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A Fellow Traveller
A.G. Gardiner
I do not know which of us got into the carriage first. Indeed I did not know he was in the carriage at all for some time. It was the last train from London to a Midland town—a stopping train, an infinitely leisurely train, one of tho trains which give you an understanding of eternity. It was tolerably full when it started, but as we stopped at the suburban stations the travelers alighted in ones and twos and by the time we had left the outer ring of London behind I was alone—or, rather, I thought I was alone.
骚气的网名When the last of my fellow pasngers had gone, I put down my paper, stretched my arms and my legs, stood up and looked out of the window on the calm summer night through which I was journeying, noting the pale reminiscence of day that still lingered in the northern sky; crosd the carriage and looked out of the other window, sat down and began to read again. It was then that I became aware of my fellow traveler. He came and sat on my no… He was one of tho wingy, nippy intrepid incts that we call vaguely mosquito
es. I flicked him off my no and he made a tour of the compartment, investigated its three dimensions, visited each window, fluttered round the light, decided that there was nothing so interesting as that large animal in the corner, came and had a look at my neck.
浪漫的婚礼
I flicked him off again. He skipped away, took another jaunt round the compartment, returned, and ated himlf impudently on the back of my hand. It is enough, I said, magnanimity has its limits. Twice you have been warned that I am some one in particular, that my august person rents the tickling impertinences of strangers. I assume the black cap. I condemn you to death. Justice demands it, and the court awards it. The counts against you are many. You are a vagrant; you are a public nuisance; you are traveling without a ticket; you have no meat coupon. For the and many other misdemeanours you are about to die. I struck a swift, lethal blow with my right hand. He dodged the attack with an insolent ea摩羯女和巨蟹男 that humiliated me. My personal vanity was aroud, I banged at him with my hand, with my paper; I jumped on the at and pursued him round the lamp; I adopted the tactics of feline cunning waiting till he had alighted, approaching with a horrible stealthiness, striking with a sudden and terrible swiftness.
跳绳技巧
It was all in vain. He played with me openly and ostentatiously like a skilful matador finessing round an infuriated bull. It was obvious that he was enjoying himlf, that it was for this that he had disturbed my repo. He wanted a little sport and what sport like being chad by this huge lumbering windmill of a creature who tasted so good and emed so helpless and so stupid? I began to enter into the spirit of the fellow. He was no longer a mere inct. He was developing into a personality, an intelligence that challenged the posssion of the compartment with me on equal terms. I felt my heart warming towards him and the n of superiority fading. How could I feel superior to a creature who was so manifestly my master in the only competition in which we had ever engaged? Why not be magnanimous again? Magnanimity and mercy were the noblest attributes of man. In the exerci of the high qualities I could recover my prestige. At prent I was a ridiculous figure, a thing for laughter and derision. By being merciful I could reasrt the moral dignity of man and go back to my corner with honor. I withdraw the ntence of death, I said, returning to my at. I cannot kill you, but I can reprieve you. I do it.
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八月诗句
“Going on tonight, sir?” said a voice at the window. It was a friendly porter giving me a hint that this was my station. I thanked him and said I must have been dozing. And izing my hat and stick I went out into the cool summer night. As I clod the door of the compartment I saw my fellow traveller fluttering round the lamp…
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