what's a Resurrection--Man?'

From his oppressed slumber, Young Jerry in his closet was awakened after daybreak and before sunrise, by the presence of his father in the family room. Something had gone bong with him; at least, so Young Jerry inferred, from the circumstance of his holding Mrs. Cruncher by the ears, and knocking the back of her head against the headboard of the bed.

`I told you I would,' said Mr. Cruncher, `and I did.'

`Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!' his wife implored.

`You oppose yourself to the profit of the business,' said Jerry, `and me and my partners suffer. You was to honour and obey; why the devil don't you?'

`I try to be a good wife, Jerry,' the poor woman protested, with tears.

`Is it being a good wife to oppose your husband's business? Is it honouring your husband to dishonour his business? Is it obeying your husband to disobey him on the wital subject of his business?'

`You hadn't taken to the dreadful business then, Jerry.'

`It's enough for you,' retorted Mr. Cruncher, `to be the wife of a honest tradesman, and not to occupy your female mind with calculations when he took to his trade or when he didn't. A honouring and obeying wife would let his trade alone altogether. Call yourself a religious woman? If you're a religious woman, give me a irreligious one! You have no more nat'ral sense of duty than the bed of this here Thames river has of a pile, and similarly it must be knocked into you.'

The altercation was conducted in a low tone of voice, and terminated in the honest tradesman's kicking off his clay-soiled boots, and lying down at his length on the floor. After taking a timid peep at him lying on his back, with his rusty hands under his head for a pillow, his son lay down too, and fell asleep again.

There was no fish for breakfast, and not much of anything else. Mr. Cruncher was out of spirits, and out of temper, and kept an iron pot-lid by him as a projectile for the correction of Mrs. Cruncher, in case he should observe any symptoms of her saying Grace. He was brushed and washed at the usual hour, and set off with his son to pursue his ostensible calling.

Young Jerry, walking with the stool under his arm at his father's side along sunny and crowded Fleet Street, was a very different Young Jerry from him of the previous night, running home through darkness and solitude from his grim pursuer. His cunning was fresh with the day, and his qualms were gone with the night--in which particulars it is not improbable that he had compeers in Fleet Street and the City of London, that fine morning.

`Father,' said Young Jerry, as they walked along: taking care to keep at arm's length and to have the stool well between them: `what's a Resurrection--Man?'

But, his long-cherished desire to know more about these matters

It was now Young Jerry's turn to approach the gate: which he did, holding his breath. Crouching down again in a corner there, and looking in, he made out the three fishermen creeping through some rank grass, and all the gravestones in the churchyard--it was a large churchyard that they were in looking--on like ghosts in white, while the church tower itself looked on like the ghost of a monstrous giant. They did not creep far, before they stopped and stood upright. And then they began to fish.

They fished with a spade, at first. Presently the honoured parent appeared to be adjusting some instrument like a great corkscrew. Whatever tools they worked with, they worked hard, until the awful striking of the church clock so terrified Young, Jerry, that he made off, with his hair as stiff as his father's.

But, his long-cherished desire to know more about these matters, not only stopped him in his running away, but lured him back again. They were still fishing perseveringly, when he peeped in at the gate for the second time; but, now they seemed to have got a bite. There was a screwing and complaining sound down below, and their bent figures were strained, as if by a weight. By slow degrees the weight broke away the earth upon it, and came to the surface. Young Jerry very well knew what it would be; but, when he saw it, and saw his honoured parent about to wrench it open, he was so frightened, being new to the sight, that he made off again, and never stopped until he had run a mile or more.

He would not have stopped then for anything less necessary than breath, it being a spectral sort of race that he ran, and one highly desirable to get to the end of. He had a strong idea that the coffin he had seen was running after him; and, pictured as hopping on behind him, bolt upright, upon its narrow end, always on the point of overtaking him and hopping on at his side--perhaps taking his arm--it was a pursuer to shun. It was an inconsistent and ubiquitous fiend too, for, while it was making the whole night behind him dreadful, he darted out into the roadway to avoid dark alleys, fearful of its coming hopping out of them like a dropsical boy's Kite without tail and wings. It hid in doorways too, rubbing its horrible shoulders against doors, and drawing them up to its ears, as if it were laughing. It got into shadows on the road, and lay cunningly on its back to trip him up. All this time it was incessantly hopping on behind and gaining on him, so that when the boy got to his own door lie had reason for being half dead. And even then it would not leave him, but followed him upstairs with a bump on every Stair, scrambled into bed with him, and bumped down, dead and heavy, on his breast when he fell asleep.

Walton, and the two trudged on together.

This touched Young Jerry on a tender place; who adjured his mother to perform her first duty, and, whatever else she did or neglected, above all things to lay especial stress on the discharge of that maternal function so affectingly and delicately indicated by his other parent.

Thus the evening wore away with the Cruncher family, until Young Jerry was ordered to bed, and his mother, laid under similar injunctions, obeyed them. Mr. Cruncher beguiled the earlier watches of the night with solitary pipes, and did not start upon his excursion until nearly one o'clock. Towards that small and ghostly hour, he rose up from his chair, took a key out of his pocket, opened a locked cupboard, and brought forth a sack, a crowbar of convenient size, a rope and chain, and other fishing tackle of that nature. Disposing these articles about him in skilful manner, he bestowed a parting defiance on Mrs. Cruncher, extinguished the light, and went out.

Young Jerry, who had only made a feint of undressing when he went to bed, was not long after his father. Under cover of the darkness he followed out of the room, followed down the stairs, followed down the court, followed out into the streets. He was in no uneasiness concerning his getting into the house again, for it was full of lodgers, and the door stood ajar all night.

Impelled by a laudable ambition to study the art and mystery of his father's honest calling, Young Jerry, keeping as close to house-fronts, walls, and doorways, as his eyes were close to one another, held his honoured parent in view. The honoured parent steering Northward, had not gone far, when he was joined by another disciple of Izaak Walton, and the two trudged on together.

Within half an hour from the first starting, they were beyond the winking lamps, and the more than winking watchmen, and were out upon a lonely road. Another fisherman was Picked up here--and that so silently, that if Young Jerry had been superstitious, he might have supposed the second follower of the gentle craft to have, all of a sudden, split himself in two.

The three went on, and Young Jerry went on, until the three stopped under a bank overhanging the road. Upon the top of the bank was a low brick wall, surmounted by an iron railing. In the shadow of bank and wall the three turned out of the road, and up a blind lane, of which the wall--there, risen to some eight or ten feet high--formed one side. Crouching down in a corner, peeping up the lane, the next object that Young Jerry saw, was the form of his honoured parent, pretty well defined against a watery and clouded moon, nimbly scaling an iron gate. He was soon over, and then the second fisherman got over, and then the third. They all dropped softly on the ground within the gate, and lay there a little--listening perhaps. Then, they moved away on their hands and knees.

`Shall you bring any fish home, father?'

`Yes Jerry.'

`Yes, Jerry,' repeated Mr. Cruncher, sitting down to tea. `Ah! It is yes, Jerry. That's about it. You may say yes, Jerry.'

Mr. Cruncher had no particular meaning in these sulky corroborations, but made use of them, as people not unfrequently do, to express general ironical dissatisfaction.

`You and your yes, Jerry,' said Mr. Cruncher, taking a bite out of his bread-and-butter, and seeming to help it down with a large invisible oyster out of his saucer. `Ah! I think so. I believe you.'

`You are going out to-night?' asked his decent wife, when he took another bite.

`Yes, I am.'

`May I go with you, father?' asked his son, briskly.

`No, you mayn't. I'm a going--as your mother knows--a fishing. That's where I'm going to. Going a fishing.'

`Your fishing rod gets rather rusty; don't it, father?'

`Never you mind.'

`Shall you bring any fish home, father?'

`If I don't, you'll have short commons, tomorrow,' returned that gentleman, shaking his head; `that's questions enough for you; I ain't a going out, till you've been long a-bed.'

He devoted himself during the remainder of the evening to keeping a most vigilant watch on Mrs. Cruncher, and sullenly holding her in conversation that she might be prevented from meditating any petitions to his disadvantage. With this view, he urged his son to hold her in conversation also, and led the unfortunate woman a hard life by dwelling on any causes of complaint lie could bring against her, rather than he would leave her for a moment to her own reflections. The devoutest person could have rendered no greater homage to the efficacy of an honest prayer than he did in this distrust of his Mile. It was as if a professed unbeliever in ghosts should be frightened by a ghost story.

`And mind you!' said Mr. Cruncher. `No games tomorrow! If I, as a honest tradesman, succeed in providing a jinte of meat or two, none of your not touching of it, and sticking to bread. If I, as a honest tradesman, am able to provide a little beer, none of your declaring on water. When you go to Rome, do as Rome does. Rome will be a ugly customer to you, if you don't. `I'm your Rome, you know.'

Then he began grumbling again:

`With your flying into the face of your own wittles and drink! I don't know how scarce you mayn't make the wittles and drink here, by your flopping tricks and your unfeeling conduct. Look at your boy: he is your'n, ain't he? He's as thin as a lath. Do you call yourself a mother, and not know that a mother's first duty is to blow her boy out?'

The dejected Mrs. Cruncher shook her head.

Thus, with beer-drinking, pipe-smoking, song-roaring, and infinite caricaturing of woe, the disorderly procession went its way, recruiting at every step, and all the shops shutting up before it. Its destination was the old church of Saint Pancras, far off in the fields. It got there in course of time; insisted on pouring into the burial-ground; finally, accomplished the interment of the deceased Roger Cly in its own way, and highly to its own satisfaction.

The dead man disposed of, and the crowd being under the necessity of providing some other entertainment for itself, another brighter genius (or perhaps the same) conceived the humour of impeaching casual passersby, as Old Bailey spies, and wreaking vengeance on them. Chase was given to some scores of inoffensive persons who had never been near the Old Bailey in their lives, in the realisation of this fancy, and they were roughly hustled and maltreated. The transition to the sport of window-breaking, and thence to the plundering of public-houses, was easy and natural. At last, after several hours, when sundry summerhouses had been pulled dow and some area-railings had been torn up, to arm the more belligerent spirits, a rumour got about that the Guards we coming. Before this rumour, the crowd gradually melted away, and perhaps the Guards came, and perhaps they never came, and this was the usual progress of a mob.

Mr. Cruncher did not assist at the closing sports, hut had remained behind in the churchyard, to confer and condole with the undertakers. The place had a soothing influence on him. He procured a pipe from a neighbouring public house, and smoked it, looking in at the railings and maturely considering the spot.

`Jerry,' said Mr. Cruncher, apostrophising himself in his usual way, `you see that there Cly that day, and you see with your own eyes that he was a young `un and a straight made `un.'

Having smoked his pipe out, and ruminated a little longer, he turned himself about, that he might appear, before the hour of closing, on his station at Tellson's. Whether his meditations on mortality had touched his liver, or whether his general health had been previously at all amiss, or whether he desired to show a little attention to an eminent man, is not so much to the purpose, as that he made a short call upon his medical adviser--a distinguished surgeon--on his way back.

Young Jerry relieved his father with dutiful interest, and reported No job in his absence. The bank closed, the ancient clerks came Out, the usual watch was set, and Mr. Cruncher and his son went home to tea.

`Now, I tell you where it is!' said Mr. Cruncher to his wife, on entering. `If, as a honest tradesman, my wenturs goes wrong tonight, I shall make sure that you've been praying again me, and I shall work you for it just the same as if I seen you do it.'

The dejected Mrs. Cruncher shook her head.

`Why, you're at it afore my face!' said Mr. Cruncher, with signs of angry apprehension.

`I am saying nothing.'

`Well, then; don't meditate nothing. You might as well meditate. You may as well go again me one way as another. Drop it altogether.'

“I can’t say, general.…”

“Here’s a mess we’ve made of it,” he said. “Why, didn’t I tell you, Mihail Mitritch, that on the march meant in their overcoats,” he said reproachfully to the major. “Ah, my God!” he added, and stepped resolutely forward. “Captains of the companies!” he shouted in a voice used to command. “Sergeants!… Will his excellency be coming soon?” he said, turning to the adjutant with an expression of respectful deference, that related obviously only to the person he was speaking of.

“In an hour’s time, I believe.”

“Have we time to change clothes?”

“I can’t say, general.…”

The general, going himself among the ranks, gave orders for the men to change back to their overcoats. The captains ran about among the companies, the sergeants bustled to and fro (the overcoats were not quite up to the mark), and instantaneously the squadrons, that had been in regular order and silent, were heaving to and fro, straggling apart and humming with talk. The soldiers ran backwards and forwards in all directions, stooping with their shoulders thrown back, drawing their knapsacks off over their heads, taking out their overcoats and lifting their arms up to thrust them into the sleeves.

Half an hour later everything was in its former good order again, only the squadrons were now grey instead of black. The general walked in front of the regiment again with his quivering strut, and scanned it from some distance.

`But he has been-been found. He is alive. Greatly changed, it is too probable

`But he has been-been found. He is alive. Greatly changed, it is too probable; almost a wreck, it is possible; though we will hope the best. Still, alive. Your father has been taken to the house of an old servant in Paris, and we are going there: I, to identify him if I can: you, to restore him to life, love, duty, rest, comfort.'

 (`I really think this must be a man!' was Mr. Lorry's breathless reflection, simultaneously with his coming against the wall.)

`Why, look at you all!' bawled this figure, addressing the inn servants. `Why don't you go and fetch things, instead of standing there staring at me? I am not so much to look at, am I? Why don't you go and fetch things? I'll let you know, if you don't bring smelling-salts, cold water, and vinegar, quick, I will.'

There was an immediate dispersal for these restoratives, and she softly laid the patient on a sofa, and tended her with great skill and gentleness: calling her `my precious!' and `my bird!' and spreading her golden hair aside over her shoulders with great pride and care.

`And you in brown!' she said, indignantly turning to Mr. Lorry; `couldn't you tell her what you had to tell her, without frightening her to death? Look at her, with her pretty pale face and her cold hands. Do you call that being a Banker?'

Mr. Lorry was so exceedingly disconcerted by a question so hard to answer, that he could only look on, at a distance, with much feebler sympathy and humility, while the strong woman, having banished the inn servants under the mysterious penalty of `letting them know' something not mentioned if they stayed there, staring, recovered her charge by a regular series of gradations, and coaxed her to lay her drooping head upon her shoulder.

`I hope she will do well now,' said Mr. Lorry.

`No thanks to you in brown, if she does. My darling pretty!'

`I hope,' said Mr. Lorry, after another pause of feeble sympathy and humility, `that you accompany Miss Manette to France?'

“Even on the Tsaritsyn review ground they wouldn’t be turned off.”

The commander of the regiment was a sanguine-looking general past middle age, with grey whiskers and eyebrows, broad and thick-set, and thicker through from the chest to the back than across the shoulders. He wore a brand-new uniform with the creases still in it where it had been folded, and rich gold epaulettes, which seemed to stand up instead of lying down on his thick shoulders. The general had the air of a man who has successfully performed one of the most solemn duties of his life. He walked about in front of the line, and quivered as he walked, with a slight jerk of his back at each step. The general was unmistakably admiring his regiment, and happy in it, and it was evident that his whole brain was engrossed by the regiment. But for all that, his quivering strut seemed to say that, apart from his military interests, he had plenty of warmth in his heart for the attractions of social life and the fair sex.

“Well, Mihail Mitritch, sir,” he said, addressing a major (the major came forward smiling; they were evidently in excellent spirits).

“We have had our hands full all night…But it’ll do, I fancy; the regiment’s not so bad as some…eh?”

The major understood this good-humoured irony and laughed.

“Even on the Tsaritsyn review ground they wouldn’t be turned off.”

“Eh?” said the commander.

At that moment two figures on horseback came into sight on the road from the town, where sentinels had been posted to give the signal. They were an adjutant, and a Cossack riding behind him.

The adjutant had been sent by the commander-in-chief to confirm to the commander what had not been clearly stated in the previous order, namely, that the commander-in-chief wished to inspect the regiment exactly in the order in which it had arrived—wearing their overcoats, and carrying their baggage, and without any sort of preparation.

A member of the Hofkriegsrath from Vienna had been with Kutuzov the previous day, proposing and demanding that he should move on as quickly as possible to effect a junction with the army of Archduke Ferdinand and Mack; and Kutuzov, not considering this combination advisable, had intended, among other arguments in support of his view, to point out to the Austrian general the pitiable condition in which were the troops that had arrived from Russia. It was with this object, indeed, that he had meant to meet the regiment, so that the worse the condition of the regiment, the better pleased the commander-in-chief would be with it. Though the adjutant did not know these details, he gave the general in command of the regiment the message that the commander-in-chief absolutely insisted on the men being in their overcoats and marching order, and that, if the contrary were the case, the commander-in-chief would be displeased.

On hearing this the general’s head sank; he shrugged his shoulders, and flung up his hands with a choleric gesture.

I am almost sure it was you.

`But this is my father's story, sir; and I begin to think'--the curiously roughened forehead was very intent upon him--'that when I was left an orphan through my mother's surviving my father only two years, it was you who brought me to England. I am almost sure it was you.

Mr. Lorry took the hesitating little hand that confidingly advanced to take his, and he put it with some ceremony to his lips. He then conducted the young lady straightaway to her chair again, and, holding the chair-back with his left hand, and using his right by turns to rub his chin, pull his wig at the ears, or point what lie said, stood looking down into her face while she sat looking up into his.

`

`That's right, that's right. Courage! Business! You have business before you; useful business. Miss Manette, your mother took this course with you. And when she died--I believe broken-hearted--having never slackened her unavailing search for your father, she left you, at two years old, to grow to be blooming, beautiful, and happy, without the dark cloud upon you of living in uncertainty whether your father soon wore his heart out in prison, or wasted there through many lingering years.'

As he said the words he looked down, with an admiring pity, on the flowing golden hair; as if he pictured to him-self that it might have been already tinged with grey.

`You know that your parents had no great possession, and that what they had was secured to your mother and to you. There has been no new discovery, of money, or of any other property; but---

He felt his wrist held closer, and he stopped. The expression in the forehead, which had so particularly attracted his notice, and which was now immovable, had deepened into one of pain and horror.

Part Two Chapter 1

Part Two

Chapter 1

IN THE OCTOBER OF 1805 the Russian troops were occupying the towns and villages of the Austrian archduchy, and fresh regiments kept arriving from Russia and encamping about the fortress of Braunau, burdening the inhabitants on whom they were billeted. Braunau was the chief headquarters of the commander-in-chief, Kutuzov.

On the 11th of October 1805, one of the infantry regiments that had just reached Braunau had halted half a mile from the town, awaiting the inspection of the commander-in-chief. In spite of the un-Russian character of the country and the environment (the fruit gardens, the stone walls, the tiled roofs, the mountains in the distance, the foreign peasants, who looked with curiosity at the Russian soldiers), the regiment looked exactly as every Russian regiment always looks when it is getting ready for inspection anywhere in the heart of Russia. In the evening, on the last stage of the march, the order had been received that the commander-in-chief would inspect the regiment on the march. Though the wording of the order did not seem quite clear to the general in command of the regiment, and the question arose whether they were to take it to mean, in marching order or not, it was decided on a consultation between the majors to present the regiment in parade order on the ground, since, as the saying is, it is better to bow too low than not to bow low enough. And the soldiers after a twenty-five mile march had not closed their eyes, but had spent the night mending and cleaning, while the adjutants and officers had been reckoning up and calculating. And by the morning the regiment, instead of the straggling, disorderly crowd it had been on the last march, the previous evening, presented the spectacle of an organised mass of two thousand men, of whom every one knew his part and his duty, and had every button and every strap in its proper position, and shining with cleanliness. It was not only the outside that was in good order; if the commander-in-chief should think fit to peep below the uniform, he would see on every man alike a clean shirt, and in every knapsack he would find the regulation number of articles. There was only one circumstance which no one could feel comfortable about. That was their foot-gear. More than half the soldiers had holes in their boots. But this deficiency was not due to any shortcoming on the part of their commanding officer, since in spite of his repeated demands the boots had not yet been granted him by the Austrian authorities, and the regiment had marched nearly a thousand miles.

Completing his resemblance to a man who was sitting for his portrait

CHAPTER I

Completing his resemblance to a man who was sitting for his portrait, Mr. Lorry dropped off to sleep. The arrival of his breakfast roused him, and he said to the drawer, as he moved his chair to it:

A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm, otherwise than as it has a tendency to throw him out of work. Mr. Lorry had been idle a lo and had just poured out his last glassful of wine complete an appearance of satisfaction as is ever to be found in an elderly gentleman of a fresh complexion who has got to the end of a bottle, when a rattling of wheels came up the narrow street, and rumbled into the inn-yard.

He set down his glass untouched. `This is Mam'selle!' said he.

In a very few minutes the waiter came in to announce that Miss Manette had arrived from London, and", happy to see the gentleman from Tellson's.

`So soon?'

Alter a pause, he added, again settling the crisp flaxen wig at the ears:

`It is very difficult to begin.'

He did not begin, but, in his indecision, met her glance.

The young forehead lifted itself into that singular expression--but it was pretty and characteristic, besides being singular--and she raised her hand, as if with an involuntary action she caught at, or stayed some passing shadow.

`Are you quite a stranger to me, sir?'

`I speak, miss, of twenty years ago. He married--an English lady--and I was one of the trustees. His affairs, like the affairs of many other French gentlemen and French families, were entirely in Tellson's hands. In a similar way I am, or I have been, trustee of one kind or other for scores of our customers. These are mere business relations, miss; there is no friendship in them, no particular interest, nothing like sentiment. I have passed from one to another, iii the course of my business life, just as I pass from one of our customers to another in the course of my business day; in short, I have no feelings; I am a mere machine. To go on---

Distant events do not wish to mention, simply because we will cherish it, once the life is not brilliant, just because it never bloom.

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"Kohane said."Father and mother are primary school students, they separated after graduating from junior high school when they meet again years later, when her mother at home farming because of the children grandmother, mother finished junior high school drop out the Dad has already graduated from college two years, the father back to the village to practice agriculture and forestry."In this way, they slowly exchanges, the two fall in love I was born two years after they married, Unfortunately, I was six years my father because the protection of new sterile seedlings were washed away and the In my impression, and my father very well the total love to laugh, whenever he comes back and gave me with delicious fun. father said, etc. I go to college, we went to his alma mater to see if I have a boyfriend he and my mother often went to the place to go, but ...... "rain cried."I will not let you alone." Prudential held me tight Kohane.Third, the"Kohane, your telephone." Said the little eve.The Kohane busy wipe eye Tao thank.The phone is a sincere call, the rain looked down, let the phone where the jump."Who is this phone, the rain Why do then?" Small Xi said as he picked up the phone."Suffer a thousand knives, do not answer. Put his aging mother I non-Masi he can not." Xi added.Phone used. "Kohane said.Small eve shock, stiff phone Kohane."Hey.""Are you okay? Just that song you listened to?""Just now, that song is your point?""Well, I just want to tell you I miss you.""I know." Kohane hung up the phone.The Kohane asleep, and the mouth slightly up and with a hint of smile. Maybe she dreamed of sincerity, and dream about where to take her to the Cheng.A sunny spring, some grass has been spit out new shoots, Kohane and integrity dependent on the top of the hill outside the city."Honesty, I dreamed last night I could not find you."Little fool, I will not leave you. ""If one day you ignore me, how do?""No, we never separate our love through a thousand years, but also continue to listen to a song to you."Kohane listen quietly."Good?""Ah.""Is a song called" Do not lose Forget "on the Legend, you know? Thousand years ago, you are a beautiful young lady, but I'm just a poor youth a chance encounter, love at first sight of us. Unfortunately, you impose parents to block, and we are not together. ""When I know you want to get married, my heart is broken. Me all day Chafanbusi head is full of your shadow. Next day, I am prepared to die but was an old man saved, he took me to the city and I know that you last night I die for love. I am very sad that the old man said, you die a lot of birds fly away to your home, and later some people say you are a lark fairy. ""There are a lot of people said that they always hear the sweet voice of a cliff, every time I go there to know I died." Cheng said."The place where?" Kohane asked."Here it, so we present and future together."Kohane woke up to realize that this is just a dream.Fourth, theInstant approaching graduation. Dajiadoumang ready to graduate design, finding a job. Kohane is not an exception."Honesty is sick." The message said aloud."Hush." ​​Little said."How can he?" Kohane asked."I have heard is acute gastritis, and now rest at home." Xi said."Oh, I know." Kohane said.Subsequently, we are busy with their own, no one care about."What?" Cheng asked."Look at you, do not welcome ah?" Kohane said."No, no, a warm welcome, I thought you did not come back." Cheng said."We have been a good friend, is not it?" Drizzle asked back."Of course yes, but I did hurt you." Cheng said."Nothing, we did not, but still thank you to accompany me across a period." Kohane said."You will find a better person than I am." Cheng said."You will." Kohane said with a smile.The rain was gone - turn on the TV, inadvertently, he heard "Mo lost forget. He said quietly, looking at the TV without saying a word, his heart suddenly hurt, his eyes more than a few drops of tears. He will head to look out the window.But all this was the mom in the eyes."You forget how to change the calendar - Yesterday is gone." She said."Yes, I'm too busy these days." Cheng said with a smile.

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Two classes Xiaoyu really can not stand the ravages of the English class

Two classes Xiaoyu really can not stand the ravages of the English class, to take advantage of the occasion of the class quietly slipped out of the classroom. The results go in a hurry, books forget to bring an hour before to think of it sitting in the library. He was ready to to Rollin call, after school let him put the book back to the hostel. Unexpectedly, just come up with the phone, the phone rang, I saw a fourth eldest. Xiaoyu thought, certainly nothing good.Hey, the library open book in addition to "buzzing" sound, so still with the mortuary, in order not to disturb the others, Xiaoyu strongly pressure at the end sound.Bad, unmasked, and hurry back! Fourth of actually pressing the throat cry, but you can still hear, over-excited voice tremble slightly.Your kid is not found that I skipped a mentally unbalanced, scaring it, not skipping it, what window east window ...Xiaoyu still talk, but very anxious over the phone fourth, and last night we did not dorm teacher, also reported a night out, the House leadership know that counselors are angry and have to remember greater thanWhat? , Xiaoyu is no small surprise, the courage to trouble in the 338 quarters, this not 太岁头上动土, it is indeed contrary to his expectation.In fact, the escape of the night and skipping from the nature of analysis is the same, no big deal. But for Xiaoyu it, in order to join the party can not be a demerit Besides, now that trouble the House leadership know, the impact seems to be not very good. Counselor is also on the evening back to the dorm, As Well! The Xiaoyu mental not convinced think it is a fuss.Counselor to my door a few to her office, I rushed to the classroom looking for you to discuss countermeasures, results to the classroom a look, only to find the fuck you are all skipped, and one not in the. Call the past, hey, sleep sleep, Internet access to the Internet, really Happy. But a few of them had come about, we are discussing it, you come quickly, the fourth was very anxious.Well, I'll be right there, where are you? Xiaoyu asked locations sides up.The third floor of the east side of the toilet!Hung up the phone, Xiaoyu go back to walking wonder, our 338 quarters reported a night out, it seems a bit weird. Throughout the dormitory who do not know the 338 quarters of our children is the most obedient, most do not love to look for a job. We always adhere to the human purpose is low-key life, high-profile work. The spiritual essence of the hostel is civilization. Night, we should learn from it several times, has learned all hematemesis, just give up. And the teachers, no more than we respect each teacher to our hostel to check sleep, we all kind reception and warm with. The teacher arrived in the dormitory door, rush full on whether to enter into must be strong to pull into. To the press bed, surrounded by five people, rushes rambling meal mad McCain, Rollins said the teacher handsome, small-Bu said the teacher jade tree, the fourth of said Maung Fan An, the second text like Yu, Guo This is not the plot discreet guy is lip service to say what is better than Liuxia, see the color can not afford to Italy, the heart no action. By the results of the old man does not boast, disoriented and out of quarters, can not distinguish between East and West, not to mention a few people in the dorm. Later the old man spiritual, and finally found the 338 quarters of the children literally "clever" and "cute", directly to the 338 quarters as to the exemption quarters. Later, I thought the old man, he does not seem to have so many advantages, it is shy, whenever from the 338 door after embarrassed Rao Zhaozou, the fourth of several chase out of quarters shouting, teachers do not go ah, come in and sit a while, and threaten The teacher turned and ran.Recently, however, came an old man seems to own an awesome and bombarded chaos; he does not eat sugar-coated bullets. He became the "Holdout" dormitory group claiming race Zhuge have stumbled, all of them helpless. But soon it was fourth of discovery, he loved to smoke. Human wealth, dead birds for food. People, there is always a weakness, people agree that this is his Achilles' heel. Not to check sleep, Nayan, a cigarette lighter, lips dangling from his hand, the ear also prepared by pumping. Needless to say, happily out of the 338 quarters. So this incident occurred the Xiaoyu very confused, and in the end who report secret?Libraries and academic buildings are only separated by a path out of the library across the lane is the teaching building. Xiaoyu three-step or two step onto the third floor and went straight to the toilet. I thought, this year Could and toilets become attached to the hostel from heaven away from the toilet nearly did not say, every time something happens to also run to the toilet.To the toilet, the second, fourth, Rollins and his five people, a lot of around a circle, rushes to debate no less.Xiaoyu asked the first one who did it?Fourth of teeth, if I know who did it, I ... I ...Rollins said that you want to eat, not to mention this, think about the immediate how to do still in the office of counselor really!Bu and Guo agreed.Each person's brain at the moment like a clockwork machine, rapid operation. After a fierce and rapid discussion, the final decision of the unison said Shangye machine. Xiaoyu said that the said reason: one can obtain the trust of the teacher, because the night flight a few people a go, but the Internet is very cheap, which is the Earth's people know. Second, we can cover up the we renting crimes.Six-member delegation, lined up before and after valiantly dash forward to the counselor positions, since we have countermeasures, there is no "winds blow Xi Yi Shuihan, a warrior to Come is not forever," the tragic, but filled with the pride of the People's Liberation Army crossed the Yalu River, the liberation of all mankind.Guo Angtou chest to boldly say, even if the counselor fire baptism, even heroic martyrdom, what more valuable than the six brothers sharing weal and woe?The heart Shazei, powerless to count for something, Yoshiya Yoshiya, suddenly pop out of a fourth of dumbfounding.Xiaoyu said, neither fish nor fowl, the Reform Movement Liujunzi know you you your life is not Tan's poetry non-Rowling laughed, "Hey, you do not say that the heroic martyrdom the taste of the true bit LiujunziTo the front of the office, stood still, no one was willing to do muzzle.Xiaoyu said that the fourth of your advanced?Why the hell? The fourth red neck said.Second child suddenly smart and said, you want to sacrifice the first person to immortalizing Lu Xiaodong as a revolutionary, but also that Dong Cunrui primary school textbooks are white learned, as well as ...Not waiting for the second child to finish, on the fourth of the top back.Xiaoyu said, Huang Jiguang no one to do ah? Good play by the rules, stone scissors cloth, who lost who advanced.After a Fan cruel race, the second dejected pushed open the door to gain access. Six uneven filed into the room became six Liujunzi bow shrunken neck turtle. Six people stood in a row of counselors and desk around the core, quickly into the encirclement, the first gas field pressure to the other side, but ginger, after all, the old lady. "Outrageous!" Loudly roar of a lion, the counselor out of the encirclement.Look, look more glorious, I took the class 8 night out, you 338 quarters accounted for six or undergraduate ah. Counselors hail of bullets burst of fire, six of them have been adhered to the strategic policy of maintaining the status quo, and always maintain sank so short-lived fad top live.Followed by counselor snapped the stack the night out in a single 往桌子上一 fall went on, yesterday held a million signature campaign "refused night out to eliminate the bad Internet", but one day you will hit to the muzzle, the handwriting of your signature still wet! Xiaoyu lucky, Rollins and they almost can not help but yesterday's signature six had a slip of the, who will be Signature?

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