2016年4月 的存档信息

Ser Ilyn the King’s justice

“Every time you look at him, he twitches,” the Bull told her as she walked beside his donkey. She did not answer. It seemed safer not to talk to anyone.  That night she lay upon her thin blanket on the hard ground, staring up at the great red comet nuskin. The comet was splendid and scary all at once. “The Red Sword,” the Bull named it; he c… (阅读全文)

pinioned them behind her

‘Good-morrow, Mrs. poole!’ said Mr. Rochester. ‘How are you? and how is your charge to-day?’ ‘We’re tolerable, sir, I thank you,’ replied Grace, lifting the boiling mess carefully on to the hob: ‘rather snappish, but not ‘rageous.’ A fierce cry seemed to give the lie to her favourable report: the clothed hyena rose up, and stood tall on its hind-… (阅读全文)