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时间: 2019年12月08日 20:55

Victorious o鈥檈r all evil things. � Before starting to America I had completed Orley Farm, a novel which appeared in shilling numbers 鈥?after the manner in which Pickwick, Nicholas Nickleby, and many others had been published. Most of those among my friends who talk to me now about my novels, and are competent to form an opinion on the subject, say that this is the best I have written. In this opinion I do not coincide. I think that the highest merit which a novel can have consists in perfect delineation of character, rather than in plot, or humour, or pathos, and I shall before long mention a subsequent work in which I think the main character of the story is so well developed as to justify me in asserting its claim above the others. The plot of Orley Farm is probably the best I have ever made; but it has the fault of declaring itself, and thus coming to an end too early in the book. When Lady Mason tells her ancient lover that she did forge the will, the plot of Orley Farm has unravelled itself 鈥?and this she does in the middle of the tale. Independently, however, of this the novel is good. Sir Peregrine Orme, his grandson, Madeline Stavely, Mr. Furnival, Mr. Chaffanbrass, and the commercial gentlemen, are all good. The hunting is good. The lawyer鈥檚 talk is good. Mr. Moulder carves his turkey admirably, and Mr. Kantwise sells his tables and chairs with spirit. I do not know that there is a dull page in the book. I am fond of Orley Farm 鈥?and am especially fond of its illustrations by Millais, which are the best I have seen in any novel in any language. So severe an illness could not fail to leave traces; and Charlotte Tucker came out of it more distinctly an old lady than she had ever been before. Ten years of perpetual toil had used up a large amount of even her superabundant vitality; and she could not expect to be again fully what she had been, either as to vigour or powers of endurance. 鈥楬ave you seen the mysterious sky-visitor? On Friday evening our maids saw something like three stars, one red,鈥攂ut they disappeared. On the following night Cousins[12] called me to look on what I would not have missed seeing for a good deal. About thirty degrees above the horizon, I should think, shone what was like a star, but more splendid than any that I had ever beheld, of a brilliant magenta colour. It was no falling star passing rapidly through the sky, but appeared quite fixed in the heavens for鈥攑erhaps ten minutes. As I gazed with something like awe on its wondrous beauty, suddenly its colour utterly changed; the magenta became white, with a greenish tinge; and then鈥攁s suddenly鈥攖he star disappeared; not as if hidden by a cloud, but as if put out. � 色久久综合-天天干-久久婷婷五月综合色啪-色姑娘综合站 It will do very well, reply'd the Lady, a Landskip in a Screen, is very agreeable; therefore let me have the rest. O鈥橲han. Catch him, I say, and never be frightened for him, man. I found him out. Another day she wrote to Mrs. Hamilton: 鈥楾he little maid here amuses me. She is very fond of music, and likes me to sing for her. She asked me鈥攌indly鈥攊f I would like my boots cleaned, and as I thought that I should, the little dear cleaned them, and brought them to me to show off her work,鈥攁s a six-year-old child of the house might have done. She looks such an innocent duck!鈥? � Of two or three languages knowledge obtain,鈥?