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"shamelessly! How can you expect the Flame of the Spirit to burn brightly
under layers of superfluous flesh?"
I wished she would not stare at me, and thought of going to look at my
watch again when a little girl wearing a string of coral beads joined us.
"The poor Frau Hauptmann cannot join us to-day," she said; "she has come
out in spots all over on account of her nerves. She was very excited
yesterday after having written two post-cards."
"A delicate woman," volunteered the Hungarian, "but pleasant. Fancy, she
has a separate plate for each of her front teeth! But she has no right to
let her daughters wear such short sailor suits. They sit about on benches,
crossing their legs in a most shameless manner. What are you going to do
this afternoon, Fraulein Anna?"
"Oh," said the Coral Necklace, "the Herr Oberleutnant has asked me to go
with him to Landsdorf. He must buy some eggs there to take home to his
mother. He saves a penny on eight eggs by knowing the right peasants to
bargain with."
"Are you an American?" said the Vegetable Lady, turning to me.
"No."
"Then you are an Englishwoman?"
"Well, hardly--"
"You must be one of the two; you cannot help it. I have seen you walking
alone several times. You wear your--"
I got up and climbed on to the swing. The air was sweet and cool, rushing
past my body. Above, white clouds trailed delicately through the blue sky.
From the pine forest streamed a wild perfume, the branches swayed together,
rhythmically, sonorously. I felt so light and free and happy--so childish!
I wanted to poke my tongue out at the circle on the grass, who, drawing
close together, were whispering meaningly.
"Perhaps you do not know," cried a voice from one of the cells, "to swing
is very upsetting for the stomach? A friend of mine could keep nothing
down for three weeks after exciting herself so."
I went to the bath shelter and was hosed.
As I dressed, someone tapped on the wall.
"Do you know," said a voice, "there is a man who LIVES in the Luft Bad next
door? He buries himself up to the armpits in mud and refuses to believe in
the Trinity."
The umbrellas are the saving grace of the Luft Bad. Now when I go, I take
my husband's "storm" gamp and sit in a corner, hiding behind it.
Not that I am in the least ashamed of my legs.
9. A BIRTHDAY.
Andreas Binzer woke slowly. He turned over on the narrow bed and stretched
himself--yawned--opening his mouth as widely as possible and bringing his
teeth together afterwards with a sharp "click." The sound of that click
fascinated him; he repeated it quickly several times, with a snapping
movement of the jaws. What teeth! he thought. Sound as a bell, every man
jack of them. Never had one out, never had one stopped. That comes of no
tomfoolery in eating, and a good regular brushing night and morning. He
raised himself on his left elbow and waved his right arm over the side of
the bed to feel for the chair where he put his watch and chain overnight.
No chair was there--of course, he'd forgotten, there wasn't a chair in this
wretched spare room. Had to put the confounded thing under his pillow.
"Half-past eight, Sunday, breakfast at nine--time for the bath"--his brain
ticked to the watch. He sprang out of bed and went over to the window.
The venetian blind was broken, hung fan-shaped over the upper pane..."That
blind must be mended. I'll get the office boy to drop in and fix it on his
way home to-morrow--he's a good hand at blinds. Give him twopence and
he'll do it as well as a carpenter...Anna could do it herself if she was
all right. So would I, for the matter of that, but I don't like to trust
myself on rickety step-ladders." He looked up at the sky: it shone,
strangely white, unflecked with cloud; he looked down at the row of garden
strips and backyards. The fence of these gardens was built along the edge
of a gully, spanned by an iron suspensionbridge, and the people had a
wretched habit of throwing their empty tins over the fence into the gully.
Just like them, of course! Andreas started counting the tins, and decided,
viciously, to write a letter to the papers about it and sign it--sign it in
full.
The servant girl came out of their back door into the yard, carrying his
boots. She threw one down on the ground, thrust her hand into the other,
and stared at it, sucking in her cheeks. Suddenly she bent forward, spat
on the toecap, and started polishing with a brush rooted out of her apron
pocket..."Slut of a girl! Heaven knows what infectious disease may be
breeding now in that boot. Anna must get rid of that girl--even if she has
to do without one for a bit--as soon as she's up and about again. The way
she chucked one boot down and then spat upon the other! She didn't care
whose boots she'd got hold of. SHE had no false notions of the respect due
to the master of the house." He turned away from the window and switched
his bath towel from the washstand rail, sick at heart. "I'm too sensitive
for a man--that's what's the matter with me. Have been from the beginning,
and will be to the end."
There was a gentle knock at the door and his mother came in. She closed
the door after her and leant against it. Andreas noticed that her cap was
crooked, and a long tail of hair hung over her shoulder. He went forward
and kissed her.
"Good morning, mother; how's Anna?"
The old woman spoke quickly, clasping and unclasping her hands.
"Andreas, please go to Doctor Erb as soon as you are dressed."
"Why," he said, "is she bad?"
Frau Binzer nodded, and Andreas, watching her, saw her face suddenly
change; a fine network of wrinkles seemed to pull over it from under the
skin surface.
"Sit down on the bed a moment," he said. "Been up all night?"
"Yes. No, I won't sit down, I must go back to her. Anna has been in pain
all night. She wouldn't have you disturbed before because she said you
looked so run down yesterday. You told her you had caught a cold and been
very worried."
Straightway Andreas felt that he was being accused.
"Well, she made me tell her, worried it out of me; you know the way she
does."
Again Frau Binzer nodded.
"Oh yes, I know. She says, is your cold better, and there's a warm
undervest for you in the left-hand corner of the big drawer."
Quite automatically Andreas cleared his throat twice.
"Yes," he answered. "Tell her my throat certainly feels looser. I suppose
I'd better not disturb her?"
"No, and besides, TIME, Andreas."
"I'll be ready in five minutes."
They went into the passage. As Frau Binzer opened the door of the front
bedroom, a long wail came from the room.
That shocked and terrified Andreas. He dashed into the bathroom, turned on
both taps as far as they would go, cleaned his teeth and pared his nails
while the water was running.
"Frightful business, frightful business," he heard himself whispering.
"And I can't understand it. It isn't as though it were her first--it's her
third. Old Schafer told me, yesterday, his wife simply 'dropped' her
fourth. Anna ought to have had a qualified nurse. Mother gives way to
her. Mother spoils her. I wonder what she meant by saying I'd worried
Anna yesterday. Nice remark to make to a husband at a time like this.
Unstrung, I suppose--and my sensitiveness again."
When he went into the kitchen for his boots, the servant girl was bent over
the stove, cooking breakfast. "Breathing into that, now, I suppose,"
thought Andreas, and was very short with the servant girl. She did not
notice. She was full of terrified joy and importance in the goings on
upstairs. She felt she was learning the secrets of life with every breath
she drew. Had laid the table that morning saying, "Boy," as she put down
the first dish, "Girl," as she placed the second--it had worked out with
the saltspoon to "Boy." "For two pins I'd tell the master that, to comfort
him, like," she decided. But the Master gave her no opening.
"Put an extra cup and saucer on the table," he said; "the doctor may want
some coffee."
"The doctor, sir?" The servant girl whipped a spoon out of a pan, and
spilt two drops of grease on the stove. "Shall I fry something extra?"
But the master had gone, slamming the door after him. He walked down the
street--there was nobody about at all--dead and alive this place on a
Sunday morning. As he crossed the suspensionbridge a strong stench of
fennel and decayed refuse streamed from the gulley, and again Andreas began
concocting a letter. He turned into the main road. The shutters were
still up before the shops. Scraps of newspaper, hay, and fruit skins
strewed the pavement; the gutters were choked with the leavings of Saturday
night. Two dogs sprawled in the middle of the road, scuffling and biting.
Only the public-house at the corner was open; a young barman slopped water
over the doorstep.
Fastidiously, his lips curling, Andreas picked his way through the water.
"Extraordinary how I am noticing things this morning. It's partly the
effect of Sunday. I loathe a Sunday when Anna's tied by the leg and the
children are away. On Sunday a man has the right to expect his family.
Everything here's filthy, the whole place might be down with the plague,
and will be, too, if this street's not swept away. I'd like to have a hand
on the government ropes." He braced his shoulders. "Now for this doctor."
"Doctor Erb is at breakfast," the maid informed him. She showed him into
the waiting-room, a dark and musty place, with some ferns under a
glass-case by the window. "He says he won't be a minute, please, sir, and
there is a paper on the table."
"Unhealthy hole," thought Binzer, walking over to the window and drumming
his fingers on the glass fern-shade. "At breakfast, is he? That's the
mistake I made: turning out early on an empty stomach."
A milk cart rattled down the street, the driver standing at the back,
cracking a whip; he wore an immensegeranium flower stuck in the lapel of
his coat. Firm as a rock he stood, bending back a little in the swaying
cart. Andreas craned his neck to watch him all the way down the road, even
after he had gone, listening for the sharp sound of those rattling cans.
"H'm, not much wrong with him," he reflected. "Wouldn't mind a taste of
that life myself. Up early, work all over by eleven o'clock, nothing to do
but loaf about all day until milking time." Which he knew was an
exaggeration, but he wanted to pity himself.
The maid opened the door, and stood aside for Doctor Erb. Andreas wheeled
round; the two men shook hands.
"Well, Binzer," said the doctor jovially, brushing some crumbs from a
pearl-coloured waistcoat, "son and heir becoming importunate?"
Up went Binzer's spirits with a bound. Son and heir, by Jove! He was glad
to have to deal with a man again. And a sane fellow this, who came across
this sort of thing every day of the week.
"That's about the measure of it, Doctor," he answered, smiling and picking
up his hat. "Mother dragged me out of bed this morning with imperative
orders to bring you along."
"Gig will be round in a minute. Drive back with me, won't you?
Extraordinary, sultry day; you're as red as a beetroot already."
Andreas affected to laugh. The doctor had one annoying habit--imagined he
had the right to poke fun at everybody simply because he was a doctor.
"The man's riddled with conceit, like all these professionals," Andreas
decided.
"What sort of night did Frau Binzer have?" asked the doctor. "Ah, here's
the gig. Tell me on the way up. Sit as near the middle as you can, will
you, Binzer? Your weight tilts it over a bit one side--that's the worst of
you successful business men."
"Two stone heavier than I, if he's a pound," thought Andreas. "The man may
be all right in his profession--but heaven preserve me."
"Off you go, my beauty." Doctor Erb flicked the little brown mare. "Did
your wife get any sleep last night?"
"No; I don't think she did," answered Andreas shortly. "To tell you the
truth, I'm not satisfied that she hasn't a nurse."
"Oh, your mother's worth a dozen nurses," cried the doctor, with immense
gusto. "To tell you the truth, I'm not keen on nurses--too raw--raw as
rump-steak. They wrestle for a baby as though they were wrestling with
Death for the body of Patroclus...Ever seen that picture by an English
artist. Leighton? Wonderful thing--full of sinew!"
"There he goes again," thought Andreas, "airing off his knowledge to make a
fool of me."
"Now your mother--she's firm--she's capable. Does what she's told with a
fund of sympathy. Look at these shops we're passing--they're festering
sores. How on earth this government can tolerate--"
"They're not so bad--sound enough--only want a coat of paint."
under layers of superfluous flesh?"
I wished she would not stare at me, and thought of going to look at my
watch again when a little girl wearing a string of coral beads joined us.
"The poor Frau Hauptmann cannot join us to-day," she said; "she has come
out in spots all over on account of her nerves. She was very excited
yesterday after having written two post-cards."
"A delicate woman," volunteered the Hungarian, "but pleasant. Fancy, she
has a separate plate for each of her front teeth! But she has no right to
let her daughters wear such short sailor suits. They sit about on benches,
crossing their legs in a most shameless manner. What are you going to do
this afternoon, Fraulein Anna?"
"Oh," said the Coral Necklace, "the Herr Oberleutnant has asked me to go
with him to Landsdorf. He must buy some eggs there to take home to his
mother. He saves a penny on eight eggs by knowing the right peasants to
bargain with."
"Are you an American?" said the Vegetable Lady, turning to me.
"No."
"Then you are an Englishwoman?"
"Well, hardly--"
"You must be one of the two; you cannot help it. I have seen you walking
alone several times. You wear your--"
I got up and climbed on to the swing. The air was sweet and cool, rushing
past my body. Above, white clouds trailed delicately through the blue sky.
From the pine forest streamed a wild perfume, the branches swayed together,
rhythmically, sonorously. I felt so light and free and happy--so childish!
I wanted to poke my tongue out at the circle on the grass, who, drawing
close together, were whispering meaningly.
"Perhaps you do not know," cried a voice from one of the cells, "to swing
is very upsetting for the stomach? A friend of mine could keep nothing
down for three weeks after exciting herself so."
I went to the bath shelter and was hosed.
As I dressed, someone tapped on the wall.
"Do you know," said a voice, "there is a man who LIVES in the Luft Bad next
door? He buries himself up to the armpits in mud and refuses to believe in
the Trinity."
The umbrellas are the saving grace of the Luft Bad. Now when I go, I take
my husband's "storm" gamp and sit in a corner, hiding behind it.
Not that I am in the least ashamed of my legs.
9. A BIRTHDAY.
Andreas Binzer woke slowly. He turned over on the narrow bed and stretched
himself--yawned--opening his mouth as widely as possible and bringing his
teeth together afterwards with a sharp "click." The sound of that click
fascinated him; he repeated it quickly several times, with a snapping
movement of the jaws. What teeth! he thought. Sound as a bell, every man
jack of them. Never had one out, never had one stopped. That comes of no
tomfoolery in eating, and a good regular brushing night and morning. He
raised himself on his left elbow and waved his right arm over the side of
the bed to feel for the chair where he put his watch and chain overnight.
No chair was there--of course, he'd forgotten, there wasn't a chair in this
wretched spare room. Had to put the confounded thing under his pillow.
"Half-past eight, Sunday, breakfast at nine--time for the bath"--his brain
ticked to the watch. He sprang out of bed and went over to the window.
The venetian blind was broken, hung fan-shaped over the upper pane..."That
blind must be mended. I'll get the office boy to drop in and fix it on his
way home to-morrow--he's a good hand at blinds. Give him twopence and
he'll do it as well as a carpenter...Anna could do it herself if she was
all right. So would I, for the matter of that, but I don't like to trust
myself on rickety step-ladders." He looked up at the sky: it shone,
strangely white, unflecked with cloud; he looked down at the row of garden
strips and backyards. The fence of these gardens was built along the edge
of a gully, spanned by an iron suspensionbridge, and the people had a
wretched habit of throwing their empty tins over the fence into the gully.
Just like them, of course! Andreas started counting the tins, and decided,
viciously, to write a letter to the papers about it and sign it--sign it in
full.
The servant girl came out of their back door into the yard, carrying his
boots. She threw one down on the ground, thrust her hand into the other,
and stared at it, sucking in her cheeks. Suddenly she bent forward, spat
on the toecap, and started polishing with a brush rooted out of her apron
pocket..."Slut of a girl! Heaven knows what infectious disease may be
breeding now in that boot. Anna must get rid of that girl--even if she has
to do without one for a bit--as soon as she's up and about again. The way
she chucked one boot down and then spat upon the other! She didn't care
whose boots she'd got hold of. SHE had no false notions of the respect due
to the master of the house." He turned away from the window and switched
his bath towel from the washstand rail, sick at heart. "I'm too sensitive
for a man--that's what's the matter with me. Have been from the beginning,
and will be to the end."
There was a gentle knock at the door and his mother came in. She closed
the door after her and leant against it. Andreas noticed that her cap was
crooked, and a long tail of hair hung over her shoulder. He went forward
and kissed her.
"Good morning, mother; how's Anna?"
The old woman spoke quickly, clasping and unclasping her hands.
"Andreas, please go to Doctor Erb as soon as you are dressed."
"Why," he said, "is she bad?"
Frau Binzer nodded, and Andreas, watching her, saw her face suddenly
change; a fine network of wrinkles seemed to pull over it from under the
skin surface.
"Sit down on the bed a moment," he said. "Been up all night?"
"Yes. No, I won't sit down, I must go back to her. Anna has been in pain
all night. She wouldn't have you disturbed before because she said you
looked so run down yesterday. You told her you had caught a cold and been
very worried."
Straightway Andreas felt that he was being accused.
"Well, she made me tell her, worried it out of me; you know the way she
does."
Again Frau Binzer nodded.
"Oh yes, I know. She says, is your cold better, and there's a warm
undervest for you in the left-hand corner of the big drawer."
Quite automatically Andreas cleared his throat twice.
"Yes," he answered. "Tell her my throat certainly feels looser. I suppose
I'd better not disturb her?"
"No, and besides, TIME, Andreas."
"I'll be ready in five minutes."
They went into the passage. As Frau Binzer opened the door of the front
bedroom, a long wail came from the room.
That shocked and terrified Andreas. He dashed into the bathroom, turned on
both taps as far as they would go, cleaned his teeth and pared his nails
while the water was running.
"Frightful business, frightful business," he heard himself whispering.
"And I can't understand it. It isn't as though it were her first--it's her
third. Old Schafer told me, yesterday, his wife simply 'dropped' her
fourth. Anna ought to have had a qualified nurse. Mother gives way to
her. Mother spoils her. I wonder what she meant by saying I'd worried
Anna yesterday. Nice remark to make to a husband at a time like this.
Unstrung, I suppose--and my sensitiveness again."
When he went into the kitchen for his boots, the servant girl was bent over
the stove, cooking breakfast. "Breathing into that, now, I suppose,"
thought Andreas, and was very short with the servant girl. She did not
notice. She was full of terrified joy and importance in the goings on
upstairs. She felt she was learning the secrets of life with every breath
she drew. Had laid the table that morning saying, "Boy," as she put down
the first dish, "Girl," as she placed the second--it had worked out with
the saltspoon to "Boy." "For two pins I'd tell the master that, to comfort
him, like," she decided. But the Master gave her no opening.
"Put an extra cup and saucer on the table," he said; "the doctor may want
some coffee."
"The doctor, sir?" The servant girl whipped a spoon out of a pan, and
spilt two drops of grease on the stove. "Shall I fry something extra?"
But the master had gone, slamming the door after him. He walked down the
street--there was nobody about at all--dead and alive this place on a
Sunday morning. As he crossed the suspensionbridge a strong stench of
fennel and decayed refuse streamed from the gulley, and again Andreas began
concocting a letter. He turned into the main road. The shutters were
still up before the shops. Scraps of newspaper, hay, and fruit skins
strewed the pavement; the gutters were choked with the leavings of Saturday
night. Two dogs sprawled in the middle of the road, scuffling and biting.
Only the public-house at the corner was open; a young barman slopped water
over the doorstep.
Fastidiously, his lips curling, Andreas picked his way through the water.
"Extraordinary how I am noticing things this morning. It's partly the
effect of Sunday. I loathe a Sunday when Anna's tied by the leg and the
children are away. On Sunday a man has the right to expect his family.
Everything here's filthy, the whole place might be down with the plague,
and will be, too, if this street's not swept away. I'd like to have a hand
on the government ropes." He braced his shoulders. "Now for this doctor."
"Doctor Erb is at breakfast," the maid informed him. She showed him into
the waiting-room, a dark and musty place, with some ferns under a
glass-case by the window. "He says he won't be a minute, please, sir, and
there is a paper on the table."
"Unhealthy hole," thought Binzer, walking over to the window and drumming
his fingers on the glass fern-shade. "At breakfast, is he? That's the
mistake I made: turning out early on an empty stomach."
A milk cart rattled down the street, the driver standing at the back,
cracking a whip; he wore an immensegeranium flower stuck in the lapel of
his coat. Firm as a rock he stood, bending back a little in the swaying
cart. Andreas craned his neck to watch him all the way down the road, even
after he had gone, listening for the sharp sound of those rattling cans.
"H'm, not much wrong with him," he reflected. "Wouldn't mind a taste of
that life myself. Up early, work all over by eleven o'clock, nothing to do
but loaf about all day until milking time." Which he knew was an
exaggeration, but he wanted to pity himself.
The maid opened the door, and stood aside for Doctor Erb. Andreas wheeled
round; the two men shook hands.
"Well, Binzer," said the doctor jovially, brushing some crumbs from a
pearl-coloured waistcoat, "son and heir becoming importunate?"
Up went Binzer's spirits with a bound. Son and heir, by Jove! He was glad
to have to deal with a man again. And a sane fellow this, who came across
this sort of thing every day of the week.
"That's about the measure of it, Doctor," he answered, smiling and picking
up his hat. "Mother dragged me out of bed this morning with imperative
orders to bring you along."
"Gig will be round in a minute. Drive back with me, won't you?
Extraordinary, sultry day; you're as red as a beetroot already."
Andreas affected to laugh. The doctor had one annoying habit--imagined he
had the right to poke fun at everybody simply because he was a doctor.
"The man's riddled with conceit, like all these professionals," Andreas
decided.
"What sort of night did Frau Binzer have?" asked the doctor. "Ah, here's
the gig. Tell me on the way up. Sit as near the middle as you can, will
you, Binzer? Your weight tilts it over a bit one side--that's the worst of
you successful business men."
"Two stone heavier than I, if he's a pound," thought Andreas. "The man may
be all right in his profession--but heaven preserve me."
"Off you go, my beauty." Doctor Erb flicked the little brown mare. "Did
your wife get any sleep last night?"
"No; I don't think she did," answered Andreas shortly. "To tell you the
truth, I'm not satisfied that she hasn't a nurse."
"Oh, your mother's worth a dozen nurses," cried the doctor, with immense
gusto. "To tell you the truth, I'm not keen on nurses--too raw--raw as
rump-steak. They wrestle for a baby as though they were wrestling with
Death for the body of Patroclus...Ever seen that picture by an English
artist. Leighton? Wonderful thing--full of sinew!"
"There he goes again," thought Andreas, "airing off his knowledge to make a
fool of me."
"Now your mother--she's firm--she's capable. Does what she's told with a
fund of sympathy. Look at these shops we're passing--they're festering
sores. How on earth this government can tolerate--"
"They're not so bad--sound enough--only want a coat of paint."
- account [ə´kaunt]
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- circle [´sə:kəl] n.圆圈 v.环绕；盘旋 (初中英语单词)
- stomach [´stʌmək] n.胃；胃口，食欲 (初中英语单词)
- ashamed [ə´ʃeimd] a.惭愧；不好意思 (初中英语单词)
- sprang [spræŋ] spring 的过去式 (初中英语单词)
- thrust [θrʌst] v.&n.猛推；冲；刺；挤进 (初中英语单词)
- yesterday [´jestədi] n.&ad.昨天；前不久 (初中英语单词)
- throat [θrəut] n.咽喉；嗓子；出入口 (初中英语单词)
- disturb [di´stə:b] vt.扰乱；使不安；打乱 (初中英语单词)
- learning [´lə:niŋ] n.学习；学问；知识 (初中英语单词)
- partly [´pɑ:tli] ad.部分地；不完全地 (初中英语单词)
- standing [´stændiŋ] n.持续 a.直立的 (初中英语单词)
- immense [i´mens] a.广大的，无限的 (初中英语单词)
- measure [´meʒə] n.量度；范围 vt.测量 (初中英语单词)
- preserve [pri´zə:v] v.保藏 n.保藏物 (初中英语单词)
- shortly [´ʃɔ:tli] ad.立刻，马上；不久 (初中英语单词)
- capable [´keipəbəl] a.有能力；能干的 (初中英语单词)
- sympathy [´simpəθi] n.同情，怜悯 (初中英语单词)
- repeated [ri´pi:tid] a.反复的；重复的 (高中英语单词)
- infectious [in´fekʃəs] a.传染，传染(性)的 (高中英语单词)
- frightful [´fraitfəl] a.可怕的；不愉快的 (高中英语单词)
- saying [´seiŋ, ´sei-iŋ] n.言语；言论；格言 (高中英语单词)
- decided [di´saidid] a.明显的；决定的 (高中英语单词)
- grease [gri:s] n.脂肪；油脂 vt.涂油 (高中英语单词)
- pavement [´peivmənt] n.路面；铺筑材料 (高中英语单词)
- conceit [kən´si:t] n.自负；骄傲自满 (高中英语单词)
- superfluous [su:´pə:fluəs, sju:-] a.过剩的，多余的 (英语四级单词)
- necklace [´neklis] n.项链 (英语四级单词)
- delicately [´delikitli] ad.精美地；微妙地 (英语四级单词)
- venetian [vi´ni:ʃ(ə)n] a.威尼斯城的 (英语四级单词)
- suspension [sə´spenʃən] n.吊；中止；暂停 (英语四级单词)
- bridge [bridʒ] n.桥(梁)；鼻梁；桥牌 (英语四级单词)
- network [´netwə:k] n.网状物 vt.联播 (英语四级单词)
- automatically [ɔ:tə´mætikli] ad.自动地；无意识地 (英语四级单词)
- bathroom [´bɑ:θrum, -ru:m] n.浴室；盥洗室 (英语四级单词)
- saucer [´sɔ:sə] n.茶托；浅碟 (英语四级单词)
- loathe [ləuð] vt.厌恶，嫌恶 (英语四级单词)
- filthy [´filθi] a.污秽的，肮脏的 (英语四级单词)
- wrestle [´resəl] n.&v.摔交；搏斗；角力 (英语四级单词)
- geranium [dʒə´reiniəm] n.天竺葵 (英语六级单词)
- waistcoat [´weskət, ´weiskəut] n.背心，马甲 (英语六级单词)
- sultry [´sʌltri] a.狂(闷)热的；风骚的 (英语六级单词)
- affected [ə´fektid] a.做作的；假装的 (英语六级单词)
- annoying [ə´nɔiiŋ] a.使人气恼的；讨厌的 (英语六级单词)
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