2012年1月アーカイブ

読んだり、書いたりする能力も必要。
"Don't forget this thing," I cried, "you would never forgive yourself for leaving it behind."

It struck the back of the fur coat and fell on the floor behind her. She never looked round. She walked to the door, opened it without haste, and on the landing in the diffused light from the ground-glass skylight there appeared, rigid, like an implacable and obscure fate, the awful Therese - waiting for her sister. The heavy ends of a big black shawl thrown over her head hung massively in biblical folds.

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その為の英文読解。
"You thought I wouldn't give it to you. Amigo, I wanted nothing so much as to give it to you. And now, perhaps - you will take it."

"Not without the woman," I said sombrely.

"Take it," she said. "I haven't the courage to deliver myself up to Therese. No. Not even for your sake. Don't you think I have been miserable enough yet?"

I snatched the arrow out of her hand then and ridiculously pressed it to my breast; but as I opened my lips she who knew what was struggling for utterance in my heart cried in a ringing tone:

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