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would be open.
To the left he had discovered a queer natural arrangement of the
trees, that grew to giant size and were set in a gradually
narrowing space so that a long, open vista stretched away until
lost in the dim recesses of the swamp. A little trimming of
underbush, rolling of dead logs, levelling of floor and carpeting
with moss, made it easy to understand why Freckles had named this
the "cathedral"; yet he never had been taught that "the groves were
God's first temples."
On either side of the trees that constituted the first arch of this
dim vista of the swamp he planted ferns that grew waist-high thus
early in the season, and so skilfully the work had been done that
not a frond drooped because of the change. Opposite, he cleared a
space and made a flower bed. He filled one end with every delicate,
lacy vine and fern he could transplantsuccessfully. The body of
the bed was a riot of color. Here he set growing dainty
blue-eyed-Marys and blue-eyed grass side by side. He planted
harebells; violets, blue, white, and yellow; wild geranium,
cardinal-flower, columbine, pink snake's mouth, buttercups, painted
trilliums, and orchis. Here were blood-root, moccasin-flower,
hepatica, pitcher-plant, Jack-in-the-pulpit, and every other flower
of the Limberlost that was in bloom or bore a bud presaging a
flower. Every day saw the addition of new specimens. The place
would have driven a botanist wild with envy.
On the line side he left the bushes thick for concealment, entering
by a narrow path he and Duncan had cleared in setting up the case.
He called this the front door, though he used every precaution to
hide it. He built rustic seats between several of the trees,
leveled the floor, and thicklycarpeted it with rank, heavy,
woolly-dog moss. Around the case he planted wild clematis,
bittersweet, and wild-grapevines, and trained them over it until it
was almost covered. Every day he planted new flowers, cut back
rough bushes, and coaxed out graceful ones. His pride in his room
was very great, but he had no idea how surprisingly beautiful it
would appear to anyone who had not witnessed its growth and construction.
This morning Freckles walked straight to his case, unlocked it, and
set his apparatus and dinner inside. He planted a new specimen he
had found close the trail, and, bringing his old scrap-bucket from
the corner in which it was hidden, from a near-by pool he dipped
water to pour over his carpet and flowers.
Then he took out the bird book, settled comfortably on a bench, and
with a deep sigh of satisfaction turned to the section headed. "V."
Past "veery" and "vireo" he went, down the line until his finger,
trembling with eagerness, stopped at "vulture."
"`Great black California vulture,'" he read.
"Humph! This side the Rockies will do for us."
"`Common turkey-buzzard.'"
"Well, we ain't hunting common turkeys. McLean said chickens, and
what he says goes."
"`Black vulture of the South.'"
"Here we are arrived at once."
Freckles' finger followed the line, and he read scraps aloud.
"`Common in the South. Sometimes called Jim Crow. Nearest
equivalent to C-a-t-h-a-r-t-e-s A-t-r-a-t-a.'"
"How the divil am I ever to learn them corkin' big words by mesel'?"
"`--the Pharaoh's Chickens of European species. Sometimes stray
north as far as Virginia and Kentucky----'"
"And sometimes farther," interpolated Freckles, "'cos I got them
right here in Indiana so like these pictures I can just see me big
chicken bobbing up to get his ears boxed. Hey?"
"`Light-blue eggs'----"
"Golly! I got to be seeing them!"
"`--big as a common turkey's, but shaped like a hen's, heavily
splotched with chocolate----'"
"Caramels, I suppose. And----"
"`--in hollow logs or stumps.'"
"Oh, hagginy! Wasn't I barking up the wrong tree, though? Ought to
been looking close the ground all this time. Now it's all to do
over, and I suspect the sooner I start the sooner I'll be likely to
find them."
Freckles put away his book, dampened the smudge-fire, without which
the mosquitoes made the swamp almost unbearable, took his cudgel
and lunch, and went to the line. He sat on a log, ate at
dinner-time and drank his last drop of water. The heat of June was
growing intense. Even on the west of the swamp, where one had full
benefit of the breeze from the upland, it was beginning to be
unpleasant in the middle of the day.
He brushed the crumbs from his knees and sat resting awhile and
watching the sky to see if his big chicken were hanging up there.
But he came to the earth abruptly, for there were steps coming down
the trail that were neither McLean's nor Duncan's--and there never
had been others. Freckles' heart leaped hotly. He ran a quick hand
over his belt to feel if his revolver and hatchet were there,
caught up his cudgel and laid it across his knees--then sat quietly,
waiting. Was it Black Jack, or someone even worse? Forced to do
something to brace his nerves, he puckered his stiffening lips and
began whistling a tune he had led in his clear tenor every year of
his life at the Home Christmas exercises.
"Who comes this way, so blithe and gay,
Upon a merry Christmas day?"
His quick Irish wit roused to the ridiculousness of it until he
broke into a laugh that steadied him amazingly.
Through the bushes he caught a glimpse of the oncoming figure. His
heart flooded with joy, for it was a man from the gang. Wessner had
been his bunk-mate the night he came down the corduroy. He knew him
as well as any of McLean's men. This was no timber-thief. No doubt
the Boss had sent him with a message. Freckles sprang up and called
cheerily, a warm welcome on his face.
"Well, it's good telling if you're glad to see me," said Wessner,
with something very like a breath of relief. "We been hearing down
at the camp you were so mighty touchy you didn't allow a man within
a rod of the line."
"No more do I," answered Freckles, "if he's a stranger, but you're
from McLean, ain't you?"
"Oh, damn McLean!" said Wessner.
Freckles gripped the cudgel until his knuckles slowly turned purple.
"And are you railly saying so?" he inquired with elaborate politeness.
"Yes, I am," said Wessner. "So would every man of the gang if they
wasn't too big cowards to say anything, unless maybe that other
slobbering old Scotchman, Duncan. Grinding the lives out of us!
Working us like dogs, and paying us starvation wages, while he
rolls up his millions and lives like a prince!"
Green lights began to play through the gray of Freckles' eyes.
"Wessner," he said impressively, "you'd make a fine pattern for the
father of liars! Every man on that gang is strong and hilthy, paid
all he earns, and treated with the courtesy of a gentleman! As for
the Boss living like a prince, he shares fare with you every day of
your lives!"
Wessner was not a born diplomat, but he saw he was on the wrong
tack, so he tried another.
"How would you like to make a good big pile of money, without even
lifting your hand?" he asked.
"Humph!" said Freckles. "Have you been up to Chicago and cornered
wheat, and are you offering me a friendly tip on the invistment of
me fortune?"
Wessner came close.
"Freckles, old fellow," he said, "if you let me give you a pointer,
I can put you on to making a cool five hundred without stepping out
of your tracks."
Freckles drew back.
"You needn't be afraid of speaking up," he said. "There isn't a
soul in the Limberlost save the birds and the beasts, unless some
of your sort's come along and's crowding the privileges of the
legal tinints."
"None of my friends along," said Wessner. "Nobody knew I came but
Black, I--I mean a friend of mine. If you want to hear sense and
act with reason, he can see you later, but it ain't necessary. We
can make all the plans needed. The trick's so dead small and easy."
"Must be if you have the engineering of it," said Freckles. But he
heard, with a sigh of relief, that they were alone.
Wessner was impervious. "You just bet it is! Why, only think,
Freckles, slavin' away at a measly little thirty dollars a month,
and here is a chance to clear five hundred in a day! You surely
won't be the fool to miss it!"
"And how was you proposing for me to stale it?" inquired Freckles.
"Or am I just to find it laying in me path beside the line?"
"That's it, Freckles," blustered the Dutchman, "you're just to
find it. You needn't do a thing. You needn't know a thing.
You name a morning when you will walk up the west side of the
swamp and then turn round and walk back down the same side again
and the money is yours. Couldn't anything be easier than that,
could it?"
"Depinds entirely on the man," said Freckles. The lilt of a lark
hanging above the swale beside them was not sweeter than the
sweetness of his voice. "To some it would seem to come aisy as
breathing; and to some, wringin' the last drop of their heart's
blood couldn't force thim! I'm not the man that goes into a scheme
like that with the blindfold over me eyes, for, you see, it manes
to break trust with the Boss; and I've served him faithful as I knew.
You'll have to be making the thing very clear to me understanding."
"It's so dead easy," repeated Wessner, "it makes me tired of the
simpleness of it. You see there's a few trees in the swamp that's
real gold mines. There's three especial. Two are back in, but one's
square on the line. Why, your pottering old Scotch fool of a Boss
nailed the wire to it with his own hands! He never noticed where
the bark had been peeled, or saw what it was. If you will stay on
this side of the trail just one day we can have it cut, loaded, and
ready to drive out at night. Next morning you can find it, report,
and be the busiest man in the search for us. We know where to fix
it all safe and easy. Then McLean has a bet up with a couple of
the gang that there can't be a raw stump found in the Limberlost.
There's plenty of witnesses to swear to it, and I know three that will.
There's a cool thousand, and this tree is worth all of that, raw.
Say, it's a gold mine, I tell you, and just five hundred of it
is yours. There's no danger on earth to you, for you've got McLean
that bamboozled you could sell out the whole swamp and he'd never
mistrust you. What do you say?"
Freckles' soul was satisfied. "Is that all?" he asked.
"No, it ain't," said Wessner. "If you really want to brace up and
be a man and go into the thing for keeps, you can make five times
that in a week. My friend knows a dozen others we could get out in
a few days, and all you'd have to do would be to keep out of sight.
Then you could take your money and skip some night, and begin life
like a gentleman somewhere else. What do you think about it?"
Freckles purred like a kitten.
"'Twould be a rare joke on the Boss," he said, "to be stalin' from
him the very thing he's trusted me to guard, and be getting me wages
all winter throwed in free. And you're making the pay awful high.
Me to be getting five hundred for such a simple little thing as that.
You're trating me most royal indade! It's away beyond all I'd
be expecting. Sivinteen cints would be a big price for that job.
It must be looked into thorough. Just you wait here until I do
a minute's turn in the swamp, and then I'll be eschorting you out
of the clearing and giving you the answer."
Freckles lifted the overhanging bushes and hurried to the case.
He unslung the specimen-box and laid it inside with his hatchet
and revolver. He slipped the key in his pocket and went back
to Wessner.
"Now for the answer," he said. "Stand up!"
There was iron in his voice, and he was commanding as an
outraged general. "Anything, you want to be taking off?"
To the left he had discovered a queer natural arrangement of the
trees, that grew to giant size and were set in a gradually
narrowing space so that a long, open vista stretched away until
lost in the dim recesses of the swamp. A little trimming of
underbush, rolling of dead logs, levelling of floor and carpeting
with moss, made it easy to understand why Freckles had named this
the "cathedral"; yet he never had been taught that "the groves were
God's first temples."
On either side of the trees that constituted the first arch of this
dim vista of the swamp he planted ferns that grew waist-high thus
early in the season, and so skilfully the work had been done that
not a frond drooped because of the change. Opposite, he cleared a
space and made a flower bed. He filled one end with every delicate,
lacy vine and fern he could transplantsuccessfully. The body of
the bed was a riot of color. Here he set growing dainty
blue-eyed-Marys and blue-eyed grass side by side. He planted
harebells; violets, blue, white, and yellow; wild geranium,
cardinal-flower, columbine, pink snake's mouth, buttercups, painted
trilliums, and orchis. Here were blood-root, moccasin-flower,
hepatica, pitcher-plant, Jack-in-the-pulpit, and every other flower
of the Limberlost that was in bloom or bore a bud presaging a
flower. Every day saw the addition of new specimens. The place
would have driven a botanist wild with envy.
On the line side he left the bushes thick for concealment, entering
by a narrow path he and Duncan had cleared in setting up the case.
He called this the front door, though he used every precaution to
hide it. He built rustic seats between several of the trees,
leveled the floor, and thicklycarpeted it with rank, heavy,
woolly-dog moss. Around the case he planted wild clematis,
bittersweet, and wild-grapevines, and trained them over it until it
was almost covered. Every day he planted new flowers, cut back
rough bushes, and coaxed out graceful ones. His pride in his room
was very great, but he had no idea how surprisingly beautiful it
would appear to anyone who had not witnessed its growth and construction.
This morning Freckles walked straight to his case, unlocked it, and
set his apparatus and dinner inside. He planted a new specimen he
had found close the trail, and, bringing his old scrap-bucket from
the corner in which it was hidden, from a near-by pool he dipped
water to pour over his carpet and flowers.
Then he took out the bird book, settled comfortably on a bench, and
with a deep sigh of satisfaction turned to the section headed. "V."
Past "veery" and "vireo" he went, down the line until his finger,
trembling with eagerness, stopped at "vulture."
"`Great black California vulture,'" he read.
"Humph! This side the Rockies will do for us."
"`Common turkey-buzzard.'"
"Well, we ain't hunting common turkeys. McLean said chickens, and
what he says goes."
"`Black vulture of the South.'"
"Here we are arrived at once."
Freckles' finger followed the line, and he read scraps aloud.
"`Common in the South. Sometimes called Jim Crow. Nearest
equivalent to C-a-t-h-a-r-t-e-s A-t-r-a-t-a.'"
"How the divil am I ever to learn them corkin' big words by mesel'?"
"`--the Pharaoh's Chickens of European species. Sometimes stray
north as far as Virginia and Kentucky----'"
"And sometimes farther," interpolated Freckles, "'cos I got them
right here in Indiana so like these pictures I can just see me big
chicken bobbing up to get his ears boxed. Hey?"
"`Light-blue eggs'----"
"Golly! I got to be seeing them!"
"`--big as a common turkey's, but shaped like a hen's, heavily
splotched with chocolate----'"
"Caramels, I suppose. And----"
"`--in hollow logs or stumps.'"
"Oh, hagginy! Wasn't I barking up the wrong tree, though? Ought to
been looking close the ground all this time. Now it's all to do
over, and I suspect the sooner I start the sooner I'll be likely to
find them."
Freckles put away his book, dampened the smudge-fire, without which
the mosquitoes made the swamp almost unbearable, took his cudgel
and lunch, and went to the line. He sat on a log, ate at
dinner-time and drank his last drop of water. The heat of June was
growing intense. Even on the west of the swamp, where one had full
benefit of the breeze from the upland, it was beginning to be
unpleasant in the middle of the day.
He brushed the crumbs from his knees and sat resting awhile and
watching the sky to see if his big chicken were hanging up there.
But he came to the earth abruptly, for there were steps coming down
the trail that were neither McLean's nor Duncan's--and there never
had been others. Freckles' heart leaped hotly. He ran a quick hand
over his belt to feel if his revolver and hatchet were there,
caught up his cudgel and laid it across his knees--then sat quietly,
waiting. Was it Black Jack, or someone even worse? Forced to do
something to brace his nerves, he puckered his stiffening lips and
began whistling a tune he had led in his clear tenor every year of
his life at the Home Christmas exercises.
"Who comes this way, so blithe and gay,
Upon a merry Christmas day?"
His quick Irish wit roused to the ridiculousness of it until he
broke into a laugh that steadied him amazingly.
Through the bushes he caught a glimpse of the oncoming figure. His
heart flooded with joy, for it was a man from the gang. Wessner had
been his bunk-mate the night he came down the corduroy. He knew him
as well as any of McLean's men. This was no timber-thief. No doubt
the Boss had sent him with a message. Freckles sprang up and called
cheerily, a warm welcome on his face.
"Well, it's good telling if you're glad to see me," said Wessner,
with something very like a breath of relief. "We been hearing down
at the camp you were so mighty touchy you didn't allow a man within
a rod of the line."
"No more do I," answered Freckles, "if he's a stranger, but you're
from McLean, ain't you?"
"Oh, damn McLean!" said Wessner.
Freckles gripped the cudgel until his knuckles slowly turned purple.
"And are you railly saying so?" he inquired with elaborate politeness.
"Yes, I am," said Wessner. "So would every man of the gang if they
wasn't too big cowards to say anything, unless maybe that other
slobbering old Scotchman, Duncan. Grinding the lives out of us!
Working us like dogs, and paying us starvation wages, while he
rolls up his millions and lives like a prince!"
Green lights began to play through the gray of Freckles' eyes.
"Wessner," he said impressively, "you'd make a fine pattern for the
father of liars! Every man on that gang is strong and hilthy, paid
all he earns, and treated with the courtesy of a gentleman! As for
the Boss living like a prince, he shares fare with you every day of
your lives!"
Wessner was not a born diplomat, but he saw he was on the wrong
tack, so he tried another.
"How would you like to make a good big pile of money, without even
lifting your hand?" he asked.
"Humph!" said Freckles. "Have you been up to Chicago and cornered
wheat, and are you offering me a friendly tip on the invistment of
me fortune?"
Wessner came close.
"Freckles, old fellow," he said, "if you let me give you a pointer,
I can put you on to making a cool five hundred without stepping out
of your tracks."
Freckles drew back.
"You needn't be afraid of speaking up," he said. "There isn't a
soul in the Limberlost save the birds and the beasts, unless some
of your sort's come along and's crowding the privileges of the
legal tinints."
"None of my friends along," said Wessner. "Nobody knew I came but
Black, I--I mean a friend of mine. If you want to hear sense and
act with reason, he can see you later, but it ain't necessary. We
can make all the plans needed. The trick's so dead small and easy."
"Must be if you have the engineering of it," said Freckles. But he
heard, with a sigh of relief, that they were alone.
Wessner was impervious. "You just bet it is! Why, only think,
Freckles, slavin' away at a measly little thirty dollars a month,
and here is a chance to clear five hundred in a day! You surely
won't be the fool to miss it!"
"And how was you proposing for me to stale it?" inquired Freckles.
"Or am I just to find it laying in me path beside the line?"
"That's it, Freckles," blustered the Dutchman, "you're just to
find it. You needn't do a thing. You needn't know a thing.
You name a morning when you will walk up the west side of the
swamp and then turn round and walk back down the same side again
and the money is yours. Couldn't anything be easier than that,
could it?"
"Depinds entirely on the man," said Freckles. The lilt of a lark
hanging above the swale beside them was not sweeter than the
sweetness of his voice. "To some it would seem to come aisy as
breathing; and to some, wringin' the last drop of their heart's
blood couldn't force thim! I'm not the man that goes into a scheme
like that with the blindfold over me eyes, for, you see, it manes
to break trust with the Boss; and I've served him faithful as I knew.
You'll have to be making the thing very clear to me understanding."
"It's so dead easy," repeated Wessner, "it makes me tired of the
simpleness of it. You see there's a few trees in the swamp that's
real gold mines. There's three especial. Two are back in, but one's
square on the line. Why, your pottering old Scotch fool of a Boss
nailed the wire to it with his own hands! He never noticed where
the bark had been peeled, or saw what it was. If you will stay on
this side of the trail just one day we can have it cut, loaded, and
ready to drive out at night. Next morning you can find it, report,
and be the busiest man in the search for us. We know where to fix
it all safe and easy. Then McLean has a bet up with a couple of
the gang that there can't be a raw stump found in the Limberlost.
There's plenty of witnesses to swear to it, and I know three that will.
There's a cool thousand, and this tree is worth all of that, raw.
Say, it's a gold mine, I tell you, and just five hundred of it
is yours. There's no danger on earth to you, for you've got McLean
that bamboozled you could sell out the whole swamp and he'd never
mistrust you. What do you say?"
Freckles' soul was satisfied. "Is that all?" he asked.
"No, it ain't," said Wessner. "If you really want to brace up and
be a man and go into the thing for keeps, you can make five times
that in a week. My friend knows a dozen others we could get out in
a few days, and all you'd have to do would be to keep out of sight.
Then you could take your money and skip some night, and begin life
like a gentleman somewhere else. What do you think about it?"
Freckles purred like a kitten.
"'Twould be a rare joke on the Boss," he said, "to be stalin' from
him the very thing he's trusted me to guard, and be getting me wages
all winter throwed in free. And you're making the pay awful high.
Me to be getting five hundred for such a simple little thing as that.
You're trating me most royal indade! It's away beyond all I'd
be expecting. Sivinteen cints would be a big price for that job.
It must be looked into thorough. Just you wait here until I do
a minute's turn in the swamp, and then I'll be eschorting you out
of the clearing and giving you the answer."
Freckles lifted the overhanging bushes and hurried to the case.
He unslung the specimen-box and laid it inside with his hatchet
and revolver. He slipped the key in his pocket and went back
to Wessner.
"Now for the answer," he said. "Stand up!"
There was iron in his voice, and he was commanding as an
outraged general. "Anything, you want to be taking off?"
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- california [,kæli´fɔ:njə] n.加利福尼亚 (初中英语单词)
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- virginia [və´dʒinjə] n.佛吉尼亚(州) (初中英语单词)
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- sprang [spræŋ] spring 的过去式 (初中英语单词)
- welcome [´welkəm] a.受欢迎的；可喜的 (初中英语单词)
- breath [breθ] n.呼吸；气息 (初中英语单词)
- relief [ri´li:f] n.救济；援救；减轻 (初中英语单词)
- elaborate [i´læbərət, -reit] a.精心设计的 (初中英语单词)
- prince [´prins] n.王子；亲王；君主 (初中英语单词)
- faithful [´feiθfəl] a.忠实的；可靠的 (初中英语单词)
- successfully [sək´sesfəli] ad.成功地 (高中英语单词)
- precaution [pri´kɔ:ʃən] n.预防 vt.预先警告 (高中英语单词)
- rustic [´rʌstik] a.田野的；质朴的 (高中英语单词)
- thickly [´θikli] ad.厚厚地；密密地 (高中英语单词)
- apparatus [,æpə´reitəs] n.仪器；装置 (高中英语单词)
- specimen [´spesimən] n.标本，样品；抽样 (高中英语单词)
- near-by [´niə-bai] a.附近的 ad.在附近 (高中英语单词)
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- eagerness [´i:gənis] n.渴望；热忱 (高中英语单词)
- species [´spi:ʃi:z] n.(生物的)种，类 (高中英语单词)
- indiana [,indi´ænə] n.印第安纳(州) (高中英语单词)
- seeing [si:iŋ] see的现在分词 n.视觉 (高中英语单词)
- intense [in´tens] a.强烈的；紧张的 (高中英语单词)
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- mighty [´maiti] a.强有力的 ad.很 (高中英语单词)
- saying [´seiŋ, ´sei-iŋ] n.言语；言论；格言 (高中英语单词)
- courtesy [´kə:tisi] n.礼貌；殷勤；好意 (高中英语单词)
- offering [´ɔfəriŋ] n.提供；礼物；捐献 (高中英语单词)
- engineering [,endʒi´niəriŋ] n.工程技术；工程学 (高中英语单词)
- repeated [ri´pi:tid] a.反复的；重复的 (高中英语单词)
- scotch [skɔtʃ] vt.&n.刻痕(于)；划伤 (高中英语单词)
- thorough [´θʌrə] a.彻底的；详尽的 (高中英语单词)
- hurried [´hʌrid] a.仓促的，慌忙的 (高中英语单词)
- setting [´setiŋ] n.安装；排字；布景 (英语四级单词)
- revolver [ri´vɔlvə] n.左轮手枪；旋转者 (英语四级单词)
- hatchet [´hætʃit] n.短柄小斧 (英语四级单词)
- starvation [stɑ:´veiʃən] n.饥饿；饿死 (英语四级单词)
- chicago [ʃi´kɑ:gəu] n.芝加哥 (英语四级单词)
- clearing [´kliəriŋ] n.(森林中的)空旷地 (英语四级单词)
- transplant [træns´plɑ:nt, -plænt] vt.移植(种)；迁移 (英语六级单词)
- concealment [kən´si:lmənt] n.隐藏，隐瞒 (英语六级单词)
- surprisingly [sə´praiziŋli] ad.惊人地；意外地 (英语六级单词)
- hunting [´hʌntiŋ] n.打猎 (英语六级单词)
- unbearable [ʌn´beərəbəl] a.不堪忍受的 (英语六级单词)
- upland [´ʌplənd] n.高地；山地 (英语六级单词)
- cudgel [´kʌdʒəl] n.短棍，棒 vt.棒打 (英语六级单词)
- blithe [´blaið] a.快乐的；冒失的 (英语六级单词)
- diplomat [´dipləmæt] n.外交官；善交际的人 (英语六级单词)
- speaking [´spi:kiŋ] n.说话 a.发言的 (英语六级单词)
- dutchman [´dʌtʃmən] n.荷兰人 (英语六级单词)
- especial [i´speʃəl] a.特别的，特殊的 (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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