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<p><font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: silver" color="silver"><p>"I suppose the money is not all there," suggested Mr. Wilson.</p><p>Like scattering clouds doth fleet a vernal dream;</p><p>Shandon said that he had just imprisoned himself; but what was he to do? How were they to retrace their steps? He felt his responsibility, and his hand grasped the telescope. The doctor, with folded arms, kept silent; he was contemplating the walls of ice, the medium altitude of which was over 300 feet. A foggy dome remained suspended above the gulf. It was at this instant that Bolton addressed his speech to the commander.</p><p>Pao-yü, however, did not in the least notice what she did, but inquired whether anything had happened the day before.</p><p>"I cannot wait," he replied, his tone changing to one of determination. "It is useless to urge it."</p><p>For fifty years Padre Passanha had lived at Iquitos, in the mission of which he was the chief. He was loved by all, and worthily so. The Garral family held him in great esteem; it was he who had married the daughter of Farmer Magalha?s to the clerk who had been received at the fazenda. He had known the children from birth; he had baptized them, educated them, and hoped to give each of them the nuptial blessing.</p><p>"If she is not too busy, I should like to see her as soon as these things are all taken away. I mean if she is not a stranger, and if she would like to see me."</p><p>Then he looked at me and said:</p><p>"That’s what I am told — by a jeweller."</p><p>"But over here, missy, between them two oaks. What do you please to see there, Miss Rema?"</p><p>Mr. Sidney Wilton was much struck by the appearance of Lady Roehampton. He tried to compare the fulfilment of her promise with the beautiful and haughty child whom he used to wonder her parents so extravagantly spoiled. Her stature was above the average height of women and finely developed and proportioned. But it was in the countenance—in the pellucid and commanding brow, the deep splendour of her dark blue eyes softened by long lashes, her short upper lip, and the rich profusion of her dark chestnut hair—that his roused memory recalled the past; and he fell into a mood of agitated contemplation.</p><p>"No sure; Suan no sure at all," she answered, looking at me calmly, as if there were centuries yet to spare. "Suan no hurry; shild no hurry; master no hurry: come last of all."</p><p></p><p>In fact, he did so well that on the 25th of July, in the afternoon, after having passed before the village of Parani-Tapera, the raft was anchored at the entrance of the Lake of Ego, or Teffe, which it was useless to enter, for they would not have been able to get out of it again into the Amazon.</p><p></p><p>"Well; I go as far as he goes, but he does not go so far as I go; that’s it."</p><p>He took the gate out of her hand, closed it, and placed the hand within his own arm, to walk with her to the house. It was done in a matter-of-fact, real sort of way; nothing of romance or sentiment hallowed it; but Barbara Hare felt that she was in Eden.</p><p>At the top of Baring Bay there is a narrow channel which puts Wellington and Queen’s Channel into communication with each other. There the rafts of ice lie closely packed. Hatteras tried, in vain, to clear the passes to the north of Hamilton Island; the wind was contrary; five precious days were lost in useless efforts. The temperature still lowered, and, on the 19th of July, fell to 26 degrees; it got higher the following day; but this foretaste of winter made Hatteras afraid of waiting any longer. The wind seemed to be going to keep in the west, and to stop the progress of the ship. However, he was in a hurry to gain the point where Stewart had met with the open sea. On the 19th he resolved to get into the Channel at any price; the wind blew right on the brig, which might, with her screw, have stood against it, had not Hatteras been obliged to economise his fuel; on the other hand, the Channel was too wide to allow the men to haul the brig along. Hatteras, not considering the men’s fatigue, resolved to have recourse to means often employed by whalers under similar circumstances. The men took it in turns to row, so as to push the brig on against the wind. The Forward advanced slowly up the Channel. The men were worn out and murmured loudly. They went on in that manner till the 23rd of July, when they reached Baring Island in Queen’s Channel. The wind was still against them. The doctor thought the health of the men much shaken, and perceived the first symptoms of scurvy amongst them; he did all he could to prevent the spread of the wretched malady, and distributed lime-juice to the men.</p><p>Chia Cheng after this, at length, was slightly composed in mind, and cheerful at heart; and having further invited dowager lady Chia and other inmates to go into the garden, he deliberated with them on, and made arrangements for, every detail in such a befitting manner that not the least trifle remained for which suitable provision had not been made; and Chia Cheng eventually mustered courage to indite a memorial, and on the very day on which the memorial was presented, a decree was received fixing upon the fifteenth day of the first moon of the ensuing year, the very day of the Shang Yuan festival, for the honourable consorts to visit their homes.</p><p>"Not e’en Hung Niang to the gauze window comes, any message to bring."</p><p>Barbara’s heart felt faint with its utter sickness, and she turned her face from the view of her husband. Her first confused thoughts were as Mr. Carlyle’s had been—that she had been living in his house with another wife. "Did you suspect her?" she breathed, in a low tone.</p><p>Linley had one instant left, in which he might have drawn, back into the library in time to escape Sydney’s notice. He was incapable of the effort of will. Grief and suspense had deprived him of that elastic readiness of mind which springs at once from thought to action. For a moment he hesitated. In that moment she looked up and saw him.</p><p>"I don’t understand what you mean," I replied to his highly zealous aspect, while the Major sat smiling dryly at my ignorance, which vexed me. "I have never received such a question before. Major Hockin, will you kindly answer him?"</p><p>This last act was accomplished cleverly. Two men, each with a remarkably hooked nose, stole away from the hubbub of the clamorous, and peering cunningly about, made their way to the side or tradesman’s entrance. A kitchen-maid answered their gentle appeal at the bell.</p><p>"Then we’ll wait till he does."</p><p></p><p>"What the deuce is a-gate now?" called out the followers of Mr. Carlyle. "That’s Levison! Has he been in a railway smash, and got drenched by the engine?"</p><p>"It is pleasanter for travelling. And had I chosen dark nights, Barbara could not have seen my signal from the trees," was the answer of Richard.</p><p>Scarcely had she closed the door upon herself and the tray when Sir Francis Levison appeared, equipped for traveling. "Good-bye, Isabel," said he, without further circumlocution or ceremony.</p><p>"If to feel is to be sentimental, I cannot help it."</p><p>"Very well."</p><p>Sympathy which expressed itself in this way was new to Syd. Her eyes opened wide in childish wonder — and suddenly closed again in childish terror, when her good friend the servant passed Mrs. Westerfield’s door on the way downstairs. "If mamma bounces out on us," she whispered, "pretend we don’t see her." The nice warm room received them in safety. Under no stress of circumstances had Mrs. Westerfield ever been known to dress herself in a hurry. A good half-hour more had passed before the house door was heard to bang — and the pleasant landlady, peeping through the window, said: "There she goes. Now, we’ll enjoy ourselves!"</p><p>"I’ll change in all this," Pao-yü added by way of rejoinder; "I’ll change in all this; and if there’s anything more be quick and tell me."</p><p>"I am unable to tell. I shall leave this town as soon as I am well enough."</p><p></p><p>Hatteras pointed out to the doctor on his map the route already taken, and the one he meant to follow. The position of the brig at the time was very interesting.</p><p>"No, Herbert."</p><p>"I shall never see Mr. Herbert Linley again."</p><p></p><p></p><p>Was he an Englishman or a Frenchman?</p><p>Hearing this reminder, Pao-yü felt constrained to drop the subject, much against his wishes, and old goody Liu forthwith thought of something else to tell them.</p><p>"No; we cannot have done that," replied Araujo; "and I maintain what I said — that the body of Torres is there, and that it is there because it has not been carried away, because it could not be drawn over the Bar of Frias, and because it will take many days before it rises to the surface and floats down the stream. Yes, it is there, and not a demijohn of tafia will pass my lips until I find it!"</p><p>But any further particulars, which you, reader may like to know, will be given in the following chapter; so listen to it.</p><p>"Well, in that case," added Pao-yü, "there are no fitter words to put on the tablet than the four representing: ‘The fragrance pure of the ligularia and iris.’ While the device on the scroll might be:</p><p>"If Chin Jung stays here," interposed Ch’in Chung sobbing, "I mean to go back home."</p></font></p>
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晚上，码工协会的大院内，一台汽车停滞，顾佰顺推门走了下来。</font></p>
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不远处，章明从主楼内走了出来，摆手冲着顾佰顺喊道：“过来，过来！”</font></p>
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“章叔，”顾佰顺弓着腰，快步迎了过去：“有什么急事吗？”</font></p>
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章明伸手抓住了顾佰顺的胳膊，一边带他往主楼内走，一边语速很快地交代道：“会长回来了，我找了个机会，跟他提了一下你，说了你家里的事。”</font></p>
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“谢谢章叔。”顾佰顺点头哈腰地回道。</font></p>
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“你听我说哈，谁照顾你，都不如你自己有能力照顾自己。”章明低声叮嘱道：“现在闸南，龙口的帮带都还没定呢，你是有机会的。这次会长见你非常重要，你得表现得亮眼一点。”</font></p>
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顾佰顺听到这话都懵了，有些忐忑地看着章明问道：“我……我哪能当帮带啊？章叔，这事我干不了啊！”</font></p>
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“谁踏马生出来就是帮带啊？这玩应不就得练嘛，得学嘛！”章明快步向前走着，压低声音继续说道：“即使不当帮带，你当个坐堂，当个把头，那也是有权力在手啊！有权力了，你还怕有人搞你吗？”</font></p>
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顾佰顺咽了口唾沫：“那……那我该怎么弄啊？！”</font></p>
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“会长喜欢有学历，有脑子的。”章明再次嘱咐道：“一会如果他要问你龙口区的事情，你一定主动跟他谈谈想法。可以说错，但不能结结巴巴的啥都说不出来。你不是学管理的吗？就把你那些专业看法，都谈一谈！但你要记住，如果会长有意思把你放在龙口，让你管事，你一定不要一口就答应下来，先推脱一下，就说自己能力不行，还要学习，剩下的你就不要管了。”</font></p>
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“哦，哦，好。”顾佰顺很紧张地回道。</font></p>
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“你记住了，一定要尽力去争取，我也可以帮你。”章明盯着顾佰顺的脸，很认真地说道：“你爸没了，你得想办法让自己行，这样才没人敢动你。”</font></p>
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“明白了，章叔！”</font></p>
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“嗯！”</font></p>
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说完，章明带着顾佰顺来到二楼，满脸笑意地推开了会长休息室的房门：“会长，佰顺来了。”</font></p>
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“嗯，你让他进来吧。”室内传来了景言的回应。</font></p>
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“去吧，去吧！”章明推了一下顾佰顺的后背：“记着我跟你说的。”</font></p>
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“章……章叔，我有点紧张。”</font></p>
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“快去！”章明推着他进屋，顺手关上了门。</font></p>
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顾佰顺站在宽敞的门口，深吸了一口气，才迈步走进了室内，看见景言坐在窗口的阳台上，正在摆弄着平板电脑。</font></p>
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“佰顺啊，过来坐。”景言招呼了一声。</font></p>
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“唉。”顾佰顺走进阳台，弯腰坐在了景言对面的小沙发上：“会长！”</font></p>
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“不用那么拘谨，你爸是协会元老，跟我父亲的关系也很好，如果要论起辈分来，我虽然比你大很多，但……你还得管我叫一声大哥呢。”景言抬头回道。</font></p>
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顾佰顺额头飙汗，紧张得似乎不知道该说什么。</font></p>
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景言打量着顾佰顺，轻笑着问道：“你毕业了吧？”</font></p>
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“毕业了。”顾佰顺点头回道。</font></p>
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“家里都好吗？”景言拿起了烟盒。</font></p>
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顾佰顺立即捡起桌上的打火机，在景言脸颊前面点燃：“我爸没了……我妈受了点刺激，最近生了几次病，但都是小毛病，不碍事的。”</font></p>
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景言看着顾佰顺略有些颤抖的手掌，低头点燃香烟，深吸了一口：“佰顺啊，我有个事，想听听你的意见。”</font></p>
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“您说会长。”</font></p>
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“如果，我让你去闸南当帮带，你愿不愿意啊？”景言非常突然地问了一句。</font></p>
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顾佰顺怔怔地看着景言，眼神非常慌乱，因为来之前章明并没有交代他如何回答这个问题。</font></p>
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室内灯光明亮，顾佰顺坐在沙发上，每一个细微的表情动作，都会被景言捕捉到眼中，完全没有秘密的心理活动可言。</font></p>
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双方沉默良久后，顾佰顺才硬着头皮回道：“会长，我恐怕干不了闸南的帮带，而且……我是支持魏哥接这个班的。”</font></p>
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景言跷着二郎腿，坐在沙发上，深吸了一口烟，眯眼看着顾佰顺，声音清冷地问道：“你是在跟我藏拙嘛？”</font></p>
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话音落，二人对视，景言的眼神凌厉且充满了进攻性。</font></p>
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“我……我不知道您说的是什么意思啊，会长！”顾佰顺表情不变地回道：“我是真的觉得魏哥可以当闸南帮带。他重义气，也仁义，最重要的是，他如果能上去，也能照顾照顾我们家，我信他。”</font></p>
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“他杀了你爸啊！”</font></p>
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“我根本不信，那都是徐虎做的局。”顾佰顺紧张兮兮地回道：“徐虎之前找过我，我也知道那个程刚就是买通的鬼，他们这么干，就是想让徐虎名正言顺地上位。”</font></p>
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“呵呵。”景言闻声一笑：“哦，原来你知道内情啊。”</font></p>
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“是。”顾佰顺看着他点头。</font></p>
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景言瞧着眼前这个二十岁出头的青年，心里有了两种判断：要么他是个胆小如鼠的懦夫，根本没有替父亲报仇的勇气；要么他就是一个有脑子，有城府，看不出深浅的人。</font></p>
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有了判断，景言心里也就有了决定。他放下平板电脑，轻声与顾佰顺交谈了起来。</font></p>
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……</font></p>
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半小时后，顾佰顺离开了景言的休息室，但却没有找到章明，反而是见到了对方的秘书。</font></p>
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“和会长谈得怎么样？”秘书问。</font></p>
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“挺好的，章叔算得真准，会长问的不少事，都是他提前告诉好我的。”顾佰顺擦了擦脸上的汗水。</font></p>
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“你章叔啊，就是心里惦记你，心疼你。”秘书轻笑着回道：“他是真的想让你上龙口管事。”</font></p>
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“是，他跟我说了。”</font></p>
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“呵呵，好好跟你章叔处，绝对错不了。”秘书拍了拍顾佰顺的肩膀，看似随意地说了一句：“哦，对了，上回你那俩花瓶，你章叔很喜欢啊！他让我问问你，你家里还有没有类似的古玩了？如果有的话，他愿意出钱买来一些。你是年轻人，对这玩应也不感兴趣吧？”</font></p>
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“有，还有！”顾佰顺立即点头，拉着对方说道：“走，我带你上家里挑去。”</font></p>
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“行，那我跟你去看看。”</font></p>
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当晚，秘书和顾佰顺一块回家了，他待了一个半小时，而顾同山生前密室内的宝贝，被拉走了足足三分之一。</font></p>
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……</font></p>
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余家。</font></p>
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余锦荣在电脑上接到了一封电子邮件，是有关于苏天御家庭背景情况的，但让他万万没想到的是，苏天御的档案里，竟被一区政治部门做了明确的污点标注。</font></p>
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九个字：建议政治上，永不录用！<br></font></p></body></html>