章节正文
with sleeves like the mouths of bells, a silver knife at his waistband,
and little leather bags, hung by yellow cords, about his neck.
Beside this man there was a woman of a laughing cruel face,
and she herself, Naomi, stood in the midst, with every eye upon her.
Where had she seen all this before?
Ben Aboo had often bethought him of the beautiful girl since he
committed her father to prison. He cherished schemes concerning her
which he did not share with his wife Katrina. But he had hitherto been
withheld by two considerations: the first being that he was beset
with difficulties arising out of the demands of the Sultan for more money
than he could find, and the next that he foresaw the necessity
that might perchance arise of recalling Israel to his post.
Out of these grave bedevilments he had extricated himself at length
by imposing dues on certain tribes of Reefians, who had never yet
acknowledged the Sultan's authority, and by calling on the Sultan's army
to enforce them. The Sultan had come in answer to his summons,
the Reefians had been routed, their villages burnt, and that morning
at daybreak he had received a message saying that Abd er-Rahman intended
to keep the feast of the Moolood at Tetuan. So this capture of Naomi
was the luckiest chance that could have befallen him at such a moment.
She should witness to the Prophet; her father, the Jew, would thereby
lose his rights in her; and he himself, as her sole guardian,
would present her as a peace-offering to the Sultan on crossing
the boundary of his bashalic.
Such was the new plan which Ben Aboo straightway conceived at hearing
the news of Habeebah, and in another moment he had propounded
it to Katrina. But when Naomi came into the patio, looking so soft,
so timid, so tired, yet so beautiful, so unlike his own painted beauties,
with the light of the dawn on her open face, with her clear eyes
and the sweet mouth of a child, his evil passions had all they could do
not to go back to his former scheme.
"So you wish to turn Muslima?" he said.
Naomi gave one dazed look around, and then cried in a voice of fear
"No, no, no!"
Ben Aboo glanced at Habeebah, and Habeebah fell upon Naomi with protests
and remonstrances. "She said so," Habeebah cried. "'I will turn
Muslima,' she said. Yes, Sidi, she said so, I swear it!"
"Did you say so?" asked Ben Aboo.
"Yes," said Naomi faintly.
"Then, by Allah, there can be no going back now," said Ben Aboo;
and he told her what was the penalty of apostasy. It was death.
She must choose between them.
Naomi began to cry, and Ben Aboo to laugh at her and Habeebah to plead
with her. Still she saw one thing only. "But what of my father?"
she said.
"He shall be liberated," said Ben Aboo.
"But shall I see him again? Shall I go back to him?" said Naomi.
"The girl is a simpleton!" said Katrina.
"She is only a child," said Ben Aboo, and with one glance more
at her flower-like face, he committed her for three days to the apartments
of his women.
These apartments consisted of a garden overgrown by straggling weeds,
with a fountain of muddy water in the middle, an oblong room
that was stifling from many perfumes, and certain smaller chambers.
The garden was inhabited by a gazelle, whose great startled eyes looked
out through the long grass; and the oblong room by a number of women
of varying ages, among whom were a matronly Mooress, called Tarha,
in a scarlet head-dress, and with a string of great keys swung
from shoulder to waist; a Circassian, called Hoolia, in a gorgeous rida
of red silk and gold brocade; a Frenchwoman, called Josephine,
with embroidered red slippers and black stockings; and a Jewess,
called Sol, with a band of silk handkerchiefs tied round her forehead
above her coal-black curls, with her fingers pricked out with henna
and her eyes darkened with kohl.
Such were Ben Aboo's wives and concubines and captives,
whom he had not divorced according to his promise; and when Naomi came
among them they did their duty by their master faithfully.
Being trapped themselves, they tried to entrap Naomi also.
They overwhelmed her with caresses, they went into ecstasies
over her beauty, and caused the future which awaited her to shine
before her eyes. She would have a noble husband, magnificent dresses,
a brilliant palace, and the world would be at her feet.
"And what's the difference between Moosa and Mohammed?" said Sol;
"look at me!" "Tut!" said Josephine, "there's nothing to choose
between them." "For my part," said Tarha, "I don't see what it matters
to us; they say Paradise is for the men!" "And think of the jewels,
and the earrings as big as a bracelet," said Hoolia, "instead of this";
and she drew away between her thumb and first finger the blanket
which Naomi's neighbour had given her.
It was all to no purpose. "But what of my father?" Naomi asked
again and again.
The women lost patience at her simplicity, gave up their solicitations,
ignored her, and busied themselves with their own affairs. "Tut!"
they said, "why should we want her to be made a wife of the Sultan?
She would only walk over us like dirt whenever she came to Tetuan."
Then, sitting alone in their midst, listening to their talk, their tales,
their jests, and their laughter, the unseenmantle fell upon Naomi
at last, which made her a woman who had hitherto been a child.
In this hothouse of sickly odours these women lived together,
having no occupation but that of eating and drinking and sleeping,
no education but devising new means of pleasing the lust
of their husband's eye, no delight than that of supplanting one another
in his love, no passion but jealousy, no diversion but sporting
on the roofs, no end but death and the Kabar.
Seeing the uselessness of the siege, Ben Aboo transferred Naomi
to the prison, and set Habeebah to guard her. The black woman was
in terror at the turn that events had taken. There was nothing to do now
but to go on, so she importuned Naomi with prayers. How could she be
so hard-hearted? Could she keep her father famishing in prison
when one word out of her lips would liberate him? Naomi had no answer
but her tears. She remembered the hareem, and cried.
Then Ben Aboo thought of a daring plan. He called the Grand Rabbi,
and commanded him to go to Naomi and convert her to Islam.
The Rabbi obeyed with trembling. After all, it was the same God
that both peoples worshipped, only the Moors called Him Allah
and the Jews Jehovah. Naomi knew little of either. It was not of God
that she was thinking: it was only of her father. She was too innocent
to see the trick, but the Rabbi failed. He kissed her, and went away
wiping his eyes.
Rumour of Naomi's plight had passed through the town, and one night
a number of Moors came secretly to a lane at the back of the Kasbah,
where a narrow window opened into her cell. They told her in whispers
that what she held as tragical was a very simple matter. "Turn Muslima,"
they pleaded, "and save yourself. You are too young to die.
Resign yourself, for God's sake." But no answer came back
to them where they were gathered in the darkness, save low sobs
from inside the wall.
At last Ben Aboo made two announcements. The first, a public one,
was that Abd er-Rahman would reach Tetuan within two days,
on the opening of the feast of the Moolood, and the other, a private one,
that if Naomi had not said the Kelmah by first prayers
the following morning she should die and her father be cut off
as the penalty of her apostasy.
That night the place under the narrow window in the dark lane was
occupied by a group of Jews. "Sister," they whispered,
"sister of our people, listen. The Basha is a hard man.
This day he has robbed us of all we had that he may pay
for the Sultan's visit. Listen! We have heard something.
We want Israel ben Oliel back among us. He was our father,
he was our brother. Save his life for the sake of our children,
for the Basha has taken their bread. Save him, sister, we beg,
we entreat, we pray."
Naomi broke down at last. Next morning at dawn, kneeling among men
in the Grand Mosque in the Metamar, she repeated the Word after the Iman:
"I testify that there is no God but God, and that our Lord Mohammed is
the messenger of God; I am truly resigned."
Then she was taken back to the women's apartments, and clad gorgeously.
Her child face was wet with tears. She was only a poor weak little thing,
she knew nothing of religion, she loved her father better than God,
and all the world was against her.
CHAPTER XXIII
ISRAEL'S RETURN FROM PRISON
Such was the method of Israel's release. But, knowing nothing
of the price which had been paid for it, he was filled with an immense joy.
Nay, his happiness was quite childish, so suddenly had the darkness
which hung over his life been lifted away. Any one who had seen him
in prison would have been puzzled by the change as he came away from it.
He laughed with the courier who walked with him to the town gate,
and jested with the gate porter as with an old acquaintance.
His voice was merry, his eye gleamed in the rays of the lantern,
his face was flushed, and his step was light. "Afraid to travel
in the night? No, no, I'll meet nothing worse than myself.
Others _may_ who meet me? Ha, ha! Perhaps so, perhaps so!"
"No evil with you, brother?" "No evil, praise be God."
"Well, peace be to you!" "On you be peace!" "May your morning
be blessed! Good-night!" "Good-night!" Then with a wave of the hand
he was gone into the darkness.
It was a wonderful night. The moon, which was in its first quarter,
was still low in the east, but the stars were thick overhead,
making a silvery dome that almost obliterated the blue.
Rivers were rumbling on the hillside, an owl was hooting in the distance,
kine that could not be seen were chewing audibly near at hand,
and sheep like patches of white in the gloom were scuttling
through the grass before Israel's footsteps. Israel walked quickly,
tracing his course between the two arms of the Jebel Sheshawan,
whose summits were visible against the sky. The air was cool and moist,
and a gentle breeze was blowing from the sea. Oh! the joy of it to him
who had lain long months in prison! Israel drank in the night air
as a young colt drinks in the wind.
And if it was night in the world without, it was day in Israel's heart.
"I am going to be happy," he told himself, "yes, very happy,
very happy." He raised his eyes to heaven, and a star,
bigger and brighter than the rest, hung over the path before him.
"It is leading me to Naomi," he thought. He knew that was folly,
but he could not restrain his mind from foolishness. And at least
she had the same moon and stars above her sleep, for she would
be sleeping now. "I am coming," he cried. He fixed his eye
on the bright star in front and pushed forward, never resting,
never pausing.
The morning dawned. Long rippling waves of morning air came
down the mountains, cool, chill, and moist. The grey light became tinged
with red. Then the sun rose somewhere. It had not yet appeared,
but the peak of the western hill was flushed and a raven flew out
and perched on the point of light. Israel's breast expanded,
and he strode on with a firmer step. "She will be waking soon,"
he told himself.
The world awoke. From unseen places birds began to sing--the wheatear
in the crevices of the rocks, the sedge-warbler among the rushes
of the rivers. The sun strode up over the hill summit, and then
all the earth below was bright. Dewdrops sparkled on the late flowers,
and lay like vast spiders' webs over the grass; sheep began to bleat,
dogs to bark, kine to low, horses to cross each other's necks,
and over the freshness of the air came the smell of peat and
of green boughs burning. Israel did not stop, but pushed
on with new eagerness. "She will have risen now," he told himself.
He could almost fancy he saw her opening the door and looking out for him
in the sunlight.
"Poor little thing," he thought, "how she misses me! But I am coming,
I am coming!"
The country looked very beautiful, and strangely changed
since he saw it last. Then it had been like a dead man's face;
and little leather bags, hung by yellow cords, about his neck.
Beside this man there was a woman of a laughing cruel face,
and she herself, Naomi, stood in the midst, with every eye upon her.
Where had she seen all this before?
Ben Aboo had often bethought him of the beautiful girl since he
committed her father to prison. He cherished schemes concerning her
which he did not share with his wife Katrina. But he had hitherto been
withheld by two considerations: the first being that he was beset
with difficulties arising out of the demands of the Sultan for more money
than he could find, and the next that he foresaw the necessity
that might perchance arise of recalling Israel to his post.
Out of these grave bedevilments he had extricated himself at length
by imposing dues on certain tribes of Reefians, who had never yet
acknowledged the Sultan's authority, and by calling on the Sultan's army
to enforce them. The Sultan had come in answer to his summons,
the Reefians had been routed, their villages burnt, and that morning
at daybreak he had received a message saying that Abd er-Rahman intended
to keep the feast of the Moolood at Tetuan. So this capture of Naomi
was the luckiest chance that could have befallen him at such a moment.
She should witness to the Prophet; her father, the Jew, would thereby
lose his rights in her; and he himself, as her sole guardian,
would present her as a peace-offering to the Sultan on crossing
the boundary of his bashalic.
Such was the new plan which Ben Aboo straightway conceived at hearing
the news of Habeebah, and in another moment he had propounded
it to Katrina. But when Naomi came into the patio, looking so soft,
so timid, so tired, yet so beautiful, so unlike his own painted beauties,
with the light of the dawn on her open face, with her clear eyes
and the sweet mouth of a child, his evil passions had all they could do
not to go back to his former scheme.
"So you wish to turn Muslima?" he said.
Naomi gave one dazed look around, and then cried in a voice of fear
"No, no, no!"
Ben Aboo glanced at Habeebah, and Habeebah fell upon Naomi with protests
and remonstrances. "She said so," Habeebah cried. "'I will turn
Muslima,' she said. Yes, Sidi, she said so, I swear it!"
"Did you say so?" asked Ben Aboo.
"Yes," said Naomi faintly.
"Then, by Allah, there can be no going back now," said Ben Aboo;
and he told her what was the penalty of apostasy. It was death.
She must choose between them.
Naomi began to cry, and Ben Aboo to laugh at her and Habeebah to plead
with her. Still she saw one thing only. "But what of my father?"
she said.
"He shall be liberated," said Ben Aboo.
"But shall I see him again? Shall I go back to him?" said Naomi.
"The girl is a simpleton!" said Katrina.
"She is only a child," said Ben Aboo, and with one glance more
at her flower-like face, he committed her for three days to the apartments
of his women.
These apartments consisted of a garden overgrown by straggling weeds,
with a fountain of muddy water in the middle, an oblong room
that was stifling from many perfumes, and certain smaller chambers.
The garden was inhabited by a gazelle, whose great startled eyes looked
out through the long grass; and the oblong room by a number of women
of varying ages, among whom were a matronly Mooress, called Tarha,
in a scarlet head-dress, and with a string of great keys swung
from shoulder to waist; a Circassian, called Hoolia, in a gorgeous rida
of red silk and gold brocade; a Frenchwoman, called Josephine,
with embroidered red slippers and black stockings; and a Jewess,
called Sol, with a band of silk handkerchiefs tied round her forehead
above her coal-black curls, with her fingers pricked out with henna
and her eyes darkened with kohl.
Such were Ben Aboo's wives and concubines and captives,
whom he had not divorced according to his promise; and when Naomi came
among them they did their duty by their master faithfully.
Being trapped themselves, they tried to entrap Naomi also.
They overwhelmed her with caresses, they went into ecstasies
over her beauty, and caused the future which awaited her to shine
before her eyes. She would have a noble husband, magnificent dresses,
a brilliant palace, and the world would be at her feet.
"And what's the difference between Moosa and Mohammed?" said Sol;
"look at me!" "Tut!" said Josephine, "there's nothing to choose
between them." "For my part," said Tarha, "I don't see what it matters
to us; they say Paradise is for the men!" "And think of the jewels,
and the earrings as big as a bracelet," said Hoolia, "instead of this";
and she drew away between her thumb and first finger the blanket
which Naomi's neighbour had given her.
It was all to no purpose. "But what of my father?" Naomi asked
again and again.
The women lost patience at her simplicity, gave up their solicitations,
ignored her, and busied themselves with their own affairs. "Tut!"
they said, "why should we want her to be made a wife of the Sultan?
She would only walk over us like dirt whenever she came to Tetuan."
Then, sitting alone in their midst, listening to their talk, their tales,
their jests, and their laughter, the unseenmantle fell upon Naomi
at last, which made her a woman who had hitherto been a child.
In this hothouse of sickly odours these women lived together,
having no occupation but that of eating and drinking and sleeping,
no education but devising new means of pleasing the lust
of their husband's eye, no delight than that of supplanting one another
in his love, no passion but jealousy, no diversion but sporting
on the roofs, no end but death and the Kabar.
Seeing the uselessness of the siege, Ben Aboo transferred Naomi
to the prison, and set Habeebah to guard her. The black woman was
in terror at the turn that events had taken. There was nothing to do now
but to go on, so she importuned Naomi with prayers. How could she be
so hard-hearted? Could she keep her father famishing in prison
when one word out of her lips would liberate him? Naomi had no answer
but her tears. She remembered the hareem, and cried.
Then Ben Aboo thought of a daring plan. He called the Grand Rabbi,
and commanded him to go to Naomi and convert her to Islam.
The Rabbi obeyed with trembling. After all, it was the same God
that both peoples worshipped, only the Moors called Him Allah
and the Jews Jehovah. Naomi knew little of either. It was not of God
that she was thinking: it was only of her father. She was too innocent
to see the trick, but the Rabbi failed. He kissed her, and went away
wiping his eyes.
Rumour of Naomi's plight had passed through the town, and one night
a number of Moors came secretly to a lane at the back of the Kasbah,
where a narrow window opened into her cell. They told her in whispers
that what she held as tragical was a very simple matter. "Turn Muslima,"
they pleaded, "and save yourself. You are too young to die.
Resign yourself, for God's sake." But no answer came back
to them where they were gathered in the darkness, save low sobs
from inside the wall.
At last Ben Aboo made two announcements. The first, a public one,
was that Abd er-Rahman would reach Tetuan within two days,
on the opening of the feast of the Moolood, and the other, a private one,
that if Naomi had not said the Kelmah by first prayers
the following morning she should die and her father be cut off
as the penalty of her apostasy.
That night the place under the narrow window in the dark lane was
occupied by a group of Jews. "Sister," they whispered,
"sister of our people, listen. The Basha is a hard man.
This day he has robbed us of all we had that he may pay
for the Sultan's visit. Listen! We have heard something.
We want Israel ben Oliel back among us. He was our father,
he was our brother. Save his life for the sake of our children,
for the Basha has taken their bread. Save him, sister, we beg,
we entreat, we pray."
Naomi broke down at last. Next morning at dawn, kneeling among men
in the Grand Mosque in the Metamar, she repeated the Word after the Iman:
"I testify that there is no God but God, and that our Lord Mohammed is
the messenger of God; I am truly resigned."
Then she was taken back to the women's apartments, and clad gorgeously.
Her child face was wet with tears. She was only a poor weak little thing,
she knew nothing of religion, she loved her father better than God,
and all the world was against her.
CHAPTER XXIII
ISRAEL'S RETURN FROM PRISON
Such was the method of Israel's release. But, knowing nothing
of the price which had been paid for it, he was filled with an immense joy.
Nay, his happiness was quite childish, so suddenly had the darkness
which hung over his life been lifted away. Any one who had seen him
in prison would have been puzzled by the change as he came away from it.
He laughed with the courier who walked with him to the town gate,
and jested with the gate porter as with an old acquaintance.
His voice was merry, his eye gleamed in the rays of the lantern,
his face was flushed, and his step was light. "Afraid to travel
in the night? No, no, I'll meet nothing worse than myself.
Others _may_ who meet me? Ha, ha! Perhaps so, perhaps so!"
"No evil with you, brother?" "No evil, praise be God."
"Well, peace be to you!" "On you be peace!" "May your morning
be blessed! Good-night!" "Good-night!" Then with a wave of the hand
he was gone into the darkness.
It was a wonderful night. The moon, which was in its first quarter,
was still low in the east, but the stars were thick overhead,
making a silvery dome that almost obliterated the blue.
Rivers were rumbling on the hillside, an owl was hooting in the distance,
kine that could not be seen were chewing audibly near at hand,
and sheep like patches of white in the gloom were scuttling
through the grass before Israel's footsteps. Israel walked quickly,
tracing his course between the two arms of the Jebel Sheshawan,
whose summits were visible against the sky. The air was cool and moist,
and a gentle breeze was blowing from the sea. Oh! the joy of it to him
who had lain long months in prison! Israel drank in the night air
as a young colt drinks in the wind.
And if it was night in the world without, it was day in Israel's heart.
"I am going to be happy," he told himself, "yes, very happy,
very happy." He raised his eyes to heaven, and a star,
bigger and brighter than the rest, hung over the path before him.
"It is leading me to Naomi," he thought. He knew that was folly,
but he could not restrain his mind from foolishness. And at least
she had the same moon and stars above her sleep, for she would
be sleeping now. "I am coming," he cried. He fixed his eye
on the bright star in front and pushed forward, never resting,
never pausing.
The morning dawned. Long rippling waves of morning air came
down the mountains, cool, chill, and moist. The grey light became tinged
with red. Then the sun rose somewhere. It had not yet appeared,
but the peak of the western hill was flushed and a raven flew out
and perched on the point of light. Israel's breast expanded,
and he strode on with a firmer step. "She will be waking soon,"
he told himself.
The world awoke. From unseen places birds began to sing--the wheatear
in the crevices of the rocks, the sedge-warbler among the rushes
of the rivers. The sun strode up over the hill summit, and then
all the earth below was bright. Dewdrops sparkled on the late flowers,
and lay like vast spiders' webs over the grass; sheep began to bleat,
dogs to bark, kine to low, horses to cross each other's necks,
and over the freshness of the air came the smell of peat and
of green boughs burning. Israel did not stop, but pushed
on with new eagerness. "She will have risen now," he told himself.
He could almost fancy he saw her opening the door and looking out for him
in the sunlight.
"Poor little thing," he thought, "how she misses me! But I am coming,
I am coming!"
The country looked very beautiful, and strangely changed
since he saw it last. Then it had been like a dead man's face;
- enforce [in´fɔ:s]
vt.执行；强迫；加强 (初中英语单词) - capture [´kæptʃə] vt.&n.捕获；俘获；夺取 (初中英语单词)
- witness [´witnis] n.见证人 vt.目击 (初中英语单词)
- prophet [´prɔfit] n.预言家；先知；提倡者 (初中英语单词)
- boundary [´baundəri] n.界线，边界 (初中英语单词)
- unlike [,ʌn´laik] a.不同的 prep.不象... (初中英语单词)
- fountain [´fauntin] n.泉水；源泉；根源 (初中英语单词)
- scarlet [´skɑ:lit] n.猩红色 a.猩红的 (初中英语单词)
- magnificent [mæg´nifisənt] a.壮丽的；豪华的 (初中英语单词)
- brilliant [´briliənt] a.灿烂的；杰出的 (初中英语单词)
- paradise [´pærədais] n.天堂；乐园 (初中英语单词)
- patience [´peiʃəns] n.忍耐(力)；耐心；坚韧 (初中英语单词)
- whenever [wen´evə] conj.&ad.无论何时 (初中英语单词)
- laughter [´lɑ:ftə] n.笑，笑声 (初中英语单词)
- occupation [,ɔkju´peiʃən] a.职业的；军事占领的 (初中英语单词)
- passion [´pæʃən] n.激情；激怒；恋爱 (初中英语单词)
- terror [´terə] n.恐怖；惊骇 (初中英语单词)
- liberate [´libəreit] vt.解放，释放，放出 (初中英语单词)
- convert [kən´və:t, ´kɔnvə:t] v.转变 n.改变信仰者 (初中英语单词)
- opening [´əupəniŋ] n.开放；开端 a.开始的 (初中英语单词)
- messenger [´mesindʒə] n.使者；送信人 (初中英语单词)
- release [ri´li:s] vt&n.释放；放松；赦免 (初中英语单词)
- knowing [´nəuiŋ] a.会意的，心照不宣的 (初中英语单词)
- immense [i´mens] a.广大的，无限的 (初中英语单词)
- childish [´tʃaildiʃ] a.孩子的；幼稚的 (初中英语单词)
- hillside [´hilsaid] n.山腰 (初中英语单词)
- visible [´vizəbəl] a.可见的；明显的 (初中英语单词)
- breeze [bri:z] n.微风；不费力的事 (初中英语单词)
- sleeping [´sli:piŋ] n.&a.睡着(的) (初中英语单词)
- western [´westən] a.西的；西方的 (初中英语单词)
- strangely [´streindʒli] ad.奇怪地；陌生地 (初中英语单词)
- concerning [kən´sə:niŋ] prep.关于 (高中英语单词)
- hitherto [,hiðə´tu:] ad.至今，迄今 (高中英语单词)
- sultan [´sʌltən] n.苏丹 (高中英语单词)
- israel [´izreiəl] n.以色列 (高中英语单词)
- saying [´seiŋ, ´sei-iŋ] n.言语；言论；格言 (高中英语单词)
- straightway [´streitwei] ad.立刻 (高中英语单词)
- penalty [´penlti] n.刑罚；惩罚；障碍 (高中英语单词)
- gorgeous [´gɔ:dʒəs] a.华丽的；宜人的 (高中英语单词)
- simplicity [sim´plisiti] n.简单；朴素 (高中英语单词)
- unseen [,ʌn´si:n] a.未看见的 (高中英语单词)
- mantle [´mæntl] n.斗蓬 v.覆盖；笼罩 (高中英语单词)
- pleasing [´pli:ziŋ] a.使人愉快的；合意的 (高中英语单词)
- jealousy [´dʒeləsi] n.妒忌；猜忌 (高中英语单词)
- plight [plait] n.境况；困境；苦境 (高中英语单词)
- secretly [´si:kritli] ad.秘密地；隐蔽地 (高中英语单词)
- repeated [ri´pi:tid] a.反复的；重复的 (高中英语单词)
- testify [´testifai] v.证明；证实；表明 (高中英语单词)
- porter [´pɔ:tə] n.守门人；勤杂工人 (高中英语单词)
- restrain [ri´strein] vt.抑制；管束；限制 (高中英语单词)
- strode [strəud] stride的过去式 (高中英语单词)
- summit [´sʌmit] n.顶(点)；绝顶 (高中英语单词)
- eagerness [´i:gənis] n.渴望；热忱 (高中英语单词)
- perchance [pə´tʃɑ:ns] ad.偶然；可能 (英语四级单词)
- daybreak [´deibreik] n.黎明，拂晓 (英语四级单词)
- befallen [bi´fɔ:lən] befall的过去分词 (英语四级单词)
- sickly [´sikli] a.多病的；病态的 (英语四级单词)
- diversion [dai´və:ʃən] n.转移；消遣 (英语四级单词)
- daring [´deəriŋ] a.&n.勇敢(的) (英语四级单词)
- entreat [in´tri:t] vt.恳求，恳请 (英语四级单词)
- silvery [´silvəri] a.银一般的 (英语四级单词)
- freshness [´freʃnis] n.新鲜 (英语四级单词)
- imposing [im´pəuziŋ] a.壮丽的，堂皇的 (英语六级单词)
- calling [´kɔ:liŋ] n.点名；职业；欲望 (英语六级单词)
- courier [´kuriə] n.送急件的人；信使 (英语六级单词)
- foolishness [´fu:liʃnis] n.愚蠢 (英语六级单词)
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