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Still, it was best to be on the safe side and dress as inconspicuously as possible. The animal supplied by t tside the orphanage, the next day, they ran out of chairs. A lot of people had to stand to watch the opening ceremony. It was a windy day, and I sat behind Baba on the little podium just outside the main entrance of the new building. Baba was wearing a green suit and a caracul hat. Midway through the speech, the wind knocked his hat off and everyone laughed. He motioned to me to hold his hat for him and I was glad to, because then everyone would see that he was my father, my Baba. He turned back to the microphone and said he hoped the building was sturdier than his hat, and everyone laughed again. When Baba ended his speech, people stood up and cheered. They clapped for a long time. Afterward, people shook his hand. Some of them tousled my hair and shook my hand too. I was so proud of Baba, of us. But despite Baba's successes, people were always doubting him. They told Baba that running a business wasn't in his blood and he should study law like his father. So Baba proved them all wrong by not only running his own business but becoming one of the richest merchants in Kabul. Baba and Rahim Khan built a wildly successful carpet-exporting Business, two pharmacies, the world around him to his liking. The problem, of course, was that Baba saw the world in black and white. And he got to decide what was black and what was white. You can't love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even h upon us. The mountain became a whirling mass of sand and wind and rain. I clung to the ridge-pole and shut my eyes in a tornado of blowing canvas and lashing branches and corrugated iron, while the thousand and one water-vessels beat about me in pandemonium. There followed many gusty showers, and after the parched years, a vision beautiful. Green returned to earth, and the world was filled with the sweet fresh scent of herbage. On my way from the Siding, I now gathered armfuls o "Well," Mavis dragged him into the radiant moonlight and surveyed him critically, "it doesn't matter. I like you in this suit of clothes. You look so tall and straight and slim, and----" "Oh, my dear," Gerald laughed, "you will make me vain." "But you are vain already," she said naively. "Bellaria says that all young men are vain." "How can this particular young man be otherwise," questioned the lover, "when the most charming girl in the world makes an appointment with him in the realms of romance?" "Am I charming, Gerald; am I? Oh," Mavis clapped her hands, "how delightful to be told that. Say it again." "You are charming, Mavis, and also rather reckless for laughing so loud." "Pooh! Everything is safe, for the gates are locked and Bellaria is asleep. In all these wide gardens only you and I are awake, unless," added Mavis seriously, "you count the fairies." "And the nightingales, and the crickets," ended Gerald, smiling. Mavis smiled also, and they stood hand in hand like a couple of schoolchildren out on a frolic. Then "Come," she cried, loosening her grip, "you must catcg heart, flung himself on to the boughs of the copper beech, to use it as a stair for descent. In a few minutes he found himself standing in the shadow of the tree, clasping a cool slender hand, and looking into two wonderful eyes which flashed like the stars overhead. "Oh, you are not in white, Prince," said Mavis, disappointed. Gerald explained. "I thought it best to wear dark clothes, since Bellaria might be on the watch." "There is no chance of that. She is fast asleep, and would not leave her bed unless the house went on fire." "Then again," went on Gerald, pressing her hand, "I had to ride here from Silbury. I could scarcely do that in flannels." "Well," Mavis dragged him into the radiant moonlight and surveyed him critically, "it doesn't matter. I like you in this suit of clothes. You look so tall and straight and slim, and----" "Oh, my dear," Gerald laughed, "you will make me vain." "But you are vain already," she said naively. "Bellaria says that all young men are vain." "How can this particular young man be otherwise," questioned the lover, "when the most charming girl in the world makes an appointment with him in the realms of romance?" "Am I charming, Gerald; am I? Oh," Mavis clapped her hands, "how delightful to be told that. Say it again." "You are charming, Mavis, and also rather reckless for laughing so loud." "Pooh! Everything is safe, for the gates are locked and Bellaria is asleep. In all these wide gardens only you and I are awake, unless," added Mavis seriously, "you count the fairies." "And the nightingales, and the crickets," ended Gerald, smiling. Mavis smiled also, and they stood hand in hand like a couple of schoolchildren out on a frolic. Then "Come," she cried, loosening her grip, "you must catch me, catch me, my Prince;" and like an arrow from the bow she shot across the turf towards the archway, followed rapidly by her lover. Haskins was swift of foot, but Mavis ran like Atalanta, and was flitting about the gardens on the other side of the archway before he could range alongside. "You are the Fairy Queen," panted Gerald, when he reached her. "I saw you spread large white wings." "Oh no," said Mavis seriously and prosaically, "I used my legs." "The Queen of Spain has no legs," quoted Haskins, laughing. "Oh, how dreadful--how very, very dreadful!" And he laughed again to see that she took him seriously. The gardens were very lovely, and much less orderly than the quadrangle. Following Disraeli's dictum, they had been cultivated to excess, and then Nature had been allowed to decivilize them. The result was charming, and wonderfully artistic. There were beds of brilliant flowers, wherein slim saplings grew at will; statues of god and goddess wreathed in greenery; ponds of placid water rimmed with stone, wherein white lilies slept on broad leaves, floating amidst slender reeds. The fa?ade of the house, with its Tudor battlements and long ranges of latticed windows, rose picturesquely in the still, calm light of the moon, which rendered all things ethereal and fairylike. Before the mansion stretched a shallow terrace of gray stone, diapered with lichens and emerald moss. A wide flight of steps descended from this to meet a broad path, which melted imperceptibly into a jungle of tall bushes and wiry grasses. And all around the trees sprang like sentinels to guard this magic domain from the prose of the outside world. Everything was bathed in a luminous white radiance--and in this colorless world Mavis flitted here and there like a moth of snow. "It is too lovely for mere words," murmured Gerald, gazing at all this beauty, with his poetical feelings uppermost. "Are you speaking of me?" asked Mavis joyfully. He laughed. "In spite of your seclusion, my dear, you are a true woman, for you will not allow even the landscape to be complimented when you are present." "Human beings are so much nicer than landscape," she pouted. "One is, at least. I wonder who she can be." "Me," said Mavis triumphantly. "How clever of you to guess that, my angel." Mavis flung up her arms with a silvery laugh. "I am a fairy to-night, and no angel. They are stiff things with goose wings." "Rhyme and reason both together," said Gerald, sitting down on a mossy stone fronting a smooth greensward. "Well, then, you are Titania, and I the rash mortal who has intruded on your privacy." "Take care that I do not enchant you, poor mortal." "You have done that already. Hark!" he raised a finger, "the wind is rising, your Majesty." "To play for my dancing." Then Gerald saw a wonderful thing. While the wind played with viewless fingers on the lyre of the surrounding woods, Mavis danced to the rhythm in exact unison with the gentle breaths which came and went. She bent her golden head to listen critically to the murmurings, and swung and swayed and floated to the melody of Nature. Her feet and arms scarcely moved, her slender body was almost still, yet by subtle movements she contrived to interpret the meaning of the hour. A low, low note from the tree-tops would send her floating across the grass: a pause would bring her to a statue stillness, and a dying sigh, as the wind lost heart, stirred her limbs to gentle movements, like the tremblings of a flower on its stalk. Poised gracefully in the radiant light, in her white garb, and with her mystical gestures timed to the Nature sounds, she looked like a spirit of the woods. Gerald faintly grasped for one fleeting moment the idea of the sacred dances of old, when every gesture and every pose was a sign of power to draw down the hierarchy of heaven to the physical plane. Then the wind died away, and the golden notes of the nightingale fluted through the trees. One bird trilled wild music, and another replied with a scattering of liquid notes like falling rain. All the marvelous enchantment of the night was in that speechless song, and the young man's heart beat in measure with the pulse of Nature. He rose abruptly to his feet, and when Mavis floated within the circle of his arms they went round her passionately. Like a tamed bird she rested on his heaving breast, and looked up smilingly into his brown eyes. Mavis read therein all that the wind and the nightingale had been trying to tell her, and when the man's lips were pressed ardently to her own she felt as though she had stepped from the twilight of unformed things into the glory of sunlight and song. "Oh," she panted, nestling to his heart, "what does this mean?" "Love!" he breathed, "love, which changes man into God," and again his lips sought hers. With a thrill, she yielded to the first caress she had ever known. And the nightingale sang triumphantly in the thicket. But now the song was no longer wordless: she knew all that the bird could tell. "Which is love, love, and love again," whispered the Fairy Prince. Then Mavis began to weep, with a natural fear of the unknown, and Gerald consoled her, as a mother consoles a child. She clung to him in the shadow of the tree, silent and wondering, and with something of pain--the pain of the reborn, when the fire of love purifies the soul. A veil had fallen from her eyes, and, beholding the secret shrine of the god, she trembled, and wept, and joyed, all in a breath. "It is wonderful, wonderful, terrible," she murmured. "Oh, Gerald, if you leave me I shall die. You are part of me: your soul is blended with mine. You love me: oh, say that you love me?" "As I love Truth and Beauty and Wisdom, and all things that make up our conception of God." There was silence for a few minutes, and the two human beings, who were really one, felt that they were alone in this wonderful white world--alone with God. "And this is love?" murmured Mavis dreamily. "Part of love," said Gerald softly. "What do you mean?" "Dearest, the veil of love is beauty." "Yes?" "We must remove that veil: we must look behind it, to see what love really means in the innermost." "Can we?" "We are about to," he drew her closer to his breast, "the inner meaning of love is sacrifice." "Sacrifice," said Mavis, puzzled. "And that sacrifice we must make, if we would know the real and true meaning of love." "Do you mean that we must part?" she gasped, withdrawing herself. "For a time," he assured her, "only for a time--say a week." "Oh," Mavis stretched out her arms langorously, "how can I live through seven days without you?" "By knowing that sacrifice is the soul of love." "But why must you go?" she entreated. "Oh, do not go, darling. Let us be always together in this garden." "I fear Bellaria will object," said Haskins, smiling. "She will never know?" "Oh yes. We cannot always meet by stealth. Bellaria is a woman, and will sooner or later discover our secret. Then there is Geary, and your guardian." Mavis shivered. "I am afraid of Geary, with his big knife, but not of Bellaria or my guardian. She will be a little angry, but when I tell her how happy I am she will be glad. And my guardian is always kind. Oh, Gerald, tell him that you love me, and wish me to be your wife. Then he will stop Geary from coming here, and we can be happy." Haskins hugged her to his breast and smiled grimly in the darkness. He was very certain that, if he told Major Rebb, there would be no end of trouble. In order to arrive at some conclusion it was necessary to make inquiries as to why Rebb kept the girl in the Pixy's House. When that was known, steps might be taken to release her, and when she was released she could be presented to the world as Mrs. Gerald Haskins. But to make inquiries it was necessary that he should go to London and consult Tod, who was sharp enough in professional matters, and a visit to London meant a seven days' separation from Mavis. "I don't think that the Major will be overpleased at my wooing you by stealth," said Gerald, choosing his words, so as not to alarm her. "You see, I should have come openly and with his permission." "He would not have given it until I was twenty-one," cried Mavis, "he said that I was to see no one for the next ten months." "Precisely! And that is why I have made love to you secretly," explained Haskins cheerily. "Now, darling heart, I wish you to be brave and to help me." "Only tell me what you wish me to do, and I'll do it," said Mavis, with a little shudder. "Only I don't like pain!" "To love truly we must suffer pain, my sweetheart. Pain and sacrifice are the demands of love. Had we an eternity of pleasure, without any disagreeables, even you and I should grow weary." "Oh no, no!" She clung to him. "Ah, my sweet," he said sadly, "we are but flesh and blood, and so may grow weary of too perfect bliss. The flower that is always in the sun wilts and dies. And, after all, the delights of life lie in contrast." "What do you mean by that, Gerald?" Haskins saw that he was speaking too highly for her comprehension, so talked on a lower plane, for the night was passing, and he had to ride back to Silbury. "My dear," he said slowly, "I should like to stay here for ever with you, and then we would be as gods. But if we wish to know the true meaning of love, as I explained, we must sacrifice ourselves to the necessities of life. We must part for seven days. I have to go to London, Mavis, and search out matters." "What matters?" But Haskins wisely declined to explain in detail, lest he should alarm h rceptibly into a jungle of tall bushes and wiry grasses. And all around the trees sprang like sentinels to guard this magic domain from the prose of the outside world. Everything was bathed in a luminous white radiance--and in this colorless world Mavis flitted here and there like a moth of snow. "It is too lovely for mere words," murmured Gerald, gazing at all this beauty, with his poetical feelings uppermost. "Are you speaking of me?" asked Mavis joyfully. He laughed. "In spite of your seclusion, my dear, you are a true woman, for you will not allow even the landscape to be complimented when you are present." "Human beings are so much nicer than landscape," she pouted. "One is, at least. I wonder who she can be." "Me," said Mavis triumphantly. "How clever of you to guess that, my angel." Mavis flung up her arms with a silvery laugh. "I am a fairy to-night, and no angel. They are stiff things with goose wings." "Rhyme and reason both together," said Gerald, sitting down on a mossy stone fronting a smooth greensward. "Well, then, you are Titania, and I the rash mortal who has intruded on your privacy." "Take care that I do not enchant you, poor mortal." "You have done that already. Hark!" he raised a finger, "the wind is rising, your Majesty." "To play for my dancing." Then Gerald saw a wonderful thing. While the wind played with viewless fingers on the lyre of the surrounding woods, Mavis danced to the rhythm in exact unison with the gentle breaths which came and went. She bent her golden head to listen critically to the murmurings, and swung and swayed and floated to the melody of Nature. Her feet and arms scarcely moved, her slender body was almost still, yet by subtle movements she contrived to interpret the meaning of the hour. A low, low note from the tree-tops would send her floating across the grass: a pause would bring her to a statue stillness, and a dying sigh, as the wind lost heart, stirred her limbs to gentle movements, like the tremblings of a flower on its stalk. Poised gracefully in the radiant light, in her white garb, and with her mystical gestures timed to the Nature sounds, she looked like a spirit of the woods. Gerald faintly grasped for one fleeting moment the idea of the sacred dances of old, when every gesture and every pose was a sign of power to draw down the hierarchy of heaven to the physical plane. Then the wind died away, and the golden notes of the nightingale fluted through the trees. One bird trilled wild music, and another replied with a scattering of liquid notes like falling rain. All the marvelous enchantment of the night was in that speechless song, and the young man's heart beat in measure with the pulse of Nature. He rose abruptly to his feet, and when Mavis floated within the circle of his arms they went round her passionately. Like a tamed bird she rested on his heaving breast, and looked up smilingly into his brown eyes. Mavis read therein all that the wind and the nightingale had been trying to tell her, and when the man's lips were pressed ardently to her own she felt as though she had stepped from the twilight of unformed things into the glory of sunlight and song. "Oh," she panted, nestling to his heart, "what does this mean?" "Love!" he breathed, "love, which changes man into God," and again his lips sought hers. With a thrill, she yielded to the first caress she had ever known. And the nightingale sang triumphantly in the thicket. But now the song was no longer wordless: she knew all that the bird could tell. "Which is love, love, and love again," whispered the Fairy Prince. Then Mavis began to weep, with a natural fear of the unknown, and Gerald consoled her, as a mother consoles a child. She clung to him in the shadow of the tree, silent and wondering, and with something of pain--the pain of the reborn, when the fire of love purifies the soul. A veil had fallen from her eyes, and, beholding the secret shrine of the god, she trembled, and wept, and joyed, all in a breath. "It is wonderful, wonderful, terrible," she murmured. "Oh, Gerald, if you leave me I shall die. You are part of me: your soul is blended with mine. You love me: oh, say that you love me?" "As I love Truth and Beauty and Wisdom, and all things that make up our conception of God." There was silence for a few minutes, and the two human beings, who were really one, felt that they were alone in this wonderful white world--alone with God. "And this is love?" murmured Mavis dreamily. "Part of love," said Gerald softly. "What do you mean?" "Dearest, the veil of love is beauty." "Yes?" "We must remove that veil: we must look behind it, to see what love really means in the innermost." "Can we?" "We are about to," he drew her closer to his breast, "the inner meaning of love is sacrifice." "Sacrifice," said Mavis, puzzled. "And that sacrifice we must make, if we would know the real and true meaning of love." "Do you mean that we must part?" she gasped, withdrawing herself. "For a time," he assured her, "only for a time--say a week." "Oh," Mavis stretched out her arms langorously, "how can I live through seven days without you?" "By knowing that sacrifice is the soul of love." "But why must you go?" she entreated. "Oh, do not go, darling. Let us be always together in this garden." "I fear Bellaria will object," said Haskins, smiling. "She will never know?" "Oh yes. We cannot always meet by stealth. Bellaria is a woman, and will sooner or later discover our secret. Then there is Geary, and your guardian." Mavis shivered. "I am afraid of Geary, with his big knife, but not of Bellaria or my guardian. She will be a little angry, but when I tell her how happy I am she will be glad. And my guardian is always kind. Oh, Gerald, tell him that you love me, and wish me to be your wife. Then he will stop Geary from coming here, and we can be happy." Haskins hugged her to his breast and smiled grimly in the darkness. He was very certain that, if he told Major Rebb, there would be no end of trouble. In order to arrive at some conclusion it was necessary to make inquiries as to why Rebb kept the girl in the Pixy's House. When that was known, steps might be taken to release her, and when she was released she could be presented to the world as Mrs. Gerald Haskins. But to make inquiries it was necessary that he should go to London and consult Tod, who was sharp enough in professional matters, and a visit to London meant a seven days' separation from Mavis. "I don't think that the Major will be overpleased at my wooing you by stealth," said Gerald, choosing his words, so as not to alarm her. "You see, I should have come openly and with his permission." "He would not have given it until I was twenty-one," cried Mavis, "he said that I was to see no one for the next ten months." "Precisely! And that is why I have made love to you secretly," explained Haskins cheerily. "Now, darling heart, I wish you to be brave and to help me." "Only tell me what you wish me to do, and I'll do it," said Mavis, with a little shudder. "Only I don't like pain!" "To love truly we must suffer pain, my sweetheart. Pain and sacrifice are the demands of love. Had we an eternity of pleasure, without any disagreeables, even you and I should grow weary." "Oh no, no!" She clung to him. "Ah, my sweet," he said sadly, "we are but flesh and blood, and so may grow weary of too perfect bliss. The flower that is always in the sun wilts and dies. And, after all, the delights of life lie in contrast." "What do you mean by that, Gerald?" Haskins saw that he was speaking too highly for her comprehension, so talked on a lower plane, for the night was passing, and he had to ride back to Silbury. "My dear," he said slowly, "I should like to stay here for ever with you, and then we would be as gods. But if we wish to know the true meaning of love, as I explained, we must sacrifice ourselves to the necessities of life. We must part for seven days. I have to go to London, Mavis, and search out matters." "What matters?" But Haskins wisely declined to explain in detail, lest he should alarm h dwolves, Linley wasn’t injur 看电影电视剧一个号就够了,平台有近万部电影电视剧供您观看,进入下方“阅|读|原|文”在公众号菜单栏“看电影”可观看所有电影电视剧。
日本推理电影、电视剧推荐 日本的推理电视剧看的不算多,先将一些自己看过的觉得符合楼主要求的推荐一下: 《神探伽利略》(福山雅治+柴崎幸) 这个是前天晚上看的,风格上比较偏《古畑任三郎》,每一集的人物构架并不复杂,很多是开始就知道凶手是谁,主要重在推理如何犯案。柴崎幸虽然越来越不往美女方向发展,但是福山雅治不管怎么说都是一个非常有魅力的大叔。比起电视剧,更推荐电影版,虽然鄙人看了很多侦探小说,对许多情节大多能猜个一二,不过这部电影的结局还是蛮出乎我意料的。 《ss》(天海佑希+竹野内丰+户田惠梨香+沟端淳平+玉山铁二+吉濑美智子) 本季的春季剧,收视上非常不错,基本上也是每一集一个故事,节奏紧凑,犯案手法不能说全部都很精彩,但是还是具有非常多亮点和出乎意料的地方,与同为春季剧的《 》相比,我觉得这一部更精彩。除了剧情外,演员阵容也是男女老少通吃型的,既有天海这样的御姐,又有吉濑美智子这样的熟女,还有户田这样的li(虽然在里面不怎么li),既有竹野内丰这样的大叔,也有玉山铁二这样的熟男,或者是沟端淳平这样的正太。 《Mr 》(木村拓哉+凌赖瑶+水岛宏) 上面也提到了这部剧,说没有《ss》好,并不是只演员,毕竟我很喜欢大神,是编剧太对不起这些出色的演员了,很多情节比较幼稚,模仿美剧模仿的有些生硬。不过为了看大神或者是日本当红小生水岛宏的话,看看也无妨。情节虽然有些幼稚,但是画面效果还是很不错的,毕竟投资很巨大。不过要拿这部和同类型的《神探伽利略》相比,我个人认为是比不过的,虽然比之福山雅治大叔,我更喜欢木村拓哉。 《富豪刑事》(深田恭子) 女主很漂亮,虽然我不喜欢,情节呢,说弱智似乎描述不准确,应该是乱扯到可以了。不过看到LZ提到自己有看《有闲》,乱扯上两者基本相同,可能会符合LZ口味。 《》(木村拓哉+松隆子) 男女主或许不算年轻,但是帅和漂亮应该还是复合的。剧情不错,由于主角是检察官,而不是刑事或者侦探,所以推理的角度稍显不同,但很有亮点。 《金田一少年事件薄》(堂本刚+友坂理惠) 看到主演应该知道我推荐的是第一部和第二部,年轻绝对符合,当时都是岁少男少女啊,话说当时大女主还是蛮漂亮,虽然现在已经岁的她有点长脸女的趋势,男主是不是帅,看LZ的审美观吧,我很多朋友说他丑,但我个人非常喜欢他,自然就觉得他很帅。这个电视剧部较早期,由漫画改编,属于典型的侦探剧。LZ如果对金田一感兴趣,看一下松润的第三部和小龟的SP也可以,并不是批评演员,毕竟我蛮喜欢松润的,只是觉得完全没有了金田一的感觉,不太喜欢。 《银狼怪骑》(堂本光一+宝生舞) 与《金田一少年事件薄》同一时期的由堂本刚的相方主演的关于一个有两个大脑的天才少年破案的故事。怎么说呢,科幻化的侦探剧不是我那杯茶,所以没怎么看完,LZ感兴趣可以翻出来看看。女主的漂亮比较个性,堂本光一虽然在日本是王子排行第一的,但我第一次看他的时候,觉得很土的感觉,不过现在受日剧熏陶久了,再加上成了KK的饭,渐渐也看出王子感觉了。 《遥控刑警》(深田恭子+堂本光一) 虽然又是深田以其特有的弱智形象出演,但总的来说这一部比《富豪刑事》先进许多,推理还是有逻辑的。 《跳跃大搜查线》(织田裕二+深津绘里) 片子比较老,男女主也不是典型的美女帅哥,但个人非常喜欢情节,非常棒,属于日剧推理据中的经典之作。 《金田一耕助系列》(稻垣吾郎) 改编自横沟正史的小说,有五部左右吧,毕竟是老的侦探小说,推理上比较严谨,是我喜欢的那一类型。

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