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The wind was blowing and the fog seemed to be getting thicker. Ahead of me, I noticed some taillights. I shut off my high beams and slowed down, so as not to startle the car in front of me. Suddenly there was a squeal and tires peeling, from somewhere behind me. I looked in my mirror and saw a car flying like a bat out of hell. It was in the left lane (I was in the right) and it flew past me. I blew my horn to warn the car in front of me, but it was too late. Tires screeched as the speeding car smashed into the car in front of me.  It was a horrifying sound. The car in front of me rammed into a tree, and the speeding car spun around it and crashed into another tree somewhere ahead.  The road was too narrow to stop on. I drove past a little ways, to a point where I could stop, and rushed back. As I ran towards the crash, I heard the sickening sound of a horn, blowing constantly. I grew worried and doubled my pace. By the time I arrived, the horn had stopped. I headed to where the cars went off the road...but nothing was there. Not a trace of them. At first I thought they'd driven off; that the crash wasn't bad. But I hadn't seen them drive by.  I looked to the road where they first went off. There were skid marks, but they were faint; as if they were years old. What's more, the guardrail that they'd crashed through was intact; it looked almost brand new. Article/200902/62530

I think Christmas is one of the happiest times of the year. Everyone has a smile on their face, especially children. It’s such an exciting time for kids. They can’t wait to open their presents and play with all of their new games and toys. It’s a nice time for adults too. They can catch up with their families and relax. Traditionally, the mother of the family is busiest at Christmas. She does most of the Christmas shopping and wraps the presents. Of course, she also spends hours cooking Christmas dinner. Let’s not forget the true meaning of Christmas, though. It is not about shopping and Christmas trees and ‘Frosty the Snowman’. It’s all about love for each other and peace around the world. Let’s hope this message stays alive. Article/201104/130971

Bidding war for Daewoo Cars 轿车业巨头争购大禹汽车公司Daewoo cars are made and sold far and wide 大宇汽车在世界各地均有生产和销售 The world's leading carmakers have lined up to bid for Korea's Daewoo Cars, which is up for sale after the parent company got into financial difficulties. Ford, General Motors, and DaimlerChrysler are all hoping to take over the troubled Korean firm. DaimlerChrysler and Hyundai are bidding jointly for the troubled South Korean car maker Daewoo after announcing plans to tie up. Meanwhile, GM and Fiat announced a joint bid for Daewoo, with a promise to keep Daewoo's brand name, a commitment to full employment for Daewoo workers, and a promise to creditors to allow some of their bad debts to be converted into equity of the new company. Ford Motor Company, which aly owns a controlling stake in Japan's Mazda, is the third bidder. 世界上各大头号轿车制造商争相竞购因母公司陷入财政困难而被出售的韩国大宇汽车公司。福特、通用、戴米勒克莱斯勒均希望自己能接管这一陷入困境的韩国公司。戴米勒克莱斯勒和现代公司已宣布了合作计划,他们将联合收购大宇。同时,通用和飞亚特也宣布共同收购大宇,并许诺保留大宇商标、公司职员全员雇用、债权人的部分坏帐可转为新公司的产权等。已在日本马自达公司控股的福特公司是第三家竞购者。 Article/200803/31534

有声名著之双城记 Chapter05CHAPTER VIThe Shoemaker`GOOD DAY!' said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at he white head that bent low over the shoemaking. It was raised for a moment, and a very faint voice responded to the salutation, as if it were at a distance: `Good day!' `You are still hard at work, I see?' After a long silence, the head was lifted for another moment, and the voice replied, `Yes--I am working.' This time, a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner, before the face had dropped again. The faintness of the voice was pitiable and dful. It was not the faintness of physical weakness, though confinement and hard fare no doubt had their part in it. Its deplorable peculiarity was, that it was the faintness of solitude and disuse. It was like the last feeble echo of a sound made long and long ago. So entirely had it lost the life and resonance of the human voice, that it affected the senses like a once beautiful colour faded away into a poor weak stain. So sunken and suppressed it was, that it was like a voice under-ground. So expressive it was, of a hopeless and lost creature, that a famished traveller, wearied Out by lonely wandering in a wilderness, would have remembered home and friends in such a tone before lying down to die. Some minutes of silent work had passed: and the haggard eyes had looked up again: not with any interest or curiosity, but with a dull mechanical perception, beforehand, that the spot where the only visitor they were aware of had stood, was not yet empty. `I want,' said Defarge, who had not removed his gaze from the shoemaker, `to let in a little more light here. You can bear a little more?' The shoemaker stopped his work; looked with a vacant air of listening, at the floor on one side of him; then similarly, at the floor on the other side of him; then, upward at the speaker. `What did you say?' `You can bear a little more light?' `I must bear it, if you let it in.' (Laying the palest shadow of a stress upon the second word.) The opened half-door was opened a little further, and secured at that angle for the time. A broad ray of light fell into the garret, and showed the workman with an un-finished shoe upon his lap, pausing in his labour. His few common tools and various scraps of leather were at his feet and on his bench. He had a white beard, raggedly cut, but not very long, a hollow face, and exceedingly bright eyes. The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large, under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair, though they had been really otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked un-naturally so. His yellow rags of shirt lay open at the throat, and showed his body to be withered and worn. He, and his old canvas frock, and his loose stockings, and all his poor tatters of clothes, had, in a long seclusion from direct light and air, faded down to such a dull uniformity of parchment-yellow, that it would have been hard to say which was which. He had put up a hand between his eyes and the light, and the very bones of it seemed transparent. So he sat, with a steadfastly vacant gaze, pausing in his work. He never looked at the figure before him, without first looking down on this side of himself, then on that, as if he had lost the habit of associating place with sound; he never spoke, without first pandering in this manner, and forgetting to speak. `Are you going to finish that pair of shoes to-day?' asked Defarge, motioning to Mr. Lorry to come forward. `What did you say?' `Do you mean to finish that pair of shoes to-day?' `I can't say that I mean to. I suppose so. I don't know.' But, the question reminded him of his work, and he bent over it again. Mr. Lorry came silently forward, leaving the daughter by the door. When he had stood, for a minute or two, by the side of Defarge, the shoemaker looked up. He showed no surprise at seeing another figure, but the unsteady fingers of one of his hands strayed to his lips as he looked at it (his lips and his nails were of the same pale lead-colour), and then the hand dropped to his work, and he once more bent over the shoe. The look and the action had occupied but an instant. `You have a visitor, you see,' said Monsieur Defarge. `What did you say?' `Here is a visitor.' The shoemaker looked up as before, but without removing a hand from his work. `Come!' said Defarge. `Here is monsieur, who knows a well-made shoe when he sees one. Show him that shoe you are working at. Take it, monsieur.' Mr. Lorry took it in his hand. `Tell monsieur what kind of shoe it is, and the maker's name.' There was a longer pause than usual, before the shoe-maker replied: `I forget what it was you asked me. What did you say?' `I said, couldn't you describe the kind of shoe, for monsieur's information?' `It is a lady's shoe. It is a young lady's walking-shoe. It is in the present mode. I never saw the mode. I have had a pattern in my hand.' He glanced at the shoe with some little passing touch of pride. `And the maker's name?' said Defarge. Now that he had no work to hold, he laid the knuckles of the right hand in the hollow of the left, and then the knuckles of the left hand in the hollow of the right, and then passed a hand across his bearded chin, and so on in regular changes, without a moment's intermission. The task of recalling him from the vacancy into which he always sank when he had spoken, was like recalling some very weak person from a swoon, or endeavouring, in the hope of some disclosure, to stay the spirit of a fast-dying man. `Did you ask me for my name?' `Assuredly I did.' `One Hundred and Five, North Tower.' `Is that all?' `One Hundred and Five, North Tower.' 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PART THREE - A YOUNG WOMAN AT THORNFIELDCHAPTER THIRTEENMr. Mason is AttackedI woke up in the middle of the night to hear someone shouting. I jumped out of bed. It came from the top floor! What was happening? Then I heard the sounds of two people [-----1-----]."Help! Help! Help! Won't anyone help me?" yelled a man's voice. "Rochester! Rochester! [-----2-----]!"All the ladies and gentlemen woke up and opened their doors. "What's happening? Are there murderers in the house? Where's Rochester?" they cried."Here I am!" said Rochester, coming down the stairs. "It's all right. Don't be afraid, ladies. A servant has had a bad dream, that's all, and started shouting. There's nothing to worry about. Please go back to sleep." These words seemed to [-----3-----] everyone, so they went back to bed.But I knew that I had heard two people fighting. I dressed and waited in my room, in case Mr. Rochester needed me. Soon Thornfield Hall was quiet again. Then I heard someone outside my door."Are you awake, Jane?" said Mr. Rochester."Yes, sir, and dressed.""Good. I need your help. Bring a clean cloth with you." Quickly and quietly we went up to the top floor. Mr. Rochester opened one of the small black doors. "Does the sight of blood frighten you?" he asked."I don't think so," I said.We walked into a large, dark room with curtains hung on the walls. On one of the walls a curtain was pushed back. I saw a secret door that led into another room. From inside the room, I heard angry sounding noises. They sounded like an animal's but also like a human's. 填空 :1.fighting2.For God's sake3.calmVocabulary Focusin case...:假如,万一。(例如:In case it rains, I won't go there.万一下雨了,我就不去了。) Article/200905/68894

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