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　　不摈弃,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，不废弃
　　孟必真
　　
　　高端炒股未几，就遇到了大熊市，买了多少千手股票，一下子被套牢了。这时候，抛掉必定血本无归。他只好抚慰本人，或者一觉悟来,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，风向逆转,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，股指有反弹了呢,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]。放弃了确定赤贫如洗。
　　看见老婆紧锁眉头，他问：“你不会抛弃我吧,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，老婆？”
　　老婆说：“毫不会,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，我的钱全被你投进去了，我怎么能容易离你而去呢！”
　　
　　

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.