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questions?'
'Certainly not,' replied Julia; 'and if you can make me
understand why Morris has sent a statue of Hercules instead of a
barrel containing specimens for a friend, I shall be grateful
till my dying day. And what are specimens for a friend?'
'I haven't a guess,' said Gideon. 'Specimens are usually bits of
stone, but rather smaller than our friend the monument. Still,
that is not the point. Are you quite alone in this big house?'
'Yes, I am at present,' returned Julia. 'I came up before them to
prepare the house, and get another servant. But I couldn't get
one I liked.'
'Then you are utterly alone,' said Gideon in amazement. 'Are you
not afraid?'
'No,' responded Julia stoutly. 'I don't see why I should be more
afraid than you would be; I am weaker, of course, but when I
found I must sleep alone in the house I bought a revolver
wonderfully cheap, and made the man show me how to use it.'
'And how do you use it?' demanded Gideon, much amused at her
courage.
'Why,' said she, with a smile, 'you pull the little trigger thing
on top, and then pointing it very low, for it springs up as you
fire, you pull the underneath little trigger thing, and it goes
off as well as if a man had done it.'
'And how often have you used it?' asked Gideon.
'O, I have not used it yet,' said the determined young lady; 'but
I know how, and that makes me wonderfullycourageous, especially
when I barricade my door with a chest of drawers.'
'I'm awfully glad they are coming back soon,' said Gideon. 'This
business strikes me as excessively unsafe; if it goes on much
longer, I could provide you with a maiden aunt of mine, or my
landlady if you preferred.'
'Lend me an aunt!' cried Julia. 'O, what generosity! I begin to
think it must have been you that sent the Hercules.'
'Believe me,' cried the young man, 'I admire you too much to send
you such an infamous work of art..'
Julia was beginning to reply, when they were both startled by a
knocking at the door.
'O, Mr Forsyth!'
'Don't be afraid, my dear girl,' said Gideon, laying his hand
tenderly on her arm.
'I know it's the police,' she whispered. 'They are coming to
complain about the statue.'
The knock was repeated. It was louder than before, and more
impatient.
'It's Morris,' cried Julia, in a startled voice, and she ran to
the door and opened it.
It was indeed Morris that stood before them; not the Morris of
ordinary days, but a wild-looking fellow, pale and haggard, with
bloodshot eyes, and a two-days' beard upon his chin.
'The barrel!' he cried. 'Where's the barrel that came this
morning?' And he stared about the lobby, his eyes, as they fell
upon the legs of Hercules, literally goggling in his head. 'What
is that?' he screamed. 'What is that waxwork? Speak, you fool!
What is that? And where's the barrel--the water-butt?'
'No barrel came, Morris,' responded Julia coldly. 'This is the
only thing that has arrived.'
'This!' shrieked the miserable man. 'I never heard of it!'
'It came addressed in your hand,' replied Julia; 'we had nearly
to pull the house down to get it in, that is all that I can tell
you.'
Morris gazed at her in utter bewilderment. He passed his hand
over his forehead; he leaned against the wall like a man about to
faint. Then his tongue was loosed, and he overwhelmed the girl
with torrents of abuse. Such fire, such directness, such a choice
of ungentlemanly language, none had ever before suspected Morris
to possess; and the girl trembled and shrank before his fury.
'You shall not speak to Miss Hazeltine in that way,' said Gideon
sternly. 'It is what I will not suffer.'
'I shall speak to the girl as I like,' returned Morris, with a
fresh outburst of anger. 'I'll speak to the hussy as she
deserves.'
'Not a word more, sir, not one word,' cried Gideon. 'Miss
Hazeltine,' he continued, addressing the young girl, 'you cannot
stay a moment longer in the same house with this unmanly fellow.
Here is my arm; let me take you where you will be secure from
insult.'
'Mr Forsyth,' returned Julia, 'you are right; I cannot stay here
longer, and I am sure I trust myself to an honourable gentleman.'
Pale and resolute, Gideon offered her his arm, and the pair
descended the steps, followed by Morris clamouring for the
latchkey.
Julia had scarcely handed the key to Morris before an empty
hansom drove smartly into John Street. It was hailed by both men,
and as the cabman drew up his restive horse, Morris made a dash
into the vehicle.
'Sixpence above fare,' he cried recklessly. 'Waterloo Station for
your life. Sixpence for yourself!'
'Make it a shilling, guv'ner,' said the man, with a grin; 'the
other parties were first.'
'A shilling then,' cried Morris, with the inwardreflection that
he would reconsider it at Waterloo. The man whipped up his horse,
and the hansom vanished from John Street.
CHAPTER VI. The Tribulations of Morris: Part the First
As the hansom span through the streets of London, Morris sought
to rally the forces of his mind. The water-butt with the dead
body had miscarried, and it was essential to recover it. So much
was clear; and if, by some blest good fortune, it was still at
the station, all might be well. If it had been sent out, however,
if it were already in the hands of some wrong person, matters
looked more ominous. People who receive unexplained packages are
usually keen to have them open; the example of Miss Hazeltine
(whom he cursed again) was there to remind him of the
circumstance; and if anyone had opened the water-butt--'O Lord!'
cried Morris at the thought, and carried his hand to his damp
forehead. The private conception of any breach of law is apt to
be inspiriting, for the scheme (while yet inchoate) wears dashing
and attractive colours. Not so in the least that part of the
criminal's later reflections which deal with the police. That
useful corps (as Morris now began to think) had scarce been kept
sufficiently in view when he embarked upon his enterprise. 'I
must play devilish close,' he reflected, and he was aware of an
exquisite thrill of fear in the region of the spine.
'Main line or loop?' enquired the cabman, through the scuttle.
'Main line,' replied Morris, and mentally decided that the man
should have his shilling after all. 'It would be madness to
attract attention,' thought he. 'But what this thing will cost
me, first and last, begins to be a nightmare!'
He passed through the booking-office and wandered disconsolately
on the platform. It was a breathing-space in the day's traffic.
There were few people there, and these for the most part
quiescent on the benches. Morris seemed to attract no remark,
which was a good thing; but, on the other hand, he was making no
progress in his quest. Something must be done, something must be
risked. Every passing instant only added to his dangers.
Summoning all his courage, he stopped a porter, and asked him if
he remembered receiving a barrel by the morning train. He was
anxious to get information, for the barrel belonged to a friend.
'It is a matter of some moment,' he added, 'for it contains
specimens.'
'I was not here this morning, sir,' responded the porter,
somewhat reluctantly, 'but I'll ask Bill. Do you recollect, Bill,
to have got a barrel from Bournemouth this morning containing
specimens?'
'I don't know about specimens,' replied Bill; 'but the party as
received the barrel I mean raised a sight of trouble.'
'What's that?' cried Morris, in the agitation of the moment
pressing a penny into the man's hand.
'You see, sir, the barrel arrived at one-thirty. No one claimed
it till about three, when a small, sickly--looking gentleman
(probably a curate) came up, and sez he, "Have you got anything
for Pitman?" or "Wili'm Bent Pitman," if I recollect right. "I
don't exactly know," sez I, "but I rather fancy that there barrel
bears that name." The little man went up to the barrel, and
seemed regularly all took aback when he saw the address, and then
he pitched into us for not having brought what he wanted. "I
don't care a damn what you want," sez I to him, "but if you are
Will'm Bent Pitman, there's your barrel."'
'Well, and did he take it?' cried the breathless Morris.
'Well, sir,' returned Bill, 'it appears it was a packing-case he
was after. The packing-case came; that's sure enough, because it
was about the biggest packing-case ever I clapped eyes on. And
this Pitman he seemed a good deal cut up, and he had the
superintendent out, and they got hold of the vanman--him as took
the packing-case. Well, sir,' continued Bill, with a smile, 'I
never see a man in such a state. Everybody about that van was
mortal, bar the horses. Some gen'leman (as well as I could make
out) had given the vanman a sov.; and so that was where the
trouble come in, you see.'
'But what did he say?' gasped Morris.
'I don't know as he SAID much, sir,' said Bill. 'But he offered
to fight this Pitman for a pot of beer. He had lost his book,
too, and the receipts, and his men were all as mortal as himself.
O, they were all like'--and Bill paused for a simile--'like
lords! The superintendent sacked them on the spot.'
'O, come, but that's not so bad,' said Morris, with a bursting
sigh. 'He couldn't tell where he took the packing-case, then?'
'Not he,' said Bill, 'nor yet nothink else.'
'And what--what did Pitman do?' asked Morris.
'O, he went off with the barrel in a four-wheeler, very trembling
like,' replied Bill. 'I don't believe he's a gentleman as has
good health.'
'Well, so the barrel's gone,' said Morris, half to himself.
'You may depend on that, sir,' returned the porter. 'But you had
better see the superintendent.'
'Not in the least; it's of no account,' said Morris. 'It only
contained specimens.' And he walked hastily away.
Ensconced once more in a hansom, he proceeded to reconsider his
position. Suppose (he thought), suppose he should accept defeat
and declare his uncle's death at once? He should lose the
tontine, and with that the last hope of his seven thousand eight
hundred pounds. But on the other hand, since the shilling to the
hansom cabman, he had begun to see that crime was expensive in
its course, and, since the loss of the water-butt, that it was
uncertain in its consequences. Quietly at first, and then with
growing heat, he reviewed the advantages of backing out. It
involved a loss; but (come to think of it) no such great loss
after all; only that of the tontine, which had been always a
toss-up, which at bottom he had never really expected. He
reminded himself of that eagerly; he congratulated himself upon
his constantmoderation. He had never really expected the
tontine; he had never even very definitely hoped to recover his
seven thousand eight hundred pounds; he had been hurried into the
whole thing by Michael's obvious dishonesty. Yes, it would
probably be better to draw back from this high-flying venture,
settle back on the leather business--
'Great God!' cried Morris, bounding in the hansom like a
Jack-in-a-box. 'I have not only not gained the tontine--I have
lost the leather business!'
Such was the monstrous fact. He had no power to sign; he could
not draw a cheque for thirty shillings. Until he could produce
legal evidence of his uncle's death, he was a penniless
'Certainly not,' replied Julia; 'and if you can make me
understand why Morris has sent a statue of Hercules instead of a
barrel containing specimens for a friend, I shall be grateful
till my dying day. And what are specimens for a friend?'
'I haven't a guess,' said Gideon. 'Specimens are usually bits of
stone, but rather smaller than our friend the monument. Still,
that is not the point. Are you quite alone in this big house?'
'Yes, I am at present,' returned Julia. 'I came up before them to
prepare the house, and get another servant. But I couldn't get
one I liked.'
'Then you are utterly alone,' said Gideon in amazement. 'Are you
not afraid?'
'No,' responded Julia stoutly. 'I don't see why I should be more
afraid than you would be; I am weaker, of course, but when I
found I must sleep alone in the house I bought a revolver
wonderfully cheap, and made the man show me how to use it.'
'And how do you use it?' demanded Gideon, much amused at her
courage.
'Why,' said she, with a smile, 'you pull the little trigger thing
on top, and then pointing it very low, for it springs up as you
fire, you pull the underneath little trigger thing, and it goes
off as well as if a man had done it.'
'And how often have you used it?' asked Gideon.
'O, I have not used it yet,' said the determined young lady; 'but
I know how, and that makes me wonderfullycourageous, especially
when I barricade my door with a chest of drawers.'
'I'm awfully glad they are coming back soon,' said Gideon. 'This
business strikes me as excessively unsafe; if it goes on much
longer, I could provide you with a maiden aunt of mine, or my
landlady if you preferred.'
'Lend me an aunt!' cried Julia. 'O, what generosity! I begin to
think it must have been you that sent the Hercules.'
'Believe me,' cried the young man, 'I admire you too much to send
you such an infamous work of art..'
Julia was beginning to reply, when they were both startled by a
knocking at the door.
'O, Mr Forsyth!'
'Don't be afraid, my dear girl,' said Gideon, laying his hand
tenderly on her arm.
'I know it's the police,' she whispered. 'They are coming to
complain about the statue.'
The knock was repeated. It was louder than before, and more
impatient.
'It's Morris,' cried Julia, in a startled voice, and she ran to
the door and opened it.
It was indeed Morris that stood before them; not the Morris of
ordinary days, but a wild-looking fellow, pale and haggard, with
bloodshot eyes, and a two-days' beard upon his chin.
'The barrel!' he cried. 'Where's the barrel that came this
morning?' And he stared about the lobby, his eyes, as they fell
upon the legs of Hercules, literally goggling in his head. 'What
is that?' he screamed. 'What is that waxwork? Speak, you fool!
What is that? And where's the barrel--the water-butt?'
'No barrel came, Morris,' responded Julia coldly. 'This is the
only thing that has arrived.'
'This!' shrieked the miserable man. 'I never heard of it!'
'It came addressed in your hand,' replied Julia; 'we had nearly
to pull the house down to get it in, that is all that I can tell
you.'
Morris gazed at her in utter bewilderment. He passed his hand
over his forehead; he leaned against the wall like a man about to
faint. Then his tongue was loosed, and he overwhelmed the girl
with torrents of abuse. Such fire, such directness, such a choice
of ungentlemanly language, none had ever before suspected Morris
to possess; and the girl trembled and shrank before his fury.
'You shall not speak to Miss Hazeltine in that way,' said Gideon
sternly. 'It is what I will not suffer.'
'I shall speak to the girl as I like,' returned Morris, with a
fresh outburst of anger. 'I'll speak to the hussy as she
deserves.'
'Not a word more, sir, not one word,' cried Gideon. 'Miss
Hazeltine,' he continued, addressing the young girl, 'you cannot
stay a moment longer in the same house with this unmanly fellow.
Here is my arm; let me take you where you will be secure from
insult.'
'Mr Forsyth,' returned Julia, 'you are right; I cannot stay here
longer, and I am sure I trust myself to an honourable gentleman.'
Pale and resolute, Gideon offered her his arm, and the pair
descended the steps, followed by Morris clamouring for the
latchkey.
Julia had scarcely handed the key to Morris before an empty
hansom drove smartly into John Street. It was hailed by both men,
and as the cabman drew up his restive horse, Morris made a dash
into the vehicle.
'Sixpence above fare,' he cried recklessly. 'Waterloo Station for
your life. Sixpence for yourself!'
'Make it a shilling, guv'ner,' said the man, with a grin; 'the
other parties were first.'
'A shilling then,' cried Morris, with the inwardreflection that
he would reconsider it at Waterloo. The man whipped up his horse,
and the hansom vanished from John Street.
CHAPTER VI. The Tribulations of Morris: Part the First
As the hansom span through the streets of London, Morris sought
to rally the forces of his mind. The water-butt with the dead
body had miscarried, and it was essential to recover it. So much
was clear; and if, by some blest good fortune, it was still at
the station, all might be well. If it had been sent out, however,
if it were already in the hands of some wrong person, matters
looked more ominous. People who receive unexplained packages are
usually keen to have them open; the example of Miss Hazeltine
(whom he cursed again) was there to remind him of the
circumstance; and if anyone had opened the water-butt--'O Lord!'
cried Morris at the thought, and carried his hand to his damp
forehead. The private conception of any breach of law is apt to
be inspiriting, for the scheme (while yet inchoate) wears dashing
and attractive colours. Not so in the least that part of the
criminal's later reflections which deal with the police. That
useful corps (as Morris now began to think) had scarce been kept
sufficiently in view when he embarked upon his enterprise. 'I
must play devilish close,' he reflected, and he was aware of an
exquisite thrill of fear in the region of the spine.
'Main line or loop?' enquired the cabman, through the scuttle.
'Main line,' replied Morris, and mentally decided that the man
should have his shilling after all. 'It would be madness to
attract attention,' thought he. 'But what this thing will cost
me, first and last, begins to be a nightmare!'
He passed through the booking-office and wandered disconsolately
on the platform. It was a breathing-space in the day's traffic.
There were few people there, and these for the most part
quiescent on the benches. Morris seemed to attract no remark,
which was a good thing; but, on the other hand, he was making no
progress in his quest. Something must be done, something must be
risked. Every passing instant only added to his dangers.
Summoning all his courage, he stopped a porter, and asked him if
he remembered receiving a barrel by the morning train. He was
anxious to get information, for the barrel belonged to a friend.
'It is a matter of some moment,' he added, 'for it contains
specimens.'
'I was not here this morning, sir,' responded the porter,
somewhat reluctantly, 'but I'll ask Bill. Do you recollect, Bill,
to have got a barrel from Bournemouth this morning containing
specimens?'
'I don't know about specimens,' replied Bill; 'but the party as
received the barrel I mean raised a sight of trouble.'
'What's that?' cried Morris, in the agitation of the moment
pressing a penny into the man's hand.
'You see, sir, the barrel arrived at one-thirty. No one claimed
it till about three, when a small, sickly--looking gentleman
(probably a curate) came up, and sez he, "Have you got anything
for Pitman?" or "Wili'm Bent Pitman," if I recollect right. "I
don't exactly know," sez I, "but I rather fancy that there barrel
bears that name." The little man went up to the barrel, and
seemed regularly all took aback when he saw the address, and then
he pitched into us for not having brought what he wanted. "I
don't care a damn what you want," sez I to him, "but if you are
Will'm Bent Pitman, there's your barrel."'
'Well, and did he take it?' cried the breathless Morris.
'Well, sir,' returned Bill, 'it appears it was a packing-case he
was after. The packing-case came; that's sure enough, because it
was about the biggest packing-case ever I clapped eyes on. And
this Pitman he seemed a good deal cut up, and he had the
superintendent out, and they got hold of the vanman--him as took
the packing-case. Well, sir,' continued Bill, with a smile, 'I
never see a man in such a state. Everybody about that van was
mortal, bar the horses. Some gen'leman (as well as I could make
out) had given the vanman a sov.; and so that was where the
trouble come in, you see.'
'But what did he say?' gasped Morris.
'I don't know as he SAID much, sir,' said Bill. 'But he offered
to fight this Pitman for a pot of beer. He had lost his book,
too, and the receipts, and his men were all as mortal as himself.
O, they were all like'--and Bill paused for a simile--'like
lords! The superintendent sacked them on the spot.'
'O, come, but that's not so bad,' said Morris, with a bursting
sigh. 'He couldn't tell where he took the packing-case, then?'
'Not he,' said Bill, 'nor yet nothink else.'
'And what--what did Pitman do?' asked Morris.
'O, he went off with the barrel in a four-wheeler, very trembling
like,' replied Bill. 'I don't believe he's a gentleman as has
good health.'
'Well, so the barrel's gone,' said Morris, half to himself.
'You may depend on that, sir,' returned the porter. 'But you had
better see the superintendent.'
'Not in the least; it's of no account,' said Morris. 'It only
contained specimens.' And he walked hastily away.
Ensconced once more in a hansom, he proceeded to reconsider his
position. Suppose (he thought), suppose he should accept defeat
and declare his uncle's death at once? He should lose the
tontine, and with that the last hope of his seven thousand eight
hundred pounds. But on the other hand, since the shilling to the
hansom cabman, he had begun to see that crime was expensive in
its course, and, since the loss of the water-butt, that it was
uncertain in its consequences. Quietly at first, and then with
growing heat, he reviewed the advantages of backing out. It
involved a loss; but (come to think of it) no such great loss
after all; only that of the tontine, which had been always a
toss-up, which at bottom he had never really expected. He
reminded himself of that eagerly; he congratulated himself upon
his constantmoderation. He had never really expected the
tontine; he had never even very definitely hoped to recover his
seven thousand eight hundred pounds; he had been hurried into the
whole thing by Michael's obvious dishonesty. Yes, it would
probably be better to draw back from this high-flying venture,
settle back on the leather business--
'Great God!' cried Morris, bounding in the hansom like a
Jack-in-a-box. 'I have not only not gained the tontine--I have
lost the leather business!'
Such was the monstrous fact. He had no power to sign; he could
not draw a cheque for thirty shillings. Until he could produce
legal evidence of his uncle's death, he was a penniless
- statue [´stætʃu:]
n.塑像，雕像 (初中英语单词) - monument [´mɔnjumənt] n.纪念碑；古迹 (初中英语单词)
- amazement [ə´meizmənt] n.惊愕；惊奇 (初中英语单词)
- underneath [,ʌndə´ni:θ] ad.&prep.在底下 (初中英语单词)
- maiden [´meidn] n.少女 a.未婚的 (初中英语单词)
- beginning [bi´giniŋ] n.开始，开端；起源 (初中英语单词)
- barrel [´bærəl] n.(琵琶)桶；圆筒 (初中英语单词)
- coldly [´kəuldli] ad.冷淡地 (初中英语单词)
- miserable [´mizərəbəl] a.悲惨的；可怜的 (初中英语单词)
- forehead [´fɔrid] n.额，前部 (初中英语单词)
- honourable [´ɔnərəbəl] a.荣誉的；正直的 (初中英语单词)
- reflection [ri´flekʃən] n.反射；映象；想法 (初中英语单词)
- essential [i´senʃəl] a.必需的 n.要素，要点 (初中英语单词)
- remind [ri´maind] vt.提醒；使记(想)起 (初中英语单词)
- scheme [ski:m] n.计划；阴谋，诡计 (初中英语单词)
- attractive [ə´træktiv] a.有吸引力；诱人的 (初中英语单词)
- scarce [skeəs, skers] a.缺乏的；稀有的 (初中英语单词)
- enterprise [´entəpraiz] n.企业；雄心；胆识 (初中英语单词)
- thrill [θril] v.震惊；激动；刺激 (初中英语单词)
- platform [´plætfɔ:m] n.(平)台；讲台；站台 (初中英语单词)
- instant [´instənt] a.立即的 n.紧迫；瞬间 (初中英语单词)
- hastily [´heistili] ad.急速地；草率地 (初中英语单词)
- expensive [ik´spensiv] a.费钱的，昂贵的 (初中英语单词)
- eagerly [´i:gəli] ad.渴望地，急切地 (初中英语单词)
- constant [´kɔnstənt] a.坚定的；坚贞的 (初中英语单词)
- definitely [´definitli] ad.明确地；绝对 (初中英语单词)
- obvious [´ɔbviəs] a.明显的；显而易见的 (初中英语单词)
- hercules [´hə:kjuli:z] n.大力神 (高中英语单词)
- awfully [´ɔ:fuli] ad.令人畏惧地 (高中英语单词)
- repeated [ri´pi:tid] a.反复的；重复的 (高中英语单词)
- literally [´litərəli] ad.逐字地；实际上 (高中英语单词)
- shilling [´ʃiliŋ] n.先令 (高中英语单词)
- inward [´inwəd] a.向内的；心灵上的 (高中英语单词)
- conception [kən´sepʃən] n.构思；概念；怀孕 (高中英语单词)
- breach [bri:tʃ] n.&v.破坏；违犯 (高中英语单词)
- decided [di´saidid] a.明显的；决定的 (高中英语单词)
- madness [´mædnis] n.疯狂；狂热 (高中英语单词)
- porter [´pɔ:tə] n.守门人；勤杂工人 (高中英语单词)
- agitation [,ædʒi´teiʃən] n.鼓动；摇动；焦虑 (高中英语单词)
- regularly [´regjuləli] ad.有规律地；经常地 (高中英语单词)
- breathless [´breθlis] a.屏息的 (高中英语单词)
- mortal [´mɔ:tl] a.致命的 n.凡人 (高中英语单词)
- superintendent [,su:pərin´tendənt, ,sju:-] n.管理人，负责人 (高中英语单词)
- hurried [´hʌrid] a.仓促的，慌忙的 (高中英语单词)
- monstrous [´mɔnstrəs] a.怪异的；庞大的 (高中英语单词)
- wonderfully [´wʌndəfuli] ad.令人惊讶地；奇妙地 (英语四级单词)
- courageous [kə´reidʒəs] a.勇敢的；无畏的 (英语四级单词)
- haggard [´hægəd] a.憔悴的 (英语四级单词)
- resolute [´rezəlu:t] a.坚决的；不屈不挠的 (英语四级单词)
- sixpence [´sikspəns] n.六便士(硬币) (英语四级单词)
- ominous [´ɔminəs] a.不祥的；预示的 (英语四级单词)
- reluctantly [ri´lʌktəntli] a.不情愿地；勉强地 (英语四级单词)
- recollect [rekə´lekt] v.重新集合；恢复 (英语四级单词)
- moderation [,mɔdə´reiʃən] n.适度；温和；节制 (英语四级单词)
- trigger [´trigə] n.扳机 vt.触发，启动 (英语六级单词)
- infamous [´infəməs] a.声名狼藉的 (英语六级单词)
- bewilderment [bi´wildəmənt] n.为难；狼狈；迷惑 (英语六级单词)
- shrank [ʃræŋk] shrink的过去式 (英语六级单词)
- outburst [´autbə:st] n.喷发；爆发；激增 (英语六级单词)
- devilish [´devəliʃ] a.魔鬼般的，凶恶的 (英语六级单词)
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