英 语 学 习 资 料 2(11)
2023-05-16 来源:百合文库
One evening, Renaud walked into his daughter’s room and threw the shirt and pants she wore when they parried together onto her bed.
“Put these on tomorrow morning. We’re going to the armory.”
At the crack of dawn, the clothes were still at the foot of the bed. His daughter hadn’t moved, sitting in bed in her gown, staring at her drawn blinds. Seizing her by the arm, he dragged her from the house. It was pouring outside. Her bare feet were soon covered with mud, and her gown was soaked when they arrived in the armory, annexed to the stables, where she had learned to handle weapons.
When her father finally released her arm, she sank to her knees like a dead weight. He grabbed two foils and threw one to her feet
“Take this foil and stand up!”
From her hands and knees on the ground, Renée’s head hung limply.
“Get up!” He shouted at her, his voice brimming with anger.
The steel of his foil slid along his daughter’s emotionless face, and still provoked no reaction.
“Get a hold of yourself! Imagine that I’m the scum that killed François! Imagine that it’s that Chameau who’s standing before you now! Would you still sit there and do nothing if faced with François’s assassin? Would you have no anger for him? You know how to fight; wouldn’t you have him taste the sharp end of your steel?”
“Put these on tomorrow morning. We’re going to the armory.”
At the crack of dawn, the clothes were still at the foot of the bed. His daughter hadn’t moved, sitting in bed in her gown, staring at her drawn blinds. Seizing her by the arm, he dragged her from the house. It was pouring outside. Her bare feet were soon covered with mud, and her gown was soaked when they arrived in the armory, annexed to the stables, where she had learned to handle weapons.
When her father finally released her arm, she sank to her knees like a dead weight. He grabbed two foils and threw one to her feet
“Take this foil and stand up!”
From her hands and knees on the ground, Renée’s head hung limply.
“Get up!” He shouted at her, his voice brimming with anger.
The steel of his foil slid along his daughter’s emotionless face, and still provoked no reaction.
“Get a hold of yourself! Imagine that I’m the scum that killed François! Imagine that it’s that Chameau who’s standing before you now! Would you still sit there and do nothing if faced with François’s assassin? Would you have no anger for him? You know how to fight; wouldn’t you have him taste the sharp end of your steel?”
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