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on the ground and opened the top. A shiny little wet nose popped up. Then two fluffy paws. Next the box tipped over sideways, and out tumbled a mass of wiggly golden silliness.

Poppy was amazed. She wagged furiously. She barked with joy. She smiled, her tongue lolling out as she investigated the surprise. The little pup was not shy and immediately starting yipping and jumping around the older dog.

“That didn’t take long,” remarked Mom, as both dogs went roaring around the house in an impromptu game of chase. Dad laughed.

A few weeks later, the boy arrived home from university. He had missed Poppy and was looking forward to seeing her. When he bent down to give her a big hug, he fell over in surprise as a small golden cloud came racing up to lick his face too.

“Oh my gosh, who is this?” he exclaimed. His parents laughed at the look of shockon his face.

“That’s Pee-wee,” said Dad.

“I can’t believe you got yourselves a puppy!”

“We didn’t,” replied Mom. “This puppy is for Poppy!”














做者:咀罅·德·莫泊桑(Guy de Maupassant)



Madame Forestier had halted.

“You say you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?”

“Yes. You hadn't noticed it? They were very much alike.”

And she smiled in proud and innocent happiness.

Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took her two hands.

“Oh, my poor Mathilde! But mine was imitation. It was worth at the very most five hundred francs!...”




例2:Mr. Know-All一无所知师长教师

做者U浸廉·萨默塞特·毛姆(William Somerset Maugham)


“If I had a pretty little wife I shouldn't let her spend a year in New York while I stayed at Kobe,” said he.

At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr. Kelada. He reached out for his pocket book and carefully put in it the hundred-dollar note.





例3:The Last Leaf最初一片叶子

做者:欧·亨利(O. Henry)


“I have something to tell you, white mouse,” she said. “Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and — look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew?Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece — he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell.”





做者:约翰·下我斯华绥(John Galsworthy)


“That may be a bit flowery, as the sayin' is — but I know myself he was sittin' over his boots day and night, to the very last. You see I used to watch him. Never gave 'imself time to eat; never had a penny in the house. All went in rent and leather. How he lived so long I don't know. He regular let his fire go out. He was a character. But he made good boots.”

“Yes,” I said, “he made good boots.”

And I turned and went out quickly, for I did not want that youth to know that I could hardly see.




例5:The Nightingale and the Rose夜莺取玫瑰

做者:奥斯卡·王我德(Oscar Wilde)


“What a silly thing Love is!” said the Student as he walked away. “It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics.”

So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.



例6:The Happy Prince欢愉王子

做者:奥斯卡·王我德(Oscar Wilde)



“What a strange thing!” said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. “This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.” So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

“Bring me the two most precious things in the city,” said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.

“You have rightly chosen,” said God, “for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.”






例7:The Little Girl小女孩

做者:凯瑟琳·曼斯菲我德(Katherine Mansfield)


Then the dark did not matter; she lay still. “Here, rub your feet against my legs and get them warm,” said father.

Tired out, he slept before the little girl. A funny feeling came over her. Poor father! Not so big, after all — and with no one to look after him.... He was harder than the grandmother, but it was a nice hardness.... And every day he had to work and was too tired to be a Mr. Macdonald.... She had torn up all his beautiful writing.... She stirred suddenly, and sighed.

“What's the matter?” asked father. “Another dream?”

“Oh,” said the little girl, “my head's on your heart; I can hear it going. What a big heart you've got, father dear.”









例8:Feuille d'Album绘册的一页

做者:凯瑟琳·曼斯菲我德(Katherine Mansfield)



But now she was on her way home and he was as far off as ever....She suddenly turned into the dairy and he saw her through the window buying an egg. She picked it out of the basket with such care — a brown one, a beautifully shaped one, the one he would have chosen. And when she came out of the dairy he went in after her. In a moment he was out again, and following her past his house across the flower market, dodging among the huge umbrellas and treading on the fallen flowers and the round marks where the pots had stood....Through her door he crept, and up the stairs after, taking care to tread in time with her so that she should not notice. Finally, she stopped on the landing, and took the key out of her purse. As she put it into the door he ran up and faced her.

Blushing more crimson than ever, but looking at her severely he said, almost angrily: “Excuse me, Mademoiselle, you dropped this.”

And he handed her an egg.






例9:The Last Lesson最初一课

做者:阿我启斯·皆德(Alphonse Daudet)




Suddenly the church clock struck twelve. Then the Angelus. At the same moment the trumpets of the Prussians, returning from drill, sounded under our windows. M. Hamel stood up, very pale, in his chair. I never saw him look so tall. “My friends,” said he, “my friends,... I... I...”

But something choked him; he could not finish the sentence. He returned to the blackboard, took a piece of chalk, and wrote in large letters, “VIVE LA FRANCE.”

Then he stood leaning against the wall, unable to speak. He signed to us with his hand. “The lesson is over. You are dismissed.”




例10:A Horseman in the Sky空中骑士





“A horse. It was standing on yonder rock — pretty far out. You see it is no longer there. It went over the cliff.”

The man's face was white, but he showed no other sign of emotion. Having answered, he turned away his eyes and said no more. The sergeant did not understand.

“See here, Druse,” he said, after a moment's silence, “it's no use making a mystery. I order you to report. Was there anybody on the horse?”



“My father.”

The sergeant rose to his feet and walked away. “Good God!” he said.











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