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Chapter one ：School in EnglandOne cold winter day，a little girl and her father arrived in London. Sara Crewel was seven years old，and she had long black hair and green eyes. She sat in the cab next to her father and looked out of the window at the tall houses and the dark sky.“What are you thinking about, Sara?”Mr. Crewe asked. “You are very quiet.”He put his arm round his daughter.“I am thinking about our houses in India，”said Sara .“And the hot sun and the blue sky. I don’t think I like England very much, father.”“Yes，it’s very different from India, ”her father said. “But you must go to school in London，and I must go back to India and work.”“Yes，father，I know，”said Sara. “But I want to be with you. Please come to school with me！I can help you with your lessons.”Mr. Crewe smiled，but he was not happy. He loved his little Sara very much，and he did not want to be without her. Sara’s mother was dead，and Sara was his only child. Father and daughter were very good friends.Soon they arrived at Miss Minchin’s School for girls and went into the big house.Miss Minchin was a tall woman in a black dress. She looked at Sara，and then gave a very big smile. “What a beautiful child！”She said to Mr. Crewel.Sara stood quietly and watched Miss Minchin. “What does she say that？”she thought.“I am not beautiful，so why does she say it？”Sara was not beautiful，but her father was rich. And Miss Minchin liked girls with rich fathers，because it was good for the school（and good for Miss Minchin，too）.“Sara is a good girl，”Mr. Crewe said to Miss Minchin. “Her mother was French，so she speaks French well. She loves books，and she reads all the time. But she must play with the other girls and make new friends，too.“of course，”said Miss Minchin. She smiled again. “Sara is going to Be very happy here，Mr. Crewe.”Mr. Crewe stayed in London for a week. He and Sara went to the shops，and bought many beautiful，expensive dresses for his daughter. He bought books，and flowers for her room，and big doll with beautiful dresser，too.Miss Minchin smiled，but she said to her sister Amelia. “All that money on dresses for a child of seven！She looks like a little princess，not a schoolgirl！”When Mr. Crewe left London，he was very sad. Sara was very sad，too. But she did not cry. She sat in her room and thought about her father on the ship back to India.“Father wants me to be happy，”she said to her new doll.“I love him very much and I want to be a good daughter，so I must be happy.It was a big，and very beautiful doll，but of course it could not answer.Sara soon made new friends in the school. Some little rich girls are not very nice children. They think they are important because they have money and lots of expensive things. But Sara was different. She liked beautiful dresses and dolls，but she was more interested in people，and books，and telling stories. She was very good at telling stories. She was a clever child，and the other girls loved to listen to her. The stories were all about kings and queens and princesses and wonderful countries across the sea. “How do you think of all those things？”asked her best friend，Ermengarde.“I have all these pictures in my head，”said Sara.“So it is easy to tell stories about them.”Poor Eemengarde was not clever. She could never remember any of her school lessons，and Miss Minchin was always angry with her.Sara often helped Errnengarde with her lessons.“Listen，Ermie.”she said. “You remember that French king，Louis the sixteenth. Well，this is a story about him. One day in1972…”And so Ermengarde learnt her lessons through Sara’s stories，and she loved her friends very much. But not everybody was Sara’friend. Lavinia was an older girl. Before Sara come，Lavinia was the richest and the most important girl in the school. But Sara’s father was richer than Lavinia’s father. So now Sara was more important than Lavinia，and Lavinia did not like that.“On，Sara is so clever！”Lavinia often said.“Sara is so good at French！Her dresses are so beautiful，and she can sing so well！And she is so rich！Of course Miss Minchin likes her best！”Sara did not answer when Lavinia said these things. Sometimes，it was not easy，but Sara was a kind，friendly girl，and she did not like to be angry with anyone.Chapter Tow：The diamond minesAnd so three years went by. Sara’s father wrote to her often，and Sara wrote loving little letters back to him. One day a very exciting letter arrived. Everybody in the school talked about it for days.“My friend，”wrote Mr. Crewe，“has some mines in northern India，and a month ago，his workers found diamonds there. There are thousands of diamonds in these mines，but it is expensive work to get them out. My friend needs my help. So，little Missus（this was Mr. Crewe’s special name for Sara），I am putting all my money into my friend’s diamond mines，and one day you and I are going to be very rich.”Sara was not interested in money，but a story about diamond mines in India was exciting. Nearly everybody was very pleased for Sara，but not Lavinia，of course.“Huh！”she said.“My mother has a diamond. Lots of people have diamonds. What is so interesting about diamond mines？”“But there are thousands of diamonds in these mines.”said Ermengarde. “Perhaps millionof them!”Lavinia laughed，“Is Sara going to wear diamond in her hair at breakfast，then？Or is it‘Princess Sara’now？”Sara’s face went red. She looked at Lavinia angrily，but said quietly，“Some people call me ‘princess’. I know that. But princess do not get angry or say unkind things，so I’m not going to say anything to you，Lavinia.”“To me，you are a princess，”Ermengarde said to Sara later.“And you always look like a princess，in your beautiful dresses.”Sara was a princess to another girl，too. This was Becky. She was a servant in Miss Minchin’s school，and she was only fourteen years old，but she worked all day and sometimes half the night. She carried things upstairs and downstairs，she cleaned the floors，she made the fires，and she was always tired and hungry and dirty. She and Sara had very different lives.But one day Sara came into her bedroom，and there was Becky，sleeping in a chair.“Oh，you poor things！”Sara said.Then Becky opened her eyes and saw Sara. She got up at once.“Oh，Miss！”she said.“I am very sorry，Miss！I just sat down for a minute an d…”“Don’t be afraid！” Said Sara. She gave Becky a friend smile. “You were tired. That is all.”“Are you，are you going to tell Miss Minchin？” asked Becky. She began to move to the door.“Of course not，”said Sara. “Ple ase do not run away. Sit down again for a minute. You look so tired.”“Oh，Miss，I can not！”Becky said. “You are very kind，Miss，but Miss Minchin.”“Please，”said Sara. She took Becky’s hand. “You are only a little girl，like me. Let us be friends.”And so Becky sat down again，and soon she and Sara were friends. Nobody knew about this，ofcourse. Rich little girls at Miss Minchin’s school did not make friends with servant-girls，and it was a wonderful thing for Becky.Nearly every day she and Sara met in Sara’bedroom，just for five or ten minutes. Becky was always hungry，and Sara often bought nice things for her to eat. They sat and talked，and sometimes Sara told Becky some of her stories. Becky loved that.“Oh，Miss，”she said.“You tell them so beautifully！Sometimes I like your stories better than things to eat.”And after those visits to Sara’s room，Becky always felt better not so tired，and not so hungry. Some months later Sara had her eleventh birthday. Lessons stopped for the afternoon and there was a big party for all the girls in the school.“This party is expensive for us，”Miss Minchin said to her sister Amelia.“But it looks good for the school.”That afternoon there was a visitor to the school，Miss Minchin’s lawyer. He went with Miss Minchin into her office and they closed the door. In the schoolroom next door there was a lot of noise from Sara’s party. Everybody in there was very happy.But in the office Miss Minchin was not happy. She looked at the lawyer angrily.“What are you saying？Mr. Crewe has no money？What about the diamond mines？”“There are no diamond mines.”Said the lawyer.“Well，there are mines，but there are no diamond in them.”“But Mr. Crewe’s good friend.”Began Miss Minchin.“Mr. Crewe’s good friend，”said the lawyer，“ran away with all Mr. Crewe’s money. Ralph Crewe was ill with a fever，and when he heard about this，he got worse. A week later，he was dead. “Dead！”cried Miss Minchin.“But what about his daughter Sara？And this expensive birthday party？”“Sara Crewe has no money，”said the lawyer.“Not a penny in the world，Miss Minchin. Not a penny.”“She must leave my school at once，”Miss Minchin said angrily.“She must go this afternoon！”“Where？”said the lawyer.“Out into the streets？An eleven-year-old girl？that is not going to look very good for your school，Miss Minchin.”Miss Minchin’s face went red.“You can not put her out in the streets，”said the lawyer. He stood up.“But perhaps she can work for you.”The lawyer left，and Miss Minchin called her sister Amelia.“Bring Sara Crewe here at once.”she said.Two minutes later，Sara in her beautiful blue party dress，stood in front of Miss Minchin.“Have you a black dress，Sara？”Miss Minchin said coldly.“Yes，Miss Minchin，”said Sara.“But it is very small.”“Go and put it on at once，”said Miss Minchin.“Your father is dead. There were no diamond mines，and your father’s friend ran away with all his money. You have nothing. Not a party.But I am going to be very kind to you. You can stay in my house，but now you must be a servant and work for your bread. You can sleep in a servant’s room upstairs，next to Becky’s room.Chapter Three：The new servant-girlThat evening，in the attic room，Sara sat on the bed in the old black dress. She did not cry，but her face was white and she did not move or speak for hours.Late at night the door opened quietly，and Becky looked in. Her eyes were red from crying.“Oh，Miss，”she said.“All the servant are talking about it. I am so sorry！”She looked at Sara’s white face，and began to cry again. Then she ran to Sara，and took her hand.At last Sara moved. Slowly，she turned her head and looked at Becky.“Oh，Becky.”she said.And that was all.That first night in the attic was very long.Sara did not sleep.“Father is dead.”she whispered，again and again.“Father is dead. I am never going to see him again.”The next morning，Sara’s new life began. She learnt to clean flowers and to make fires. She ran upstairs and down-stairs and she worked in the kitchen.The cook was a big woman with a red，angry face.“So，”she said，“the little rich girl with the diamond mines is now a servant，eh？”She looked at Sara.“Now，I am making apple pies this morning. Run down to the shops and get me some apple，And be quick！”So Sara ran to the shops，and carried a big bag of apples back to the house. Then she cleaned the kitchen floor，and carried hot water up to all the bedrooms.She worked every day，from early in the morning to late at night. She helped in the school，too.“You speak French well，”Miss Minchin said to her coldly. “So you can teach French to the younger children. But you are only a servant. Dot not forget that.”The first months of Sara’s new life were very hard. She was always tired and hungry，but she never cried. At night，in her little attic，she thought about her father，dead in India all those miles away.“I must be brave，”she said.“Father always wanted me to be brave. And I have a bed to sleep in，and something to eat every day. Lots of people do not have that.”At first Sara’s only friend was Becky. Every day Becky came into Sara’s room. They did not talk much，but it helped Sara a lot to see Becky’s friendly，smiling face.The girls in the school were sorry for Sara，but Sara was a servant now，and they could not be friendly with a servant. Lavinia，of course，was pleased.“I never liked Sara Crewe，”she told her friends.“And I was right about the diamonds there were not any.”Ermengarde was very unhappy. When she saw Sara in the school，Sara walked past her and did not speak. Poor Ermengarde loved Sara and wanted to be friendly，but she was not clever，and she did not understand.One morning，very early，she got quietly out of bed，went upstairs to the attic，and opened Sara’s door.“Ermengarde！”Sara said.“What are you doing here？”Ermengarde began to cry.“Oh，Sara，please tell me. What is the matter？”“Why don’t you like me now？”“I do like you，”Sara said.“Of course I do.But you see，everything is different now.Miss Minchin doesn’t want me to talk to the girls. Most of them don’t want to talk to me. And I thought，perhaps，you did not want t o…”“But I’m your friend！”cried Ermengarde.“I am always going to be your friend and nobody can stop me！”Sara took Ermengarde’hands. She suddenly felt very happy. Perhaps she cried a little，too. Who can say？There was only one chair，so the two friends sat on the bed. Ermengarde looked round the attic.“Oh，Sara，how can you live in this room？It is s o cold and…and dirty.”“It’s not so bad，”said Sara，“And I have got lots of friends. There is Becky in the next room，and come and see.”She moved the table under the window，and then she and Ermengarde stood on it and looked out of the window，over the roofs of houses. In her pocket Sara had some small pieces of bread. She put her hand out of the window，with the bread on it.“Watch.”she said.After a minute a little brown bird flew down to Sara’s hand and began to eat the bread. Then a second bird came，and the third，and a fourth.“Oh，Sara. How wonderful！”said Ermengarde.“They know I am their friend，”said Sara.“So they are not afraid. Sometimes they come into，too.”Ermengarde looked across the roof to the next attic window.“Who lives in that house？”she asked.“Nobody，”said Sara sadly.“So I never see anybody at the window，and I can only talk to the birds.”But one night，two or three weeks later，Becky came into Sara’s room. She was very excited.“Oh，Miss！”she said.“An Indian gentleman is moving into the house next door. Well，he is English，but he lived in India for years and years. And now he is going to live next door. He is very rich，and he is ill. Something bad happened to him，but I don’t know what.”Sara laughed.“How do you know all this？”she said.“well，Miss，you know the Carmichael family across the street？”Becky said.“I am friendly with their kitchen-girl，and she told me. Mr. Carmichael is the Indian gentleman’s lawyer，so they know all about him.”Chapter Four：Ram Dass and the moneyEvery morning，when Sara gave the birds their bread，she looked across to the attic window next door. But nobody opened it. Nobody called out“Good morning！”across the roof，or gave Sara a friendly smile.“Perhaps the Indian gentleman’servants all sleep down-stairs.”she thought sadly.Her life were very lonely now. She saw Becky every day，of course，but they did not have much time for talking. The cook and the other servants were not friendly. Sometimes，at night，Ermengarde came up to Sara’s room，but it was not easy for her to come often.Then one evening，Sara was in her attic when she heard a noise on the roof. She looked up and there at the open window was a small monkey.“Oh，you dear little thing！”cried Sara.At once，the monkey jumped down and began to run round the room.Sara laughed. She got up on the table and looked out of her window，and at the next window she saw a face the smiling face of an Indian lascar.“Oh，”cried Sara，“have you got a monkey？He is in my room.”The lascar’s name was Ram Dass，and yes，it was his monkey. He gave Sara a big smile.“I am so sorry，”he said.“Can I come and get him？”“Oh yes，please，”said Sara.“I think he is afraid of me. And he runs so fast. But can you get across the roof？”Yes，Ram Dass could，and a minute later he was in Sara’s room. Soon the monkey jumped into his arms，and Ram Dass thanked Sara again and again. Then he went away，across the roof，back into the house next door.Sara went to the shops five or six times a day，and when she walked pass the house next door，she often thought about the Indian gentleman. She felt sorry for him. He had no wife or family，and the doctor visited the house every day. Mr. Carmichael，the lawyer often visited，too，and sometimes the Carmichael children went with him.Sara was pleased about that.“It is nice to see friendly faces when you are ill.”she thought.The Indian gentleman thought that，too. He liked children very much，but he was a very unhappyman.Mr. Carmichael was his friend，and he talked to him a lot. But they talked about only one thing.“I must find the child，”said the Indian gentleman （his name was Mr. Carrrisford）.“I must find her and take care of her. But where is she？Here I am，with all this money from the diamond mines，and half of it is Ralph Crewe’s money.Oh，Carmichael，why did I leave my friend and run away when things looked bad？Why？“You ran away because you were ill with a fever，”said Mr. Carmichael.“It nearly killed you，remember？”“And it did kill poor Ralph，”said Mr. Carrisford.“He put all his money into the mines because I was his friend. But at first we did not find any diamonds，and all Ralph’s money was gone. I was afraid to tell him，so I ran away. And later，when we did find diamonds，Ralph was dead.”He laughed，angrily.“What a brave friend I was！”“It is not easy to be brave，”Mr. Carmichael said quietly，“when you are ill with a fever.”Mr. Carrisford looked into the fire.“Ram Dass tells me，”he said，“about a little servant-girl next door. The monkey ran away，and Ram Dass went across the roof to get him back from her room. The poor child sleep in a cold ，dirty attic，and works about sixteen hours a day. Is Ralph’s daughter living like that？I can’t stop thinking about it.”“We are going to find her one day.”said Mr. Carmichael.“But how？”said Mr. Carrisford. He put his head in his hands.“I never saw her. I don’t know her name！Ralph always called her his‘Little Missus’. We talked all the time about the mines. He never told me the name of her school. Her mother was French，so did he take her to a school in France？Or was in English？”“Well，we know there was a child at a school in Paris，”said Mr. Carmichael，“with the name of Carew or Crewe. Her father died suddenly，and a Russian family took her away with them，because she was a friend of their daughter. Perhaps the girl is Ralph Crewe’s child. Next week I am going to Moscow to look for her.”“I want to go with you，but I am not well，”said Mr. Carrisford.“I must find her，Carmichael. I must. Every night，in my dreams，I see Ralph Crewe’s face，and he says‘Tom，Tom，where is my little Missus？’And I have no answer for him.”Mr. Carrisford took his friend’s hand.“Help me to find her.Help me.”Winter came，with its short，dark days，and the attic rooms were very cold. There were no fires for servant girls，and often Sara and Becky could not sleep because of the cold. Sara was taller now，and her old black dress was very short. Her shoes were old，and she had no warm coat for the winter weather. She was thin，too. She did not get very much to eat，and she was always hungry.She carried big baskets of shopping through the rain and the snow. One day she found a sixpence in the snow，and she bought some hot new bread with it. Then she saw a child by the door of the shop. The child had no-shoes and no coat，and her face was blue with cold.“She is hungrier than I am.”thought Sara. And she gave her hot new bread to the child.When she got back to the school，Miss Minchin was angry.“Cook is waiting for you，Sara. Why are you late？”“I can’t walk quickly through the snow，”said Sara.“My shoes are old，Miss Minchin，and my feet get very cold.”Miss Minchin did not like to hear this.“Don’t speak to me like that！”she said.“I am kind to you.I am giving you a home，but you never say ‘thank you’to me.Sara looked at her.“You are not kind，”she said quietly.“And this is not a home.”On the stairs Sara met Lavinia. Lavinia looked at her and gave a little laugh.“Oh，here is Princess Sara，”she said，“in her old dress and her dirty shoes！”In the attic，Sara sat sown on the chair by her table.“I must be brave，”she whispered.“A princess is always brave，so I must be，too. But it is not easy.”She put her head down on her arms.“Oh，father，do you remember your Little Missus？Can you see me now？”And in the house next door，Mr. Carrisford sat by a warm fire. Moscow is a long way from London，and he could only wait，but he thought about Ralph Crewe’s child every day. He thought about other children，too.“Ram Dass，”he said.“How is that poor little servant-girl next door？Can we do something for her？“I see her in the street every day，”said Ram Dass.“In the rain，in the snow. She looks thin and hungry. But we can help her. I can easily get in through her attic window.Listen…”And he talked for some minutes.Mr. Carrisford smiled.“Yes，”he said to Ram Dass.“Yes，I like it. Let us do it.”Chapter Five：The magicOne night，a week later，Ermengarde got quietly out of bed and went upstairs to the attic. Sara was not there，so Ermengarde sat on the bed and waited. At ten o’clock Sara came slowly up the stairs and into the room.Ermengarde looked at her.“Oh，Sara！”she cried.“Are you ill？your face is white，and you look so tired！”“It was a hard day，Ermie，”said Sara.She sat down.“Miss Minchin was angry with cook. Then cook was angry with us. Becky and I had no dinner and no tea.”“Does that happen often？”said Ermengarde unhappily.“You never told me. Are you…are you hungry now？”Sara looked at her.“Yes，”she whispered.“Yes，I am. I would like to eat that table. I would like to eat you.”Ermengarde jumped up.“Sara，”she cried.“I had a box of things from home today. There is a big cake in it. I am going to get it now！You and Becky can eat it all！”Soon，Ermengarde was back. The three girls sat on Sara’s bed，and there were some happy smiles when Ermengarde opened her box and took out the cake.“Oh，miss，look at that！”said Becky.“You are kind，Ermie，”said Sara. She laughed.“It is magic，you know？When things are very bad，something nice always happens. Have we are，having a party！Ermengarde gave Sara and Becky some cake，and they began to eat. Suddenly，they stopped. There was a noise of feet on the stairs. They listened.“Oh no！”whispered Becky.“It is…it is Miss Minchin！““Yes，”said Sara.Her face was white again.Then the door opened，and Miss Minchin came in.“So Lavinia was right，”she said angrily，“Tea with Princess Sara！Becky，get back to your attic at once！”“Oh，please，Miss Minchin！”cried Ermengarde，“It was my cake，from home. We are only having a party.”“Go back to your room，Ermengarde，”Miss Minchin said coldly，“and take these things with you. And tomorrow”she looked at Sara，“there is no breakfast，no dinner，and no tea for you. Remember that！”Soon the attic were quiet again. Tired and hungry，the two servant-girls went to sleep. But after an hour or two Sara opened her eyes. Was it a noise from the window perhaps？“Something is different，”Sara whispered.“What is it？”She sat up in bed and looked round the room. She looked again and again，and her eyes were very big.The room was different very different. There was wonderful hot fire. There were new，warm blankets on her bed，and beautiful pictures on the walls.Sara slowly got out of bed.“Is this a dream？”she said.“Where did all these things come from？”She put out her hand to the fire.“No，it is not a dream. The fire is hot I can feel it. And oh！Look at the table！”There was a red cloth on the table，and cups and plates. There was hot tea，and wonderful things to eat，hot meat pies and sandwiches and cake，oranges and apples.Sara ran to Becky’s room.“Becky，”she whispered.“come quickly. The magic is here again. Come and look.”When Becky saw the room，she could not speak at first. Then she said，“Oh，Miss！What is it？How did all these things get here？”“I don’t know.”said Sara.“It’s magic. At first I thought it was a dream，but it isn’t. Look，these pies are hot. Let us eat them. Hot meat pies aren’t dream！”They sat down by the fire，and ate and drank.“Oh，these pies were good，Miss！”Becky said.“And the tea and the cake. I don’t understand magic，but I like it！”Sara looked round the room.“Oh，Becky，look！There are some books，too. I didn’t see them before.”She ran to look at them，and opened the top book.“There is some writing here！Listen. It says，‘To the little girl in the attic. From a friend.’Oh，Becky！”Sara closed the book and looked up. “I have a friend，Becky，”she said slowly.“Someone is my friend.”The next morning Becky met Sara in the kitchen.“Oh，Miss，”she whispered.“Was the magic there this morning？Or did it go away in the night？”“No，it’s still there，”Sara whispered back.“I ate some cold meat pie for breakfast. And the fire was still warm！”Becky laughed happily.“Oh my！Oh my！”she said.Miss Minchin could not understand it. When Sara came into the schoolroom，she looked happy and well. Miss Minchin wanted to see a white，unhappy face，and eyes red from crying.“How can that child smile？”she though angrily. But of course，she did not know about the magic.And the magic did not go away. Every evening，when Sara went up to bed，she found new things in the attic. There were more warm blankets，for her and for Becky. There were pictures on the walls；there were books，new shoes，and a winter coat. And beat of all，there was always a fire，and a wonderful hot dinner on table.“But where does it all come from？”Becky said one night when they sat by the fire.“Who does it，Miss？”“A friend does it，”said Sara.“A kind，wonderful friend. But he doesn’t want us to know his name.”They began to look at one of the new books，and then Becky looked up.“Oh，Miss，”she whispered.“There’s something at the window. What is it？”Sara got up to look. “It’s the monkey！”she said.“The monkey from next door.”She opened the window，and the monkey jumped down into her arms.“Oh，you poor little thing，”Sara said.“You are so cold！”Becky was very interested.“I never saw a monkey before，”she said.“He’s not very beautiful，Miss！What are you going to do with him？”“It’s very late now，”said Sara.“He can stay in my room tonight，and I can take him home in themorning.”Chapter Six：Lost and foundThe next morning，the first visitor to the house next door was Mr. Carmichael，back from Russia. But when he came into the house，his face was sad. Mr. Carrisford knew the answer at once.“You did not find her，”he said.“I found her，”Mr. Carmichael said.“But it was the wrong girl. Her name is Emily Crewe，and she is much younger than Ralph Crewe’s daughter. I’m very sorry.”“We must begin again，”said Mr. Carrisford unhappily.“But where？It is two years now. Two years！”“Well，she isn’t at a school in Paris.We know that.”Mr. Carmichael said.“Let’s look at the school in English now.”“Yes，”said Mr. Carrisford.“Yes，we can begin in London. There is a school next door，Carmichael.”“The little servant-girl from the attic is here，”he said to Mr. Carrisford.“With the monkey. He ran away again last night to her room. Would you like to see her？”“Yes，”said Mr. Carrisford.“Yes，I would. Bring her in.”And so Sara came into the room and stood in front of the Indian gentleman. She smiled at him.“Your monkey came to my room last night，”she said，“and I took him in because it was so cold.”Mr. Carrisford watched her face with interest.“That was kind of you.”he said.Sara looked at Ram Dass by the door.“Shall I give him to the lascar？”she asked.“How do you know he is a lascar？”said Mr. Carrisford.“Oh，I know lascar，”Sara said.“I was born in India.”Mr. Carrisford sat up suddenly.“In India？”he said.“But you are a servant at the school next door.”“Yes，I am now，”said Sara.“But I wasn’t at first.”The Indian gentleman looked at Mr. Carmichael，and then Mr. Carmichael looked at Sara.“What do you mean‘at first’，child？”he asked.“When father first took me to the school.”“where is your father？”said Mr. Carmichael.“He died，”said Sara very quietly.“His friend ran away with all his money，and there was no money for me. There was nobody to take care of me. So Miss Minchin put me in the attic and said I must work for my bread.”The Indian gentleman moved in his chair.“What was your father’s name？”he said.“Tell me.”Sara looked at him sadly .“Ralph Crewe，”she said.“He died in India from a fever，two years ago.”Mr. Carrisford’s face went very white.“Carmichael，”he whispered，“it is the child！the child！”That was an exciting day for many people. At first poor Sara did not understand. But Mr. Carmichael talked to her quietly and told her everything the true story about her father’s friend and the diamond mines，and the two years of looking for Ralph Crewe’s daughter.“And all the time，”she said later to Mr. Carrisford，when they sat by his fire，“I was in the house next door.”Tom Carrisford took her hand.“Yes，”he said.“And you are never going back there. Your home is with me now. I’m going to take care of Ralph’s Little Missus.”Sara laughed，happily.“And you were the friend，too. All those beautiful things in my attic came from you and Ram Dass，Becky and I thought it was magic！”The Indian gentleman smiled at her.“We were sorry for you，”he said.“Ram Dass can move very quietly，and he carried the things across the roof when you were out. I could not find Ralph’s daughter，but I wanted to help somebody. And then Ram Dass told me about this sad，lonely little servant-girl in the attic next door.”。
书虫系列_Little Women
1.Four sisters'Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents,' said Jo crossly.'It's so awful to be poor!' agreed Meg, looking at her old dress.'It's not right for some girls to have pretty things, and others to have nothing at all,' said little Amy.'We've got Father and Mother,' and each other,' said Beth gently.The four young faces round the fire cheered up as they thought of this, but then Jo said sadly,' We haven't got Father, and we won't have him for a long time.' She didn't say 'perhaps never,' but each silently thought it, remembering that he was away at the war in the South.Then Meg said,' Mother says we shouldn't spend money on presents when our men are fighting a war.''We can't expect anything from Mother or each other,' said Jo,' but we only have a dollar each, and that won't help the army much. Let's each buy ourselves what we want, and have a little fun. We work hard to earn it.''I do, teaching those awful children,' said Meg.' What about me?' said Jo, 'I'm shut up all day working for a terrible old lady, who gives me different orders every five seconds!''I think washing cups and plates and keeping things tidy is the worst work in the world,' said Beth. 'My hands get too tired to play my music.''I have to go to school with girls who laugh at my dresses and say cruel things because my father isn't rich,' said Amy.'I wish we had the money Father lost when we were little, Jo,' said Meg.'I wish I was a boy,' said Jo.' Then I could go and fight beside Father!'Meg was sixteen and very pretty, with large eyes and soft brown hair, and white hands. Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall and thin. Her long, dark－red hair was usually pushed up out of the way. Beth was thirteen, a very shy girl who seemed to live in a happy world of her own. Amy was the youngest, but thought herself to be the most important. She had blue eyes, and yellow hair which curled on to her shoulders.At six o'clock, Beth put a pair of slippers by the fire to warm and Meg lit the lamp. Amy got out of the comfortable chair without being asked, and Jo forgot how tired she was and held the slippers closer to the fire.'These are old, she said. 'Mother needs a new pair.''I'll get her some with my dollar,' said Beth.'No, I shall!' cried Amy.'I'm the oldest—'began Meg.'I'm the man of the family now Father is away, and I shall buy them,' said Jo.'Let's each get her something and not get anything for ourselves,' said Beth.'That's a kind idea!' said Jo.' What shall we get?'Everyone thought for a moment, and then Meg said, 'I'll give her a nice pair of gloves.''The best army slippers, said Jo.'Some handkerchiefs,' said Beth.'A little bottle of perfume,' said Amy. 'It won't cost much, so I'll have some money left to buy something for me.''We'll let Mother think we're getting things for ourselves, and then surprise her,' said Jo.Mrs. March arrived home soon after. She took off her wet things and put on her warm slippers. Meg made the tea, Jo brought wood for the fire, Beth was quiet and busy, and Amy gave orders.I've got a letter from Father!' cried Mrs. March.It was a letter to cheer them up, and the special message for the girls came at the end: Give them all my love and a kiss. I think of them every day. I know they will be loving children to you, and that when I come back, I will be prouder than ever of my little women.A tear dropped off the end of Jo's nose.Amy hid her face on her momer's shoulder. 'I'm selfish,' she cried, 'but I'll try to be better.''We all will!' cried Meg. 'I think too much about the way I look, and hate to work, but I won't anymore.''And I'll try to be a “little woman”,' said Jo, 'and not be rough and wild.'Beth said nothing, but she began to work hard at a blue army glove she was making.So the four girls decided that they would all try very hard to be good. They would never be cross, or lazy, or selfish-and they would all help each other. They talked over their plan that evening, while they made sheets for Aunt March. Then at nine o'clock they stopped to sing a song. Beth played the old piano, and Meg and her mother led the singing. Jo always sang in the wrong place, but the girls never got too old to sing together.2. A Happy ChristmasJo was the first to wake up on Christmas morning, but soon they were all awake and they went downstairs.'Where's Mother? 'asked Meg.'I don't know,' said old Hannah. She had lived with the family since Meg was born, and was more like a friend than a servant.' Some poor woman came to the door and your mother went off to see what was needed.''She'll be back soon,' said Meg. She looked at the presents for her mother which were in a basket under a chair, ready to bring out at the right time.' Where is Amy's bottle of perfume?'She went to put some pretty paper round it, I think,' said Jo.Suddenly, they heard the outside door close.'Here's Mother! Hide the basket, quick!' said Jo.But it was Amy. She came in quickly.'Where have you been, and what's that behind you?' asked Meg.'I ran to the shop and changed the little bottle of perfume for a big one,' said Amy. 'I spent all my money to get it, and I'm not going to be selfish anymore!' Meg smiled proudly and put her arms around her sister. Then there was another bang from the outside door, and the basket was pushed back under the chair. The girls ran to the table, ready for their breakfast.'Happy Christmas, Mother!' they shouted.'Happy Christmas, little daughters!' said Mrs. March.Then the smile disappeared from her face.' Girls, listen. Not far away is a poor woman, Mrs. Hummel, with a new baby. Her six children are in one bed, trying to keep warm, as they have no wood for a fire. There is nothing to eat and they are hungry and cold. Will you give them your breakfast as a Christmas present?For a minute no one spoke. Then Jo said, 'Mother, I'm so glad you came back before we began to eat!'And the girls quickly began to put their breakfast in a basket.'I knew you would do it,' said Mrs. March, smiling.She took the girls and Hannah to a cold, miserable little room in an old building, where they found a sick mother, a crying baby, and a group of children with white, frightened faces. The children were on the bed under a blanket, trying to keep warm.The woman almost cried with happiness when she saw the girls. Hannah, who had brought wood, made a fire. Mrs. March gave the mother tea and hot food, and then she dressed the little baby gently. The girls put the children round the fire and fed them like hungry birds.It was a very happy meal, although the girls ate none of it. But no one was happier than those hungry young ladies who gave away their breakfast on Christmas morning.Mrs. March was surprised and pleased when she saw her presents later. There was a lot of laughing and kissing and explaining. Then, for the rest of the day, the girls were busy. Jo liked to write plays, and the four of them were going to act one that evening. They had learned their words, and had worked hard to make strange andwonderful clothes for all the different characters in the play.On Christmas night, some other girls came to watch. At first, there was a lot of whispering and laughing from the four sisters behind the curtains. Then the curtains were opened and the play began.It was an exciting story about Hugo (acted by Jo wearing a black beard!), beautiful Zara and brave Roderigo. There were also two ghosts, a cruel king, and a tall castle made of paper and wool-which unfortunately fell down just as Roderigo and Zara were escaping from it. There were screams of laughter from everyone, but the actors picked them up and carried on through more dangers and mysteries until the happy ending was reached.All the visitors loved the play, and after the excitement and fun came a surprise for everyone.'Would the young ladles like to stay for supper?' asked Hannah.And when the girls saw the supper table, they could not believe their eyes! There was ice-cream, cake, fruit, and French chocolate! And in the middle of the table were flowers for each of the four actors.'Where did it all come from?' asked Amy.'From Father Christmas, perhaps?' said Beth.'Mother did it,' said Meg.Aunt March sent it,' said Jo.'You're all wrong,' laughed Mrs. March. 'Old Mr. Laurence sent it!''The Laurence boy's grandfather?' said Meg. 'But we don't know him.''Hannah told his servant about your breakfast party, and that pleased him,' said Mrs. March. 'He knew my father many years ago, and he sent me a note this afternoon, asking if he could send my children a few small Christmas presents.' 'The idea came from that boy, I know it did!' said Jo. 'I'm sure he wants to know us, but he's shy, and Meg won't let me speak to him when we pass him in the street. She says that it's not at all polite for young ladies to introduce themselves to strangers.'You mean the people who live in the big house next door, don't you?' said one of the other girls. 'My mother knows old Mr. Laurence. She says he keeps his grandson in the house when the boy isn't riding or walking with his tutor, and makes him study very hard. We invited the boy to our party but he didn't come.' 'That boy needs to have some fun,' said Jo.3.The Laurence boy'Look!' said Meg, excitedly, a day or two later.She waved a piece of paper at Jo. 'An invitation to a New Year's party at Sallie Gardiner's house, and it's for both of us. Mother says we can go, but what shall we wear?''Our best cotton dresses,' said Jo, 'because we haven't got anything else Yours is as good as new, but mine has a burn and a hole in the back.'Then you must keep your back out of sight,' said Meg. 'I'll have a new ribbon for my hair, and my new slippers. And my gloves are all right.''Mine are stained, so I’ll have to go without.''You must wear gloves to a dance, Jo!’ cried Meg.'Then we'll each wear one good one and carry a bad one,' said Jo.Meg looked worried. 'All right, but you will behave nicely, won't you? Don't stare, or put your hands behind your back.'On New Year's Eve, the two younger sisters watched the two older girls get ready for the party. There was a lot of running up and down, and laughing and talking. Meg wanted some curls around her face, so Jo began to work on the papered ends of Meg's hair with a pair of hot tongs.'Should they smoke like that?' asked Beth.'It's the wetness drying,' said Jo.'What a strange burning smell!' said Amy.'I'll take the papers off now,' said Jo, 'and you'll see lots of little curls.She took the papers off-and, to her horror, the burnt hair came off with them!'Oh, oh! What have you done to my hair!' cried Meg.'I always get things wrong,' said Jo unhappily. 'I'm so sorry. I suppose the tongs were too hot.'Don't worry,' Amy told Meg, who was crying. 'Just tie your ribbon so that the ends come on to your forehead a little, and it will look quite fashionable.' At last, Meg and Jo were ready and went off to the Gardiners' house where Mrs. Gardiner welcomed them kindly. Meg immediately began to enjoy herself with Sallie, but Jo wasn't interested in girlish talk and stood with her back carefully against wall, watching the dancing. Soon Meg was asked to dance, then Jo saw a big red-haired boy coming towards her and she quickly went through a door into a small room. Unfortunately, another shy person was already hiding there and she found herself looking at the Laurence boy'.'Oh dear, I didn't know any one was here!'Jo said.The boy laughed. 'Don't go. I came in here because I don't know any people, but I think I've seen you before,' he said, 'You live near us, don't you?''Next door, said Jo. 'We enjoyed your nice Christmas present.''My grandfather sent it, Miss March.''But you gave your grandfather the idea, didn't you, Mr. Laurence?I'm not Mr. Laurence, only Laurie,' he said.'And I'm not Miss March, only Jo,' she said. 'Do you like parties?'Sometimes,' he answered. 'I've been abroad a lot recently, and I don't know how you do things here.''Abroad!' said Jo. 'Oh, did you go to Paris?''We went there last winter.''Can you speak French?' she asked.He said something in French, and Jo listened carefully. 'You asked, “Who is the young lady in the pretty slippers?” It's my sister, Meg, and you knew it was! Do you think she's pretty?''Yes,' he said.' She looks so fresh and quiet.'This pleased Jo very much, and soon the two of them were talking easily, like old friends. 'I hear you're always studying hard,' said Jo. 'Are you going to college soon?' 'Not for a year or two,' he said. 'I'm sixteen next month, and I won't go before I'm seventeen.''I wish I was going to college, said Jo.'I hate even the idea of it!' said Laurie.Jo wanted to know why, but he looked so serious that instead of asking she said,' Why don't you go and dance?''I will if you'll come too,' he answered.'I can't because----' Jo stopped.'Because what?''You won't tell?''Never!''I've a bad habit of standing near a fire, and I burn my dresses,' said Jo. 'I have to keep still so that no one will see the burn on this one. Laugh if you like.' But Laurie didn't laugh. 'Never mind that, ' he said gently. 'Please come.'Jo smiled. 'All right,' she said. 'Thank you.'When the music stopped, they sat down and began to talk, but Jo saw Meg waving at her. She went over and followed her sister into a side room.'I've turned my foot over and hurt my ankle,' said Meg. 'I can't walk on it, and I don't know how I'm going to get home.''I'm not surprised you turned your foot over in those stupid high shoes,' said Jo. 'You'll have to get a carriage or stay here all night.''A carriage will cost a lot,' said Meg, 'and I can't stay here for the night because the house is full. I'll just rest until Hannah comes to fetch us, then do the best I can.' 'They're going in for supper now,' said Jo. 'I'll stay with you.'No, run and bring me some coffee,' said Meg.Jo found the coffee, but immediately dropped some down the front of her dress. She was cleaning it off with Meg's glove when a friendly voice spoke to her.'Can I help?' said Laurie. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a plate with a cake on it in the other.'I was trying to get something for Meg, 'said Jo.'And I was looking for someone to give this to,' he said. He fetched more coffee and a cake for Jo, and then the three of them had a happy time talking together until Hannah arrived. Meg completely forgot about her foot and stood up quickly. Shecried out with pain, and when Laurel saw that she could not walk, he immediately offered to take them home in his grandfather's carriage.'But you can't want to go home yet,' said Jo.'I always go early,' said Laurie.He sat with the driver, and the two girls sat with Hannah inside the carriage and talked excitedly about the party.'I had a wonderful time, did you?' said Jo.'Yes, until I hurt myself,' said Meg. 'Sallie’s friend, Annie Moffat, has asked me to go and stay with her for a week in the spring, when Sallie does.'Jo told Meg her adventures, and then they were home. They thanked Laurie and went quietly into the house, hoping to wake no one. But as soon as they opened their bedroom door, two little voices cried out: 'Tell us about the party! Tell us about the party!'4.The house next door'It's so nice to go to parties and drive home in carriages.' said Mea, the next morning. 'Other people live like that all the time and I wish we could. I wish we were rich.''Well, we're not,' said Jo.' So we must do our work with a smile, the way Mother does.'Mr. March had lost most of his money helping a friend. When the two older girls discovered this, they wanted to do something to earn some money for the family, and as soon as they were old enough, they found work. Meg got a job teach ing four small children. It was hard for her to be poor because she could remember the time when their home had been beautiful, with everything they wanted. And every day at Mrs. King's house she saw pretty dresses, and heard talk of parties and the theatre-all the things which Meg loved.Jo went to Aunt March, who needed someone to fetch and carry things, and read to her. She was a difficult old lady who complained a lot, but Jo did her best.Beth was much too shy to go to school with other children, so she studied at home with her father. When he went away, and her mother was busy with war work, Beth continued to study by herself and helped Hannah keep the home tidy for the others. She also spent long, quiet hours alone, talking to her dolls or playing the old piano. Beth loved music and, although the family could not afford music lessons or a good piano for her, she tried hard to make herself a better musician.Amy drew the most beautiful pictures and wanted to be a famous painter one day. She was a favorite with everyone, except when she complained about having to wear her cousin's old clothes because her mother could not afford to buy new ones for her.One afternoon a week or two later, Jo went outside to clear the snow away from some of the garden so that Beth could walk there when the sun came out. She looked across to the house next door-a big stone house with lovely things inside that Jo occasionally saw through the open curtains at the windows. But it seemed a lonely, lifeless kind of house, as no children played outside, no motherly face smiled at the windows, and not many people went in and out, except the old gentleman and his grandson.She had not seen the Laurence boy lately and wondered if he was away, but suddenly she saw him looking out of an upstairs window .She threw up a handful of soft show and called out, 'Are you ill?'Laurie opened the window. 'I’m almost better, thank you,' he said. 'I've had a bad cold.''What do you find to do?' said Jo.'Nothing,' he said.' They won't let me.''Why don't you get someone to come and see you?''I don't know anyone.''You know us,' said Jo.'So I do!' laughed Laurie. 'Will you come, please?''I'll come if Mother will let me. I'll go and ask her. Shut the window and wait until I come.'Laurie was excited and began to get ready for Jo's visit. He brushed his hair and tried to make his room tidy. Soon after, he heard voices downstairs, then a surprised servant ran up to his room.There's a young lady to see you, sir,' she said.A moment later, Jo appeared with a box in one hand and Beth's three small cats in the other. 'Mother sends her love,' she said. 'Meg asked me to bring some of her cake, and Beth thought you would like to play with her cats. Isn't she funny?' Laurie laughed 'How kind you all are,' he said.'Shall I read to you?' said Jo.'I'd rather talk,' he said.'I can talk all day,' said Jo, smiling. 'Beth says I never know when to stop.''Is Beth the one who stays at home?''Yes, that's Beth. She's a good girl.''The pretty one is Meg, and the curly-haired one is Amy, is that right?' he said.'Yes. How did you know?'Laurie's face became red. 'I hear you calling to each other, and you always seem to be having so much fun. Sometimes, in the evenings, you forget to close your curtains and I can see you sitting round the fire with your mother. I haven't got a mother.'Jo saw the sadness in his eyes. 'Why don't you come over and see us? Would your grandfather let you?''Perhaps, if your mother asked him,' said Laurie. 'He spends a lot of time among his books, and Mr. Brooke, my tutor, doesn't live here. So I haven't anyone to go out with. Do you like your school?''I don't go to school. I go out to work-to my aunt's,' said Jo. She described the difficult old lady and made him laugh with her stories. She told him all about her sisters, the plays they acted, and their hopes and fears for their father. Then they talked about books, and Jo discovered that Laurie loved them as much as she did.'Come and see our library,' he said. 'Grandfather is out, so you needn't be afraid.''I 'm not afraid of anything,' replied Jo.He took her down to a room where the walls were covered with books and pictures.'You should be the happiest boy in the world!' said Jo, sitting in a big armchair and looking round.'A person can't live on books,' he said.Suddenly, a bell rang.Jo jumped up out of the chair. It's your grandfather!' she said.'What if it is?' said Laurie, with a smile. 'You're not afraid of anything, remember?''Perhaps I am a little bit afraid of him,' said Jo.The servant came in at that moment. 'The doctor is here to see you, sir,' she saidto Laurie.'Can I leave you for a minute or two, Jo?' he said.'Yes, I'm very happy here,' said Jo.He went away and Jo was staring at a large picture of the old gentleman when the door opened again without turning, she said, 'I won't be afraid of him, because he's got kind eyes, although his mouth looks hard and cold. He's not as handsome as my grandfather, but I like him.''Thank you,' said a deep voice behind her.She turned quickly-and saw old Mr. Laurence!Jo's face turned a bright red and she wanted to run away. But the old man's eyes looked kinder than those in the picture and seemed to have a smile in them.'So you're not afraid of me, eh?' he said.'Not much, sir.''But I'm not as handsome as your grandfather?''Not quite, sir.''But you like me.' He laughed and shook hands with her.'Now, what have you been doing with my grandson?''Trying to cheer him up, sir,' said Jo. 'He seems a bit lonely.''Then come and have some tea with us.'Laurie was very surprised to see Jo with his grandfather, but was soon talking and laughing happily with Jo. The old man watched the two young people and noticed the change in his grandson. 'She's right,' he thought. The boy does need cheering up.'After tea, they went into a room where there was a large and beautiful piano.'Do you play?'Jo asked Laurie.'Sometimes,' he answered.'Play now. I want to hear it so I can tell Beth.'So Laurie played and Jo listened. Afterwards, Mr. Laurence said, 'He plays quite well, but I want him to do well in more important things. Now, I hope you'll come again.' He shook hands with her. 'Goodnight, Jo.'Laurie walked to the door with her. 'He doesn't like to hear me play,' he said.'Why not?' said Jo.'I'll tell you one day,' he said.When Jo told the family of her afternoon's adventures, they all wanted to go and visit the big house.'Mother, why doesn't Mr. Laurence like to hear Laurie play the piano?' asked Jo.'Laurie's father married an Italian lady, a musician,' said Mrs. March. 'The old man didn't like her, and never saw his son after they were married. Laurie was born in Italy, but his parents died when he was a child, and his grandfather brought him home. Laurie loves music and I expect his grandfather is afraid he'll want to be a musician like his mother.'Laurie should be a musician if he wants to be,' said Jo. 'Sending him to college will just make him unhappy.'5. A surprise for BethLaurie and the four girls were soon great friends. Mr. Brooke complained to the old gentleman that his student was always running across to see the Marches.'Let him have a bit of a holiday,' said Mr. Laurence. 'He can catch up with his studies later.'What good times they had! Writing and acting plays, happy evenings at the Marches, and little parties at the big house. Only Beth was too shy to go there. When Mr. Laurence heard about Beth's shyness, he came to have tea with their mother one day, and began to talk about music and great singers he had heard. Beth found it impossible to stay in her corner and came to listen.'Laurie hasn't much time for his music, 'Mr. Laurence told Mrs. March, 'so the piano is not used very often. Would any of your girls like to play it sometimes? They needn't see or speak to anyone, and I'll be in my study.' He got up to go. 'But if they don't wan t to come…'At this moment, a little hand touched his own. It was Beth's. 'I-I want to come,' she said, her voice shaking. 'Very much.''You're the musical girl,' said Mr. Laurence, gently.'I'm Beth. Yes, I love music, and I shall come.'The next day, Beth waited until the old and the young gentlemen both went out, then she ran across to the big house and found her way to the room with the beautiful piano. As soon as she began to play, she forgot her fears immediately in the delight which the music gave her.After that, Beth went every day. She never knew that Mr. Laurence often opened his study door to hear her playing, or that Laurie stood in the hall to keep the servants away from the shy little girl. But she was so grateful that she asked her mother and sisters to help her make the old gentleman a pair of slippers. After several days careful sewing, the slippers were finished. Then Beth wrote a short letter and, with Laurie's help, left it with the slippers in the old man's study one morning, before he was up.The next day, Beth went out for a walk, and when she came back the others were waiting for her. 'Here's a letter for you, Beth!' they called out. 'Come and read it!'She hurried to the house and they took her into the front room. 'Look there!' everyone was saying at once. Beth looked-and got the biggest surprise of her life! For there stood a lovely little piano, with a letter on the top of it, addressed to: ‘Miss Elizabeth March'.'You-you read it, Jo,' whispered Beth. 'I can't.'So Jo opened the letter and began to read.'Dear Miss March,' she read, 'I have had many pairs of slippers but none which have pleased me so much as yours. I should like to thank you for your kindness by sending you something that once belonged to my little granddaughter, who died. With many thanks. I am your good friend, James Laurence.'Jo put an arm around her sister. 'Now try it, Beth,' she said.Beth sat down and began to play, and everyone thought it was the most perfect。
书虫英语好句摘抄100句
书虫英语好句摘抄100句以下是100句书虫英语好句摘抄，供参考：1. "You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me."2. "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one."3. "Reading is dreaming with open eyes."4. "Books are a uniquely portable magic."5. "A good book is an event in my life."6. "Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body."7. "The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go."8. "You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them."9. "The only thing you absolutely have to know is the location of the library."10. "A room without books is like a body without a soul."11. "I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set,I go into the other room and read a book."12. "I can't imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once."13. "There is no friend as loyal as a book."14. "Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the mostaccessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers." 15. "I love the way that each book—any book—is its own journey. You open it, and off you go…"16. "The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of the past centuries."17. "Books are a uniquely portable magic."18. “Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.”19. “So many books, so little time.”20. “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”21. “When I have a little money, I buy books; and if I have any left, I buy food and clothes.”22. “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”23. “Books are the mirrors of the soul.”24. "You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend."25. "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one."26. "The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page."27. "Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home."28. "The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries."29. "Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled 'This could change your life'."30. "A book is a dream that you hold in your hands."31. "To read is to voyage through time."32. "Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers."33. "A good book is an event in my life."34. "Once you have read a book you care about, some part of it is always with you."35. "The world was hers for the reading."36. "I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me."37. "There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book."38. "Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back."39. "The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books."40. "Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance ofgenerations and nations."41. "A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe."42. "I think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to make sense."43. "I’ll be in the Library…"44. "In books, I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own."45. "When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young."46. "Books were my pass to personal freedom."47. "Books are a finer world within the world."48. "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one."49. "A man may as well expect to grow stronger by always eating as wiser by always reading."50. "Books are like imprisoned souls till someone takes them down from a shelf and frees them."51. "Books are the mirrors of the soul."52. "Except a living man, there is nothing more wonderful than a book!"53. "The only way to do all the things you’d like to do is to read."54. "I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library."55. "As long as we do not have to justify our lives, we will continue to be surrounded by art/style, by books that suggest much more than they can say, by echoes that betray a far greater music."56. "One must always be careful of books and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us."57. "We read to know we're not alone."58. "You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children."59. "What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it."60. "There is no friend as loyal as a book."61. "We live for books."62. "When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it… and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied, and it is all one."63. "The difference between 50 and 500,000 words.”64. "I cannot live without books."65. "Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry."66. "I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set,I go into the other room and read a book."67. "Once you learn to read, you will be forever free."68. "Books are the best of things, well used; abused, among the worst."69. "Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home."70. "Books: a beautifully browsable invention that needs no electricity and exists in a readable form no matter what happens."71. "A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe."72. "Books are the mirrors of the soul."73. "Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body."74. "You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one."75. "Books are friends who never fail me."76. "Read, read, read. Just don’t read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different styles."77. "A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading."78. "The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books."79. "Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations."80. "I love the way that each book—any book—is its own journey. You open it, and off you go…"81. "The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night."82. "A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting."83. "You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend."84. "Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers."85. "I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."86. "Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled 'This could change your life'."87. "A book is a dream that you hold in your hands."88. "To read is to voyage through time."89. "Books were my pass to personal freedom."90. "The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page."91. "Books are like imprisoned souls till someone takes them down from a shelf and frees them."92. "The only way to do all the things you’d like to do is to read."93. "I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library."94. "As long as we do not have to justify our lives, we will continue to be surrounded by art/style, by books that suggest much more than they can say, by echoes that betray a far greater music."95. "One must always be careful of books and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us."96. "We read to know we're not alone."97. "You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children."98. "What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it."99. "There is no friend as loyal as a book."100. "We live for books."。
书虫英语读书笔记摘抄
书虫英语读书笔记摘抄一、好词好句摘录1. 励志与哲理* No pains, no gains. 一份耕耘，一分收获。
* Where there is a will, there is a way. 有志者，事竟成。
* A good beginning is half done. 良好的开端是成功的一半。
* Confidence in yourself is the first step on the road to success. 自信是走向成功的第一步。
* Success belongs to the persevering. 坚持就是胜利。
* There is no royal road to learning. 书山有路勤为径，学海无涯苦作舟。
2. 生活感悟* Eat to live, but live not to eat. 人吃饭是为了活着，但活着不是为了吃饭。
* A friend in need is a friend indeed. 患难见真情。
* All that glitters is not gold. 闪光的不一定都是金子。
* Birds of a feather flock together. 物以类聚，人以群分。
* Promise is debt. 一诺千金。
3. 情感表达* I was in love——oh, so much in love. 我坠入了情网——哦，很痴迷。
* Surprised by the answer to this mystery. 对这起神秘事件的答案大感意外。
* Take it easy, Commander. 别太在意，司令。
4. 环境描写* There is ivy all up the wall of the house. 屋外的墙上爬满了常青藤。
* They saw the dark smoke over Africa, and here and there, through the smoke, the red, angry fires. 他们看到了非洲上空的黑烟，以及黑烟下面到处肆虐着的愤怒的火红烈焰。
书虫中的好句50个英语
1.I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you. 我爱你，不是因为你是一个怎样的人，而是因为我喜欢与你在一起时的感觉。
2.No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is ,won't make you cry. 没有人值得你流泪，值得让你这么做的人不会让你哭泣。
3.The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them. 失去某人，最糟糕的莫过于，他近在身旁，却犹如远在天边。
4.Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. 纵然伤心，也不要愁眉不展，因为你不知是谁会爱上你的笑容。
5.To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world. 对于世界而言，你是一个人；但是对于某人，你是他的整个世界。
6.Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you. 不要为那些不愿在你身上花费时间的人而浪费你的时间。
7.Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. 爱你的人如果没有按你所希望的方式爱你，那并不代表他们没有全心全意地爱你。
2020年英语书虫系列的好词好句摘抄有翻译的
英语书虫系列的好词好句摘抄有翻译的Whatthedevilisthematter?（搞什么鬼？）HereIam,sir,asIpromised!（我来了，先生，我说过我要来的！）Tothedevilwithyou.（见鬼去吧）Howdareyouspeakofhertome?（你怎么竟敢对我说起她）Really,Becky，howcanIknow?（说真的，我怎么知道）Don′tmakemesufferlikethis!（别让我这样受苦）There′snoneedtogetexcited.（没有必要激动）Butplease,Ibegyoutobefriendswithhimnow.（但求求你，我岂求你现在跟他做朋友）Ihavebeentooweakwithher.（我对她一直太纵容了）Iamwildwithanger.（我气疯了）Youdon′tewhenyou′rewanted,andnowyouewhenyou′renotwanted!（需要你的时候你不来，不需要你的时候你倒来了）Iwantnofurtheradvicefromyou.（我不再想听你 ___）Inolongerthinkofherasmysister.（我不再认她这个妹妹）I′mnotgoingtobesoftwithher.（我不会对她来软的）He′sdyingofloveforyou.（他会因为爱你而被折磨死的）Whatatrickyouplayedonhim!（你对他施了什么花招）Youcanjudgeforyourself.（你可以自己判断）Withthedevil′shelpIwillmakeyouswallowthis.(看在魔鬼的份儿上,我要让你把它吞下去)HeismoremyselfthanIam.Oursoulsarethesame!(他比我还是自己!我们心心相印)Willtheshockbetoomuchforher?(这会不会对她太突然了?)I′vethoughtofyoumorethanyou′vethoughtofme.(我想你要比你想我多)Youknowyourwordswillburnforeverinmymemoryafteryouhaveleftme .（你明白在你离开我之后，你的话仍将会烙印在我的记忆中）的摘录.模板,内容仅供参考。
书虫系列摘抄好句好段英文版
The greatest happiness I could imagine was being engaged to Dora, I dared not hope that one day we would be married.
两会结成夫妻
我只是呆呆地盯着他的女儿朵拉看，为她的美貌出神，嘴里说不出半句话，在这一瞬间我坠入了爱河。
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All I remember was Dora’s golden hair, and Dora’s blushing face, and Dora’s beautiful blue eyes.
我全部的记忆就是朵拉的金发、朵拉红扑扑的脸蛋、朵拉美丽的蓝眼睛
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Sometimes I thought she liked me a little, and at other times I was sure she would never love me. I was wildly, desperately in love.
时而，我想她有点喜欢我，时而又肯定她不可能爱上我。我疯狂地、绝望地爱上了她
牛津书虫系列《大卫-科波菲尔》好句摘抄
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Istill considered she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I thought I was in love with her.
我仍然认为她是我见过最美丽的女孩，我想我爱上了她
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No words can describe the horror I felt, when I realized what my life was going to be like from now on.
当我意识到我的生活从此之后便是这般模样，我就产生了一种不可名状的恐惧
小公主英文版好词好句摘抄
小公主英文版好词好句摘抄一、主人公与身份1. little princess （小公主）2. daughter （女儿）3. king’s only child （国王唯一的孩子）4. orphaned (父母双亡的)二、性格特点1. kind-hearted （善良的）2. gentle （温柔的）3. curious （好奇的）4. brave (勇敢的)5. determined (决心坚定的)三、日常生活和教育1. castle （城堡）2. governess (家庭女教师）3. etiquette (礼仪)4. reading and writing (阅读和写作)5. dancing and singing (跳舞和唱歌)四、主题和故事情节1. adventure (冒险)2. intrigue (阴谋)3. loyalty (忠诚)4. love (爱情)5. self-discovery（自我发现）五、名言警句1. “I am a princess. All girls are.”2. “I am a princess not because I have a prince, but because my father is a king.”3. “If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.”4. “Let us live happily, in the palace, with no cares.”5. “I am never lonely, for I have many friends and they are all the things I have read about.”。
书虫小公主总结英文
书虫小公主总结英文英文回答：The novel "The Princess and the Bookworm" by Philippa Gregory is a captivating historical fiction that follows the remarkable journey of Jacquetta of Luxembourg, a brilliant and unconventional young woman, as she navigates the turbulent landscape of 15th-century England.Orphaned at a young age and thrust into the care of her ambitious aunt, Jacquetta yearns for a life beyond the confines of her family's expectations. With an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, she delves into the world of books, becoming an avid reader and scholar.As she matures, Jacquetta's intelligence and spirit draw the attention of powerful men. She is betrothed to the wealthy and influential Duke of Bedford, a marriage that would secure her future but stifle her intellectual pursuits. Torn between duty and desire, Jacquetta must makea difficult choice that will shape the rest of her life.Throughout the novel, Jacquetta faces numerous challenges and obstacles. She is often seen as an outsider, a woman who defies the conventions of her time. Through her resilience, courage, and unwavering determination, she overcomes adversity, earning the respect and admiration of those who initially dismissed her.In addition to her personal journey, "The Princess and the Bookworm" provides a vivid portrayal of life inmedieval England. Gregory meticulously recreates the social, political, and cultural landscape of the era, offering readers a glimpse into a world vastly different from our own.中文回答：书虫小公主。
英语书虫读物好词好句摘录
英语书虫读物好词好句摘录2. Never say die! It is a piece of cake.永远不要气馁，这很简单。
3. Where there is a will, there is a way .有志者，事竟成。
4. A young idler, an old begger.少壮不努力老大徒伤悲。
5. A good beginning is half done.良好的开端是成功的一半。
6. A good beginning makes a good ending.善始者善终。
7. All roads lead to Rome.条条大路通罗马。
8. A man cannot spin and reel at the sane time一心不能二用。
.9. An hour in the morning is worth too in the evening.一日之计在于晨。
lan starts with spring.一年之计在于春。
10.A year’s p11.Better late than never.不怕慢，就怕站。
12.Creep before you walk.循序渐进13.Easier said than done.说得容易，做的难。
14.Kill two bird with one stone.一箭双雕15.Let sleeping dog lie.别惹麻烦16.Love me ,love my dog.爱屋及鸟17.It’s never to late to mend过而能改，善莫大焉，亡羊补牢，犹未晚也.18.Time flies.光阴似箭19. Think twice before you do.三思而后行20. You never know what you can till you try.是驴是马，拉出来溜溜21. Far from eye ,far form heart.眼不见，心不烦。
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书虫系列小公主英文版好句
The Bookworm series of the Little Princess in English is filled with beautiful phrases and captivating storytelling that will charm readers of all ages. From the first page to the last, the enchanting adventures of the Little Princess will keep you hooked and turning the pages.
One of the most memorable lines from the series is, 'In the kingdom of books, I am the ruler of my own imagination.' This sentence perfectly captures the essence of the Little Princess, who finds solace and joy in the magical world of books. It reminds us of the power and freedom that reading brings, allowing us to escape into different worlds and become anything we want to be.
Another heartwarming phrase from the series is, 'The Little Princess had a library for a heart, and books for her best friends.' This sentence beautifully portrays the Little Princess's relationship with books. It emphasizes her deep love for reading and how books have become her trusted companions. It also encourages the readers to cherish the books they have and embrace the knowledge and wonder they hold within their pages.
As the Little Princess embarks on various adventures, she
learns valuable life lessons along the way. One of the most impactful sentences in the series is, 'Happiness is not found in the pages of a book, but in the moments we create with the ones we love.' This line reminds us that while books are magical, true happiness lies in the connections we make with others. It encourages us to appreciate the present moment and cherish the relationships we have, rather than solely seeking solace in the world of books.
The Bookworm series of the Little Princess in English is not just a delightful collection of stories; it is a celebration of the power of literature and the joy of reading. Through the enchanting phrases and captivating storytelling, readers are reminded of the magic that lies within books and the importance of imagination and connection in our lives. So, grab a copy of the Little Princess and get ready to embark on a journey filled with wonder, wisdom, and the love for reading.。