Virginian: A
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共 66 题- THE VIRGINIAN
- A Horseman Of The Plains
- By Owen Wister
- To THEODORE ROOSEVELT
- TO THE READER
- CHARLESTON, S.C., March 31st, 1902
- THE VIRGINIAN
- I. ENTER THE MAN
- II. “WHEN YOU CALL ME THAT, SMILE!”
- I assented.
- I had no blankets.
- I told him yes.
- I expected to like it very much.
- I thought the climate was fine.
- III. STEVE TREATS
- There was a second pause, after which the drummer said:--
- I thanked him. “What a pleasant evening!” I added.
- IV. DEEP INTO CATTLE LAND
- I was glad that I had not asked for a clean towel.
- I asked, “Who was Balaam?”
- V. ENTER THE WOMAN
- I was not acquainted with her at this time.
- I told him that some old-fashioned people still wrote the word so.
- VI. EM’LY
- I paid no attention.
- I told him that I liked it.
- I did not see why not.
- VII. THROUGH TWO SNOWS
- VIII. THE SINCERE SPINSTER
- IX. THE SPINSTER MEETS THE UNKNOWN
- X. WHERE FANCY WAS BRED
- XI. “YOU’RE GOING TO LOVE ME BEFORE WE GET THROUGH”
- XII. QUALITY AND EQUALITY
- XIII. THE GAME AND THE NATION--ACT FIRST
- I doubted it.
- I said that I believed she unquestionably could.
- XIV. BETWEEN THE ACTS
- I kicked my valise, and then sat on it, dumb.
- XV. THE GAME AND THE NATION--ACT SECOND
- XVI. THE GAME AND THE NATION--LAST ACT
- XVII. SCIPIO MORALIZES
- XVIII. “WOULD YOU BE A PARSON?”
- XIX. DR. MACBRIDE BEGS PARDON
- XX. THE JUDGE IGNORES PARTICULARS
- XXI. IN A STATE OF SIN
- I could not sleep any more now, and I lay watching the darkness.
- XXII. “WHAT IS A RUSTLER?”
- XXIII. VARIOUS POINTS
- XXIV. A LETTER WITH A MORAL
- SUNK CREEK RANCH, May 5, 188-
- XXV. PROGRESS OF THE LOST DOG
- XXVI. BALAAM AND PEDRO
- XXVII. GRANDMOTHER STARK
- So Molly read:--
- XXVIII. NO DREAM TO WAKE FROM
- XXIX. WORD TO BENNINGTON
- XXX. A STABLE ON THE FLAT
- XXXI. THE COTTONWOODS
- I rose and stood drawing on my clothes.
- XXXII. SUPERSTITION TRAIL
- I laughed. “Why, what is the trouble?”
- I said nothing.
- XXXIII. THE SPINSTER LOSES SOME SLEEP
- XXXIV. TO FIT HER FINGER
- XXXV. WITH MALICE AFORETHOUGHT
- XXXVI. AT DUNBARTON