双城记: 掌上名著英语系列丛书

    本书的特点有：1、特别设有“背诵部分”，精选出了背诵与记忆要点，要求读者将此部分完全背熟； 2、将复杂且难以理解的句子用下划波浪线标出，并加以中文注释； 3、将难词标出并进行注释，省去查字典的麻烦；

    

    大多数学生在读完英文著之后却不能正确拼出书名、作者名与主要人物名，更不知道其中的经典名句。因此，思马得呼吁读者要走上正确的阅读之路，这套“引导式”的掌上名著便应运而生了。

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　　He had still the linstock of his ~ in his owr hand. He made a sadden exchange of the two instru-merits, and tuming on the worm-eaten stool and table beat them to pieces in a few blows.
　　'Hold the light higher[' ha said, wrathfully, to the turnkey. ' Look among those fragments with care,Jacques And see！ Here is my knife,' throwing it to him;' rip open that bed, and search the straw. Hold the light higher, you！'
　　With a menacing look at the turnkey ha crawled upon the hearth, and, peering up the chimney, struck and prised at its sides with the crowbar, and worked at the iron grating across it. In a few minutes, some mortar and dust came dropping down, which ha avert-ed his face to avoid; and in it, and in the old wood-ashes, and in a crevice in the chimney into which his weapon had slipped or wrought itself, ha groped withe a cautious touch.
　　 Nothing in the wood, and nothing in the straw Jacques?
　　 Nothing.
　　 Let us collect them together, in the middle of thecell. So[ Light them, you！
　　The turnkey fired the little pile, which blazed high and hot. Stooping again to come out at the low-arched door, they left it buming, and retraced their way to the court-yard; seeming to recover their sense of hearing as they came down, until they were in the raging flood once more.
　　They found it surging and tossing, in quest of De-farge himself,Saint Antoine was clarmorous① to have its wine-stop keeper foremost in the guard upon the
governor who had defended the Bastille and shot the people Otherwise,the governor would not be marched to the Hotel de Ville for judgment. Other-wise, the governor would escape, and the people's blood be unavenged.
　　In the howling universe of passion and oontention that seemed to encompass this grim old officer con-spicuous in his grey eaet and red decoration, there
was but one quite steady figure,and that was a wom-an See,there is my husband!'she cried,pointing him out.'See Defarge！'She stood immovable close to the grim officer, and remainde immovable close to him;remained immovable close to him through the streets,as Defarge and the rest bare him along;re-mained immovable close to him when he was got near his destination, and begon to be struck at fram benind; sen'Joined/rrrnovabie dose to him when the long-gatheing rain of stabs and blows fell heavy; was so close to him when he dropped dead under it, that, uddenly anirnated, she put her foot upon his neck, and with her cruelknife-long'ready-hewed off his head.
　　Tne hour was cone, whan Saint Antoine was to execute his horrible idea of hoisting up men for lamos to show what he could be and do, Saint Antoine' s blood was up, and the blood of tyranny and domination by the iron hand was down-down on the steps of the Hotel de Ville where the governor's body lay-downon the cole of the shoe of Madame Dafarge where she had trodden on the body to steady it for mutilation①.'Lower the lamp yonder!' cried Saint Antoine,afterglaring round for a new means of death;' hare is one of his soldiers to be left on guard!'The winging sentinel was posted, and the sea rushed on.
　　The sea of black and threatening waters, and of destructive upheaving of wave against wave, whese depths were yet unfathomed② and whoea forces were yet unknown.The remorseless③ sea of turbulently swaying shapes,voices of vengeance④, and faces hardened in tha furnaces of suffering until the touch of pity ceuld make no mark on them.
　　But, in the occen of faces where every fierce and furious expreeaion was in vivid life, there were two groups of faces-each seven in number-co fixedly
contrasting with the rest,that never did sea roll which lore more memorable wrecks with it.Seven faces of prisoners, suddenly released by the storm that had
burst their tomb,were carried high overhead:all scared, all lost, all wondering and amazed, as if the Last Day were come, and those who rejoiced around
them were lost spirits, Other seven faces there were,carried higher, seven dead faces,whose drooping eyelids and half-seea eyes awaited the Last Day.Im-
passive faces, yet with a suspended - not an SPolished-expression on them; faces, rathar,in a fearful pause, as having yet to raise the drooped lids of the eyes, and bear witness with the bloodless lips,'THOU DIDST IT！'
　　 Seven prisoners released, seven gory① heads On pikes②, the keys of the aseursea③ fortress④ of the eight strong towers,some disoovered letters and oth-
er memorials of prisoners of old time, long dead of broken hearts,-such, and such-like,the loudly echo-ing footsteps of Saint Antoine escort through the Paris
streets in mid-July, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine. Now, Heaven defeat the fancy of Lucie Damay, and keep these feet far out of her life! For,
they are headlong, mad, and dangerous; and in the years so long after the breaking of the cask at Defarge's wine-shop door, they are not eosily purifiedwhen once stcdned red.
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