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2013年1月13日星期日
鍒鎴戣蛋 Never let me go_051
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After days of this I started to think more solidly. If the pencil case hadn't come from Miss Geraldine, where had it come from? She might have got it from another student, but that was unlikely. If it had belonged to anyone else first, even someone years above us, a gorgeous item like that wouldn't have gone unnoticed. Ruth would never risk a story like hers knowing the pencil case had already knocked around Hailsham. Almost certainly she'd found it at a Sale,coach canada outlet. Here, too, Ruth ran the risk of others having seen it before she'd bought it. But if--as sometimes happened, though it wasn't really allowed--she'd heard about the pencil case coming in and reserved it with one of the monitors before the Sale opened, she could then be reasonably confident hardly anyone had seen it.
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After days of this I started to think more solidly. If the pencil case hadn't come from Miss Geraldine, where had it come from? She might have got it from another student, but that was unlikely. If it had belonged to anyone else first, even someone years above us, a gorgeous item like that wouldn't have gone unnoticed. Ruth would never risk a story like hers knowing the pencil case had already knocked around Hailsham. Almost certainly she'd found it at a Sale,coach canada outlet. Here, too, Ruth ran the risk of others having seen it before she'd bought it. But if--as sometimes happened, though it wasn't really allowed--she'd heard about the pencil case coming in and reserved it with one of the monitors before the Sale opened, she could then be reasonably confident hardly anyone had seen it.
Unfortunately for Ruth, though, there were registers kept of everything bought at the Sales, along with a record of who'd done the buying. While these registers weren't easily obtainable--the monitors took them back to Miss Emily's office after each Sale--they weren't top secret either,cheap pink foamposites. If I hung around a moni
2013年1月9日星期三
The Subtle Knife濂ョ鍖曢_156
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"What did it look like, when he was attacked?" Will said. To her surprise he was sitting forward, his eyes demanding and urgent.
"He…" She tried to remember exactly. "He started counting the stones in the wall. He sort of felt all over them… But he couldn't keep it up. In the end he sort of lost interest and stopped. Then he was just still," she finished, and seeing Will's expression she said, "Why?"
"Because… I think maybe they come from my world after all,link, the Specters. If they make people behave like that, I wouldn't be surprised at all if they came from my world. And when the Guild men opened their first window, if it was into my world, the Specters could have gone through then."
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"Well," he said, "I don't suppose it would have made any difference. He was torturing the old man, and once he knew how to use the knife he'd have killed both of us if he could,cheap jordan shoes. We had to fight him."
"I just feel bad about it, Will. I mean, he was their brother. And I bet if we were them, we'd have wanted the knife too."
"Yes," he said, "but we can't go back and change what happened. We had to get the knife to get the alethiometer back, and if we could have got it without fighting, we would."
"Yeah, we would," she said.
Like Iorek Byrnison, Will was a fighter truly enough, so she was prepared to agree with him when he said it would be better not to fight; she knew it wasn't cowardice that spoke,
"What did it look like, when he was attacked?" Will said. To her surprise he was sitting forward, his eyes demanding and urgent.
"He…" She tried to remember exactly. "He started counting the stones in the wall. He sort of felt all over them… But he couldn't keep it up. In the end he sort of lost interest and stopped. Then he was just still," she finished, and seeing Will's expression she said, "Why?"
"Because… I think maybe they come from my world after all,link, the Specters. If they make people behave like that, I wouldn't be surprised at all if they came from my world. And when the Guild men opened their first window, if it was into my world, the Specters could have gone through then."
"But you don't have Specters in your world! You never heard of them, did you?"
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"Well," he said, "I don't suppose it would have made any difference. He was torturing the old man, and once he knew how to use the knife he'd have killed both of us if he could,cheap jordan shoes. We had to fight him."
"I just feel bad about it, Will. I mean, he was their brother. And I bet if we were them, we'd have wanted the knife too."
"Yes," he said, "but we can't go back and change what happened. We had to get the knife to get the alethiometer back, and if we could have got it without fighting, we would."
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2012年12月30日星期日
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But those dudes inside of the chopper were harshing that chick major.
The Kourier pulls his personal phone out of its holster, jacks into RadiKS Central Command, and punches a big red button. He calls a Code.
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2012年12月18日星期二
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"Please don't do that," said Shadow, politely.
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"I don't know," said Shadow. "I don't think there is a word for it."
"All of America has it, a little," said Czernobog. "That is
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"Please don't do that," said Shadow, politely.
"Please don't do that,chanel," mimicked Czernobog. "One day I will take my hammer and do much worse than that to you, my friend, remember?"
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So the three days passed, with much coming and going between the multitude of boats and the Zaal. And then came the evening of the second roping. The hall was more crowded than before, if that was possible. Lyra and the Costas got there in time to sit at the front, and as soon as the flickering lights showed that the place was crammed, John Faa and Farder Coram came out on the platform and sat behind the table. John Faa didn't have to make a sign for silence; he just put his great hands flat on the table and looked at the people below, and the hubbub died.
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So the three days passed, with much coming and going between the multitude of boats and the Zaal. And then came the evening of the second roping. The hall was more crowded than before, if that was possible. Lyra and the Costas got there in time to sit at the front, and as soon as the flickering lights showed that the place was crammed, John Faa and Farder Coram came out on the platform and sat behind the table. John Faa didn't have to make a sign for silence; he just put his great hands flat on the table and looked at the people below, and the hubbub died.
"Well," he said, "you done what I asked. And better than I hoped. I'm a going to call on the heads of the six families now to come up here and give over their gold and recount their promises. Nicholas Rokeby, you come first."
A stout black-bearded man climbed onto the platform and laid a heavy leather bag on the table.
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2012年12月8日星期六
When the Sanyo company told me it was planning to close its television-assembly plant in Forrest Cit
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