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"She was married to an officer in India long ago and she had a life of physical adventure as exciting as her poetry. Her husband could cross rivers, using crocodiles (鳄鱼) as stepping stones. He died when she was only thirty-nine. Unwilling to exist without him, she took her life, leaving a son in England."I stared at the paper, (36) reading, couldn’t help thinking.Crocodiles are lazy animals as a rule, but they can (37) like lightning when they want to. And they don’t mind hurrying (38) they’re hungry. There used to be lots in Indian rivers, living on fish mostly, but what’s a little fish (39) a fifteen-toot crocodile They are people, fisherman or anyone else delicious enough to get too near; women doing the (40) or children playing at the water’s (41) . A hungry crocodile’s mouth (42) over a meal with a sound like a gunshot. A big fellow can (43) in a man in two bites.That woman’s husband crossed rivers (44) from one crocodile’s back to the next. I believe it. It had to be done (45) before the creature could see what was happening. It wasn’t (46) a brave, active man, and no doubt he improved with practice. He could never look (47) while crossing.The wife used to watch him—I felt (48) of that. She lived (49) the adventure with the (50) excitement of it all. Their real life was with tigers, snakes... It’s no wonder she wrote (51) poetry.Then he (52) . I imagined how she felt. Was there another man (53) him in India, in the world She was still young, hardly a sitting-room widow (寡妇). "I must (54) , too." She said to herself. So she did what she felt she had to do. A (55) probably, to her head. But her young son, their son Was her love for him nothing compared to her husband Well, what do you think 40().
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I feel very excited at the thought that in another week I shall be with you again on holiday. I have enjoyed my stay in England very much indeed. Mr. Brown and classmates are nice to me, but, as they say in England, "There’s no place like home," and I think you feel this above all at Christmas time. I am leaving here early on Thursday, the 23rd, and I shall arrive in Basle on Friday morning, so I shall be home somewhere about lunchtime. Can you meet me at the station, as I shall have a lot of luggage In some of my earlier letters I have told you all about the other students here, well, I want to ask my Polish friend Jan to come and spend Christmas with us. Will that be all right His father and mother died last year, he can not go home for Christmas, and he has no friend in England except the Browns. He is a nice boy. I know you all like him, and I feel sure he will enjoy Christmas with us. It is very short notice, but you are always pleased, I know, if we bring our friends home. However, I have not yet invited him, as I thought it was better to ask you first. Please let me know as soon as possible if it will be all right. The sentence "There’s no place like home" means ().
"She was married to an officer in India long ago and she had a life of physical adventure as exciting as her poetry. Her husband could cross rivers, using crocodiles (鳄鱼) as stepping stones. He died when she was only thirty-nine. Unwilling to exist without him, she took her life, leaving a son in England."I stared at the paper, (36) reading, couldn’t help thinking.Crocodiles are lazy animals as a rule, but they can (37) like lightning when they want to. And they don’t mind hurrying (38) they’re hungry. There used to be lots in Indian rivers, living on fish mostly, but what’s a little fish (39) a fifteen-toot crocodile They are people, fisherman or anyone else delicious enough to get too near; women doing the (40) or children playing at the water’s (41) . A hungry crocodile’s mouth (42) over a meal with a sound like a gunshot. A big fellow can (43) in a man in two bites.That woman’s husband crossed rivers (44) from one crocodile’s back to the next. I believe it. It had to be done (45) before the creature could see what was happening. It wasn’t (46) a brave, active man, and no doubt he improved with practice. He could never look (47) while crossing.The wife used to watch him—I felt (48) of that. She lived (49) the adventure with the (50) excitement of it all. Their real life was with tigers, snakes... It’s no wonder she wrote (51) poetry.Then he (52) . I imagined how she felt. Was there another man (53) him in India, in the world She was still young, hardly a sitting-room widow (寡妇). "I must (54) , too." She said to herself. So she did what she felt she had to do. A (55) probably, to her head. But her young son, their son Was her love for him nothing compared to her husband Well, what do you think 49().
"She was married to an officer in India long ago and she had a life of physical adventure as exciting as her poetry. Her husband could cross rivers, using crocodiles (鳄鱼) as stepping stones. He died when she was only thirty-nine. Unwilling to exist without him, she took her life, leaving a son in England."I stared at the paper, (36) reading, couldn’t help thinking.Crocodiles are lazy animals as a rule, but they can (37) like lightning when they want to. And they don’t mind hurrying (38) they’re hungry. There used to be lots in Indian rivers, living on fish mostly, but what’s a little fish (39) a fifteen-toot crocodile They are people, fisherman or anyone else delicious enough to get too near; women doing the (40) or children playing at the water’s (41) . A hungry crocodile’s mouth (42) over a meal with a sound like a gunshot. A big fellow can (43) in a man in two bites.That woman’s husband crossed rivers (44) from one crocodile’s back to the next. I believe it. It had to be done (45) before the creature could see what was happening. It wasn’t (46) a brave, active man, and no doubt he improved with practice. He could never look (47) while crossing.The wife used to watch him—I felt (48) of that. She lived (49) the adventure with the (50) excitement of it all. Their real life was with tigers, snakes... It’s no wonder she wrote (51) poetry.Then he (52) . I imagined how she felt. Was there another man (53) him in India, in the world She was still young, hardly a sitting-room widow (寡妇). "I must (54) , too." She said to herself. So she did what she felt she had to do. A (55) probably, to her head. But her young son, their son Was her love for him nothing compared to her husband Well, what do you think 38().
"She was married to an officer in India long ago and she had a life of physical adventure as exciting as her poetry. Her husband could cross rivers, using crocodiles (鳄鱼) as stepping stones. He died when she was only thirty-nine. Unwilling to exist without him, she took her life, leaving a son in England."I stared at the paper, (36) reading, couldn’t help thinking.Crocodiles are lazy animals as a rule, but they can (37) like lightning when they want to. And they don’t mind hurrying (38) they’re hungry. There used to be lots in Indian rivers, living on fish mostly, but what’s a little fish (39) a fifteen-toot crocodile They are people, fisherman or anyone else delicious enough to get too near; women doing the (40) or children playing at the water’s (41) . A hungry crocodile’s mouth (42) over a meal with a sound like a gunshot. A big fellow can (43) in a man in two bites.That woman’s husband crossed rivers (44) from one crocodile’s back to the next. I believe it. It had to be done (45) before the creature could see what was happening. It wasn’t (46) a brave, active man, and no doubt he improved with practice. He could never look (47) while crossing.The wife used to watch him—I felt (48) of that. She lived (49) the adventure with the (50) excitement of it all. Their real life was with tigers, snakes... It’s no wonder she wrote (51) poetry.Then he (52) . I imagined how she felt. Was there another man (53) him in India, in the world She was still young, hardly a sitting-room widow (寡妇). "I must (54) , too." She said to herself. So she did what she felt she had to do. A (55) probably, to her head. But her young son, their son Was her love for him nothing compared to her husband Well, what do you think 50().
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