
beneath him, and slowly sailed into the Limberlost. He recovered
himself and gazed after her in astonishment.
Freckles hurried down the trail, shaking with laughter. When he
neared the path to the clearing and saw the Boss sitting motionless
on the mare that was the pride of his heart, the boy broke into a run.
"Oh, Mr. McLean!" he cried. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting very
long! And the sun is getting hot! I have been so slow this morning!
I could have gone faster, only there were that many things to keep
me, and I didn't know you would be here. I'll hurry after this.
I've never had to be giving excuses before. The line wasn't down,
and there wasn't a sign of trouble; it was other things that were
making me late."
McLean, smiling on the boy, immediately noticed the difference
in him. This flushed, panting, talkative lad was not the same
creature who had sought him in despair and bitterness. He watched
in wonder as Freckles mopped the perspiration from his forehead and
began to laugh. Then, forgetting all his customary reserve with
the Boss, the pent-up boyishness in the lad broke forth. With an
eloquence of which he never dreamed he told his story. He talked
with such enthusiasm that McLean never took his eyes from his face
or shifted in the saddle until he described the strange bird-lover,
and then the Boss suddenly bent over the pommel and laughed with
the boy.
Freckles decorated his story with keen appreciation and rare
touches of Irish wit and drollery that made it most interesting as
well as very funny. It was a first attempt at descriptive
narration. With an inborn gift for striking the vital point, a
naturalist's dawning enthusiasm for the wonders of the Limberlost,
and the welling joy of his newly found happiness, he made McLean
see the struggles of the moth and its freshly painted wings, the
dainty, brilliant bird-mates of different colors, the feather
sliding through the clear air, the palpitant throat and batting
eyes of the frog; while his version of the big bird's courtship won
for the Boss the best laugh he had enjoyed for years.
"They're in the middle of a swamp now" said Freckles. "Do you
suppose there is any chance of them staying with me chickens?
If they do, they'll be about the queerest I have; but I tell you, sir,
I am finding some plum good ones. There's a new kind over at the
mouth of the creek that uses its wings like feet and walks on all
fours. It travels like a thrashing machine. There's another, tall
as me waist, with a bill a foot long, a neck near two, not the
thickness of me wrist and an elegant color. He's some blue and
gray, touched up with black, white, and brown. The voice of him is
such that if he'd be going up and standing beside a tree and crying
at it a few times he could be sawing it square off. I don't know
but it would be a good idea to try him on the gang, sir."
McLean laughed. "Those must be blue herons, Freckles," he said.
"And it doesn't seem possible, but your description of the big
black birds sounds like genuine black vultures. They are common
enough in the South. I've seen them numerous around the lumber
camps of Georgia, but I never before heard of any this far north.
They must be strays. You have described perfectly our nearest
equivalent to a branch of these birds called in Europe Pharaoh's
Chickens, but if they are coming to the Limberlost they will have
to drop Pharaoh and become Freckles' Chickens, like the remainder of
the birds; won't they? Or are they too odd and ugly to interest you?"
"Oh, not at all, at all!" cried Freckles, bursting into pure brogue
in his haste. "I don't know as I'd be calling them exactly pretty,
and they do move like a rocking-horse loping, but they are so big
and fearless. They have a fine color for black birds, and their
feet and beaks seem so strong. You never saw anything so keen as
their eyes! And fly? Why, just think, sir, they must be flying
miles straight up, for they were out of sight completely when the
feather fell. I don't suppose I've a chicken in the swamp that can
go as close heaven as those big, black fellows, and then----"
Freckles' voice dragged and he hesitated.
"Then what?" interestedly urged McLean.
"He was loving her so," answered Freckles in a hushed voice. "I
know it looked awful funny, and I laughed and told on him, but if
I'd taken time to think I don't believe I'd have done it. You see,
I've seen such a little bit of loving in me life. You easily can be
understanding that at the Home it was every day the old story of
neglect and desertion. Always people that didn't even care enough
for their children to keep them, so you see, sir, I had to like him
for trying so hard to make her know how he loved her. Of course,
they're only birds, but if they are caring for each other like
that, why, it's just the same as people, ain't it?"
Freckles lifted his brave, steady eyes to the Boss.
"If anybody loved me like that, Mr. McLean, I wouldn't be spending
any time on how they looked or moved. All I'd be thinking of would
be how they felt toward me. If they will stay, I'll be caring as
much for them as any chickens I have. If I did laugh at them I
thought he was just fine!"
The face of McLean was a study; but the honest eyes of the boy were
so compelling that he found himself answering: "You are right,
Freckles. He's a gentleman, isn't he? And the only real chicken
you have. Of course he'll remain! The Limberlost will be paradise
for his family. And now, Freckles, what has been the trouble
all spring? You have done your work as faithfully as anyone could
ask, but I can't help seeing that there is something wrong. Are you
tired of your job?"
"I love it," answered Freckles. "It will almost break me heart when the
gang comes and begins tearing up the swamp and scaring away me chickens."
"Then what is the trouble?" insisted McLean.
"I think, sir, it's been books," answered Freckles. "You see, I
didn't realize it meself until the bullfrog told me this morning.
I hadn't ever even heard about a place like this. Anyway, I wasn't
understanding how it would be, if I had. Being among these
beautiful things every day, I got so anxious like to be knowing and
naming them, that it got to eating into me and went and made me
near sick, when I was well as I could be. Of course, I learned to
read, write, and figure some at school, but there was nothing
there, or in any of the city that I ever got to see, that would
make a fellow even be dreaming of such interesting things as there
are here. I've seen the parks--but good Lord, they ain't even
beginning to be in it with the Limberlost! It's all new and strange
to me. I don't know a thing about any of it. The bullfrog told me
to `find out,' plain as day, and books are the only way; ain't they?"
"Of course," said McLean, astonished at himself for his
heartfelt relief. He had not guessed until that minute what it
would have meant to him to have Freckles give up. "You know
enough to study out what you want yourself, if you have the books;
don't you?"
"I am pretty sure I do," said Freckles. "I learned all I'd the
chance at in the Home, and me schooling was good as far as it went.
Wouldn't let you go past fourteen, you know. I always did me sums
perfect, and loved me history books. I had them almost by heart. I
never could get me grammar to suit them. They said it was just born
in me to go wrong talking, and if it hadn't been I suppose I would
have picked it up from the other children; but I'd the best voice
of any of them in the Home or at school. I could knock them all
out singing. I was always leader in the Home, and once one of the
superintendents gave me carfare and let me go into the city and
sing in a boys' choir. The master said I'd the swatest voice of
them all until it got rough like, and then he made me quit for
awhile, but he said it would be coming back by now, and I'm railly
thinking it is, sir, for I've tried on the line a bit of late and
it seems to go smooth again and lots stronger. That and me chickens
have been all the company I've been having, and it will be all I'll
want if I can have some books and learn the real names of things,
where they come from, and why they do such interesting things. It's
been fretting me more than I knew to be shut up here among all
these wonders and not knowing a thing. I wanted to ask you what
some books would cost me, and if you'd be having the goodness to
get me the right ones. I think I have enough money"
Freckles offered his account-book and the Boss studied it gravely.
"You needn't touch your account, Freckles," he said. "Ten dollars
from this month's pay will provide you everything you need to start on.
I will write a friend in Grand Rapids today to select you the very
best and send them at once."
Freckles' eyes were shining.
"Never owned a book in me life!" he said. "Even me schoolbooks were
never mine. Lord! How I used to wish I could have just one of them
for me very own! Won't it be fun to see me sawbird and me little
yellow fellow looking at me from the pages of a book, and their
real names and all about them printed alongside? How long will it
be taking, sir?"
"Ten days should do it nicely," said McLean. Then, seeing Freckles'
lengthening face, he added: "I'll have Duncan bring you a
ten-bushel store-box the next time he goes to town. He can haul it
to the west entrance and set it up wherever you want it. You can
put in your spare time filling it with the specimens you find until
the books come, and then you can study out what you have. I suspect
you could collect specimens that I could send to naturalists in the
city and sell for you; things like that winged creature, this morning.
I don't know much in that line, but it must have been a moth, and
it might have been rare. I've seen them by the thousand in
museums, and in all nature I don't remember rarer coloring than
their wings. I'll order you a butterfly-net and box and show you
how scientists pin specimens. Possibly you can make a fine
- pierce [piəs]
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- feather [´feðə] n.羽毛 (初中英语单词)
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- waiting [´weitiŋ] n.等候；伺候 (初中英语单词)
- despair [di´speə] vi.&n.绝望 (初中英语单词)
- forehead [´fɔrid] n.额，前部 (初中英语单词)
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- saddle [´sædl] n.鞍子 v.装鞍(于) (初中英语单词)
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- brilliant [´briliənt] a.灿烂的；杰出的 (初中英语单词)
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- standing [´stændiŋ] n.持续 a.直立的 (初中英语单词)
- description [di´skripʃən] n.描写 (初中英语单词)
- anxious [´æŋkʃəs] a.担忧的；渴望的 (初中英语单词)
- knowing [´nəuiŋ] a.会意的，心照不宣的 (初中英语单词)
- relief [ri´li:f] n.救济；援救；减轻 (初中英语单词)
- goodness [´gudnis] n.优良；美德；精华 (初中英语单词)
- account [ə´kaunt] vi.说明 vt.认为 n.帐目 (初中英语单词)
- wherever [weər´evə] conj.无论在哪里 (初中英语单词)
- winged [´wiŋd] a.有翼的 (初中英语单词)
- bronze [brɔnz] n.青铜(器) (高中英语单词)
- stifle [´staifəl] vt.(使)窒息，闷死 (高中英语单词)
- precisely [pri´saisli] ad.精确地；刻板地 (高中英语单词)
- tenderness [´tendənis] n.娇嫩；柔软；温柔 (高中英语单词)
- hurried [´hʌrid] a.仓促的，慌忙的 (高中英语单词)
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- appreciation [ə,pri:ʃi´eiʃən] n.评价；感激 (高中英语单词)
- finding [´faindiŋ] n.发现物；判断；结果 (高中英语单词)
- elegant [´eligənt] a.文雅的；优美的 (高中英语单词)
- genuine [´dʒenjuin] a.真正的；真诚的 (高中英语单词)
- georgia [´dʒɔ:dʒjə] n.乔治亚 (高中英语单词)
- perfectly [´pə:fiktli] ad.理想地；完美地 (高中英语单词)
- remainder [ri´meində] n.剩余物；残余部分 (高中英语单词)
- fearless [´fiələs] a.不怕的，无畏的 (高中英语单词)
- loving [´lʌviŋ] a.爱的，有爱情的 (高中英语单词)
- faithfully [´feiθfəli] ad.忠实地；诚恳地 (高中英语单词)
- seeing [si:iŋ] see的现在分词 n.视觉 (高中英语单词)
- learned [´lə:nid] a.有学问的，博学的 (高中英语单词)
- studied [´stʌdid] a.故意的；有计划的 (高中英语单词)
- alongside [əlɔŋ´said] ad.在旁 prep.横靠 (高中英语单词)
- awkwardly [´ɔ:kwədli] a.笨拙地；棘手地 (英语四级单词)
- accomplished [ə´kʌmpliʃt] a.完成了的；熟练的 (英语四级单词)
- squarely [´skwɛəli] ad.成方形地；正直地 (英语四级单词)
- irresistible [,iri´zistəbəl] a.不可抵抗的 (英语四级单词)
- coolly [´ku:li] ad.冷(静地)，沉着地 (英语四级单词)
- clearing [´kliəriŋ] n.(森林中的)空旷地 (英语四级单词)
- freshly [´freʃli] ad.新近，刚才 (英语四级单词)
- version [´və:ʃən, ´və:rʒən] n.翻译；说明；译本 (英语四级单词)
- trying [´traiiŋ] a.难堪的；费劲的 (英语四级单词)
- courtship [´kɔ:tʃip] n.求爱(时期) (英语六级单词)
- calling [´kɔ:liŋ] n.点名；职业；欲望 (英语六级单词)
- desertion [di´zə:ʃən] n.离开，遗弃；潜逃 (英语六级单词)
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 (英语六级单词)
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