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CHAPTER XXIV UP CHAPTER XXVI CHAPTER XXV Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves Matthew was having a bad ten minutes of it. He had come into the kitchen, in the twilight of a cold, gray December evening, and had sat down in the woodbox corner to take off his heavy boots, unconscious of the fact that Anne and a bevy of her schoolmates were having a practice of "The Fairy Queen" in the sitting room. Presently they came trooping through the hall and out into the kitchen, laughing and chattering gaily. They did not see Matthew, who shrank bashfully back into the shadows beyond the woodbox with a boot in one hand and a bootjack in the other, and he watched them shyly for the aforesaid ten minutes as they put on caps and jackets and talked about the dialogue and the concert. Anne stood among them, bright eyed and animated as they; but Matthew suddenly became conscious that there was something about her different from her mates. And what worried Matthew was that the difference impressed him as being something that should not exist. Anne had a brighter face, and bigger, starrier eyes, and more delicate features than the other; even shy, unobservant Matthew had learned to take note of these things; but the difference that disturbed him did not consist in any of these respects. Then in what did it consist? Matthew was haunted by this question long after the girls had gone, arm in arm, down the long, hard-frozen lane and Anne had betaken herself to her books. He could not refer it to Marilla, who, he felt, would be quite sure to sniff scornfully and remark that the only difference she saw between Anne and the other girls was that they sometimes kept their tongues quiet while Anne never did. This, Matthew felt, would be no great help. He had recourse to his pipe that evening to help him study it out, much to Marilla s disgust. After two hours of smoking and hard reflection Matthew arrived at a solution of his problem. Anne was not dressed like the other girls! The more Matthew thought about the matter the more he was convinced that Anne never had been dressed like the other girls--never since she had come to Green Gables. Marilla kept her clothed in plain, dark dresses, all made after the same unvarying pattern. If Matthew knew there was such a thing as fashion in dress it was as much as he did; but he was quite sure that Anne s sleeves did not look at all like the sleeves the other girls wore. He recalled the cluster of little girls he had seen around her that evening--all gay in waists of red and blue and pink and white--and he wondered why Marilla always kept her so plainly and soberly gowned. Of course, it must be all right. Marilla knew best and Marilla was bringing her up. Probably some wise, inscrutable motive was to be served thereby. But surely it would do no harm to let the child have one pretty dress--something like Diana Barry always wore. Matthew decided that he would give her one; that surely could not be objected to as an unwarranted putting in of his oar. Christmas was only a fortnight off. A nice new dress would be the very thing for a present. Matthew, with a sigh of satisfaction, put away his pipe and went to bed, while Marilla opened all the doors and aired the house. The very next evening Matthew betook himself to Carmody to buy the dress, determined to get the worst over and have done with it. It would be, he felt assured, no trifling ordeal. There were some things Matthew could buy and prove himself no mean bargainer; but he knew he would be at the mercy of shopkeepers when it came to buying a girl s dress. After much cogitation Matthew resolved to go to Samuel Lawson s store instead of William Blair s. To be sure, the Cuthberts always had gone to William Blair s; it was almost as much a matter of conscience with them as to attend the Presbyterian church and vote Conservative. But William Blair s two daughters frequently waited on customers there and Matthew held them in absolute dread. He could contrive to deal with them when he knew exactly what he wanted and could point it out; but in such a matter as this, requiring explanation and consultation, Matthew felt that he must be sure of a man behind the counter. So he would go to Lawson s, where Samuel or his son would wait on him. Alas! Matthew did not know that Samuel, in the recent expansion of his business, had set up a lady clerk also; she was a niece of his wife s and a very dashing young person indeed, with a huge, drooping pompadour, big, rolling brown eyes, and a most extensive and bewildering smile. She was dressed with exceeding smartness and wore several bangle bracelets that glittered and rattled and tinkled with every movement of her hands. Matthew was covered with confusion at finding her there at all; and those bangles completely wrecked his wits at one fell swoop. "What can I do for you this evening, Mr. Cuthbert?" Miss Lucilla Harris inquired, briskly and ingratiatingly, tapping the counter with both hands. "Have you any--any--any--well now, say any garden rakes?" stammered Matthew. Miss Harris looked somewhat surprised, as well she might, to hear a man inquiring for garden rakes in the middle of December. "I believe we have one or two left over," she said, "but they re upstairs in the lumber room. I ll go and see." During her absence Matthew collected his scattered senses for another effort. When Miss Harris returned with the rake and cheerfully inquired "Anything else tonight, Mr. Cuthbert?" Matthew took his courage in both hands and replied "Well now, since you suggest it, I might as well--take--that is--look at--buy some--some hayseed." Miss Harris had heard Matthew Cuthbert called odd. She now concluded that he was entirely crazy. "We only keep hayseed in the spring," she explained loftily. "We ve none on hand just now." "Oh, certainly--certainly--just as you say," stammered unhappy Matthew, seizing the rake and making for the door. At the threshold he recollected that he had not paid for it and he turned miserably back. While Miss Harris was counting out his change he rallied his powers for a final desperate attempt. "Well now--if it isn t too much trouble--I might as well--that is--I d like to look at--at--some sugar." "White or brown?" queried Miss Harris patiently. "Oh--well now--brown," said Matthew feebly. "There s a barrel of it over there," said Miss Harris, shaking her bangles at it. "It s the only kind we have." "I ll--I ll take twenty pounds of it," said Matthew, with beads of perspiration standing on his forehead. Matthew had driven halfway home before he was his own man again. It had been a gruesome experience, but it served him right, he thought, for committing the heresy of going to a strange store. When he reached home he hid the rake in the tool house, but the sugar he carried in to Marilla. "Brown sugar!" exclaimed Marilla. "Whatever possessed you to get so much? You know I never use it except for the hired man s porridge or black fruit cake. Jerry s gone and I ve made my cake long ago. It s not good sugar, either--it s coarse and dark--William Blair doesn t usually keep sugar like that." "I--I thought it might come in handy sometime," said Matthew, making good his escape. When Matthew came to think the matter over he decided that a woman was required to cope with the situation. Marilla was out of the question. Matthew felt sure she would throw cold water on his project at once. Remained only Mrs. Lynde; for of no other woman in Avonlea would Matthew have dared to ask advice. To Mrs. Lynde he went accordingly, and that good lady promptly took the matter out of the harassed man s hands. "Pick out a dress for you to give Anne? To be sure I will. I m going to Carmody tomorrow and I ll attend to it. Have you something particular in mind? No? Well, I ll just go by my own judgment then. I believe a nice rich brown would just suit Anne, and William Blair has some new gloria in that s real pretty. Perhaps you d like me to make it up for her, too, seeing that if Marilla was to make it Anne would probably get wind of it before the time and spoil the surprise? Well, I ll do it. No, it isn t a mite of trouble. I like sewing. I ll make it to fit my niece, Jenny Gillis, for she and Anne are as like as two peas as far as figure goes." "Well now, I m much obliged," said Matthew, "and--and--I dunno--but I d like--I think they make the sleeves different nowadays to what they used to be. If it wouldn t be asking too much I--I d like them made in the new way." "Puffs? Of course. You needn t worry a speck more about it, Matthew. I ll make it up in the very latest fashion," said Mrs. Lynde. To herself she added when Matthew had gone "It ll be a real satisfaction to see that poor child wearing something decent for once. The way Marilla dresses her is positively ridiculous, that s what, and I ve ached to tell her so plainly a dozen times. I ve held my tongue though, for I can see Marilla doesn t want advice and she thinks she knows more about bringing children up than I do for all she s an old maid. But that s always the way. Folks that has brought up children know that there s no hard and fast method in the world that ll suit every child. But them as never have think it s all as plain and easy as Rule of Three--just set your three terms down so fashion, and the sum ll work out correct. But flesh and blood don t come under the head of arithmetic and that s where Marilla Cuthbert makes her mistake. I suppose she s trying to cultivate a spirit of humility in Anne by dressing her as she does; but it s more likely to cultivate envy and discontent. I m sure the child must feel the difference between her clothes and the other girls . But to think of Matthew taking notice of it! That man is waking up after being asleep for over sixty years." Marilla knew all the following fortnight that Matthew had something on his mind, but what it was she could not guess, until Christmas Eve, when Mrs. Lynde brought up the new dress. Marilla behaved pretty well on the whole, although it is very likely she distrusted Mrs. Lynde s diplomatic explanation that she had made the dress because Matthew was afraid Anne would find out about it too soon if Marilla made it. "So this is what Matthew has been looking so mysterious over and grinning about to himself for two weeks, is it?" she said a little stiffly but tolerantly. "I knew he was up to some foolishness. Well, I must say I don t think Anne needed any more dresses. I made her three good, warm, serviceable ones this fall, and anything more is sheer extravagance. There s enough material in those sleeves alone to make a waist, I declare there is. You ll just pamper Anne s vanity, Matthew, and she s as vain as a peacock now. Well, I hope she ll be satisfied at last, for I know she s been hankering after those silly sleeves ever since they came in, although she never said a word after the first. The puffs have been getting bigger and more ridiculous right along; they re as big as balloons now. Next year anybody who wears them will have to go through a door sideways." Christmas morning broke on a beautiful white world. It had been a very mild December and people had looked forward to a green Christmas; but just enough snow fell softly in the night to transfigure Avonlea. Anne peeped out from her frosted gable window with delighted eyes. The firs in the Haunted Wood were all feathery and wonderful; the birches and wild cherry trees were outlined in pearl; the plowed fields were stretches of snowy dimples; and there was a crisp tang in the air that was glorious. Anne ran downstairs singing until her voice reechoed through Green Gables. "Merry Christmas, Marilla! Merry Christmas, Matthew! Isn t it a lovely Christmas? I m so glad it s white. Any other kind of Christmas doesn t seem real, does it? I don t like green Christmases. They re not green-- they re just nasty faded browns and grays. What makes people call them green? Why--why--Matthew, is that for me? Oh, Matthew!" Matthew had sheepishly unfolded the dress from its paper swathings and held it out with a deprecatory glance at Marilla, who feigned to be contemptuously filling the teapot, but nevertheless watched the scene out of the corner of her eye with a rather interested air. Anne took the dress and looked at it in reverent silence. Oh, how pretty it was--a lovely soft brown gloria with all the gloss of silk; a skirt with dainty frills and shirrings; a waist elaborately pintucked in the most fashionable way, with a little ruffle of filmy lace at the neck. But the sleeves--they were the crowning glory! Long elbow cuffs, and above them two beautiful puffs divided by rows of shirring and bows of brown-silk ribbon. "That s a Christmas present for you, Anne," said Matthew shyly. "Why--why--Anne, don t you like it? Well now--well now." For Anne s eyes had suddenly filled with tears. "Like it! Oh, Matthew!" Anne laid the dress over a chair and clasped her hands. "Matthew, it s perfectly exquisite. Oh, I can never thank you enough. Look at those sleeves! Oh, it seems to me this must be a happy dream." "Well, well, let us have breakfast," interrupted Marilla. "I must say, Anne, I don t think you needed the dress; but since Matthew has got it for you, see that you take good care of it. There s a hair ribbon Mrs. Lynde left for you. It s brown, to match the dress. Come now, sit in." "I don t see how I m going to eat breakfast," said Anne rapturously. "Breakfast seems so commonplace at such an exciting moment. I d rather feast my eyes on that dress. I m so glad that puffed sleeves are still fashionable. It did seem to me that I d never get over it if they went out before I had a dress with them. I d never have felt quite satisfied, you see. It was lovely of Mrs. Lynde to give me the ribbon too. I feel that I ought to be a very good girl indeed. It s at times like this I m sorry I m not a model little girl; and I always resolve that I will be in future. But somehow it s hard to carry out your resolutions when irresistible temptations come. Still, I really will make an extra effort after this." When the commonplace breakfast was over Diana appeared, crossing the white log bridge in the hollow, a gay little figure in her crimson ulster. Anne flew down the slope to meet her. "Merry Christmas, Diana! And oh, it s a wonderful Christmas. I ve something splendid to show you. Matthew has given me the loveliest dress, with SUCH sleeves. I couldn t even imagine any nicer." "I ve got something more for you," said Diana breathlessly. "Here-- this box. Aunt Josephine sent us out a big box with ever so many things in it--and this is for you. I d have brought it over last night, but it didn t come until after dark, and I never feel very comfortable coming through the Haunted Wood in the dark now." Anne opened the box and peeped in. First a card with "For the Anne-girl and Merry Christmas," written on it; and then, a pair of the daintiest little kid slippers, with beaded toes and satin bows and glistening buckles. "Oh," said Anne, "Diana, this is too much. I must be dreaming." "I call it providential," said Diana. "You won t have to borrow Ruby s slippers now, and that s a blessing, for they re two sizes too big for you, and it would be awful to hear a fairy shuffling. Josie Pye would be delighted. Mind you, Rob Wright went home with Gertie Pye from the practice night before last. Did you ever hear anything equal to that?" All the Avonlea scholars were in a fever of excitement that day, for the hall had to be decorated and a last grand rehearsal held. The concert came off in the evening and was a pronounced success. The little hall was crowded; all the performers did excellently well, but Anne was the bright particular star of the occasion, as even envy, in the shape of Josie Pye, dared not deny. "Oh, hasn t it been a brilliant evening?" sighed Anne, when it was all over and she and Diana were walking home together under a dark, starry sky. "Everything went off very well," said Diana practically. "I guess we must have made as much as ten dollars. Mind you, Mr. Allan is going to send an account of it to the Charlottetown papers." "Oh, Diana, will we really see our names in print? It makes me thrill to think of it. Your solo was perfectly elegant, Diana. I felt prouder than you did when it was encored. I just said to myself, `It is my dear bosom friend who is so honored. " "Well, your recitations just brought down the house, Anne. That sad one was simply splendid." "Oh, I was so nervous, Diana. When Mr. Allan called out my name I really cannot tell how I ever got up on that platform. I felt as if a million eyes were looking at me and through me, and for one dreadful moment I was sure I couldn t begin at all. Then I thought of my lovely puffed sleeves and took courage. I knew that I must live up to those sleeves, Diana. So I started in, and my voice seemed to be coming from ever so far away. I just felt like a parrot. It s providential that I practiced those recitations so often up in the garret, or I d never have been able to get through. Did I groan all right?" "Yes, indeed, you groaned lovely," assured Diana. "I saw old Mrs. Sloane wiping away tears when I sat down. It was splendid to think I had touched somebody s heart. It s so romantic to take part in a concert, isn t it? Oh, it s been a very memorable occasion indeed." "Wasn t the boys dialogue fine?" said Diana. "Gilbert Blythe was just splendid. Anne, I do think it s awful mean the way you treat Gil. Wait till I tell you. When you ran off the platform after the fairy dialogue one of your roses fell out of your hair. I saw Gil pick it up and put it in his breast pocket. There now. You re so romantic that I m sure you ought to be pleased at that." "It s nothing to me what that person does," said Anne loftily. "I simply never waste a thought on him, Diana." That night Marilla and Matthew, who had been out to a concert for the first time in twenty years, sat for a while by the kitchen fire after Anne had gone to bed. "Well now, I guess our Anne did as well as any of them," said Matthew proudly. "Yes, she did," admitted Marilla. "She s a bright child, Matthew. And she looked real nice too. I ve been kind of opposed to this concert scheme, but I suppose there s no real harm in it after all. Anyhow, I was proud of Anne tonight, although I m not going to tell her so." "Well now, I was proud of her and I did tell her so fore she went upstairs," said Matthew. "We must see what we can do for her some of these days, Marilla. I guess she ll need something more than Avonlea school by and by." "There s time enough to think of that," said Marilla. "She s only thirteen in March. Though tonight it struck me she was growing quite a big girl. Mrs. Lynde made that dress a mite too long, and it makes Anne look so tall. She s quick to learn and I guess the best thing we can do for her will be to send her to Queen s after a spell. But nothing need be said about that for a year or two yet." "Well now, it ll do no harm to be thinking it over off and on," said Matthew. "Things like that are all the better for lots of thinking over." CHAPTER XXIV UP CHAPTER XXVI 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 20 30 (Tue)
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概要 解説地図 概要 日本語:クーツ教会 業種:宗教団体 所在地:ニューオースティン - コーラスプリングス 解説 遭遇ミッションのうちの一つ、「埋葬業者」で登場するほか、オンラインでは「世間の評判」で登場する。RDRUNでも登場する。セスブライヤーが住んでいる。 本館に隣接して墓地がある。アルマジロにほど近い事から仕事の関係上、本来は葬儀社であるエルディン・グラブが死体の運搬や埋葬の手伝いも担う事になっているのだがコレラの蔓延で埋葬処理が追い付かずここの墓地に埋葬出来ていないのが現状である。ここにはマクファーレンの兄弟も埋葬されている。 名前 出生-没年 備考 Josephine Byrd 1878/4/1 Jackson Greenwood 1891/6/23 Ethan MacFarlane 1884-1903 Cole MacFarlane 1899/7/26 ヘッドショットを受けて死亡 Hank MacFarlane 1881-1893/12/3 結核により死亡 Gus MacFarlane 1883-1905/8/4 バーでの戦いで死亡 Owen MacFarlane 1882/3/17-1896/6/23 慢性の下痢により死亡 Cowboyおそらく西部劇映画の金字塔「夕陽のガンマン」の主人公のイースターエッグ -1897/9/16 Priscilla Johnson 1903/7/23 Hamilton Murphy 1867-1903 Dwight Bundy 1851-1887 Gideon Knox 1876/1/8 Lydia Grubb 1878-1909 Calvin Draper 1886/11/2 Rosie Tenerton 1856-1878 Francis Moon 1897/5/23 Nelly Dillard 1879-1908 Theodore Kilbane 1891/7/12 Judith Johnston 1835-1857/2/2 Unknown 1872-1907 地図
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Insanely Twisted Shadow Planet 項目数:17(12+5) 総ポイント:250(200+50) 難易度:★★☆☆☆(ソロプレイの場合ランタンレースとシャドウハンターは+★) 製品情報:マーケットプレース 配信日:2011年8月3日 DL費用:800MSP ジャンル:アクション アドベンチャー, シューティング 全7ステージ。 注意すべき実績は「百万長者」と「マラソンランナー」 すべての実績はクリア後のデータから続行でも取れるので、1周目でコンプしようと神経質にならなくていい オンは過疎気味なので協力者が欲しい場合は注意 DLCのシャドウハンターは自機の強化と回復・マップ・雑魚・ボスと全ての要素がランダムな為、臨機応変に対応できる腕と敵に対するある程度の知識が必要。 生物ステージ クリア 生物ステージのボスを倒す 10 母星ステージ クリア 母星ステージの最後まで進み、シャドウ プラネットへワープする 10 海洋ステージ クリア 海の底で水の牢獄から脱出する 10 氷結ステージ クリア 赤のクリスタルを破壊して、磁力ステージにたどり着く 10 機械ステージ クリア 機械ステージのボスを倒す 10 電力ステージ クリア 電力ステージのボスを倒す 10 ゲームをクリア 最終ボスを倒す 50 マラソン ランナー ランタン レースで第 9 アリーナに到達する 20 考古学者 アーティファクトをすべて集める 20 探険家 シャドウ プラネットのマップをすべて探索する 20 百万長者 ランタン レースで 1,000,000 ポイントを記録する 10 完全装備 宇宙船のアップグレードをすべて手に入れる 20 アバターアワード UFO シングルプレイヤー キャンペーンをクリアして獲得せよ! Shadow Planet Tシャツ(男女) シャドウプラネットから無事母星に帰還して獲得せよ! 追加実績 :2011年10月12日配信 シャドウハンター(400MSP) ハンター見習い シャドウ ハンターで最初のボスを倒す 5 新人ハンター シャドウ ハンターの 1 回のマッチでボスを 2 体倒す 10 ベテランハンター シャドウ ハンターの 1 回のマッチでボスを 4 体倒す 20 スイーパー シャドウ ハンターでスコア 250,000 を達成する 5 クリーナー シャドウ ハンターでスコア 500,000 を達成する 10 母星ステージ クリア 生物ステージ クリア 海洋ステージ クリア 氷結ステージ クリア 機械ステージ クリア 電力ステージ クリア ゲームをクリア 物語進行すると自動的に取得。 考古学者 http //www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RdGMHNbq9g 完全装備 武器とシールド両方をLV3にすれば良い。 ゲーム中スタートボタンで確認可能。 http //www.youtube.com/watch?v=PziTfjuWoDc http //www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQHvJ6DGTsE 百万長者 ソロプレイ、XboxLiveでの協力プレイ、ローカル協力、どれでも条件満たせば解除される。 ソロだと火力不足で苦しい。しかし協力プレイだと協力しないと到達不可能。 実績解除はリザルト画面に戻った瞬間。 マラソンランナー 約4000mほど進めば解除。 マップは毎回ランダム選択なのでリザルト画面の距離は目安。 参考動画。 協力プレイ 百万長者+マラソンランナー http //www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-Lkuqh6GZA ソロプレイ 百万長者+マラソンランナー http //www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsc3fMx0uz8 ◆シャドウハンター スタートと同時にカウントダウンが始まるタイマー(時限爆弾)をアームで掴んで運びながら、その時間内に最深部に設置するのが目的。 タイマーは時間だけでなく、敵の攻撃を受けることでも減少し、中には自機には見向きもせずタイマーを狙う敵もいる。 ソロプレイの場合は戦闘に加えてタイマーの運搬・護衛を一人で行う為、雑魚の対応にすら相当苦しめられる。 ランタンレースと同じくマップは毎回ランダム形成。 最深部へのルートの他に、行き止まりではあるがパワーアップアイテムやタイマーを大幅に回復できるチャージポイントが設置されていたりもする。 LBを押しっぱなしで周囲のマップが表示されるので、現在の状況と照らし合わせて進もう。 マップには表示されないが所々に小部屋があり、中に入ると入り口が封鎖され、ランタンレースのアリーナのように計3回敵のWAVEを相手にすることになる(出現する敵はランダム) それらを全て倒すと入り口が開くと同時に、自機のパワーアップアイテムとタイマーの回復及びタイマー用のパワーアップアイテムが出現する。 また、タイマーのカウントダウンはステージ毎ではなくゲームを通して引き継がれていくので、時間ギリギリでクリアした場合、次のステージ開始時に若干の回復はできるものの、余裕のない状態で進行していくことになる。 この為、チャージポイントや小部屋を通ってタイマーを回復していくのが基本的な進め方となるが、時間や火力に余裕があるのならば、小部屋や道中の雑魚は無視して進むのもひとつの手。 ステージの最後にはボスが待ち構えているのだが、そのボスまでもが数種類の中からランダムで出現する。 協力プレイの場合は参加人数によって弱点や攻撃箇所だけでなく、個体そのものが増えるタイプもいるので、一概に楽になるとは言えない。 ハンター見習い 新人ハンター 慎重に進めばソロでも問題なく解除できる。 ※coop時に死亡し、生き残った他のプレイヤがボスを倒したときに撃破数がカウントされるかは不明。要検証。 ベテランハンター ある程度慣れている人と組めばそこまで難しくはない。 ソロの場合は文字通りベテランと言えるだけの腕が必要と思われる。 ただ、ソロ・coopを問わず出現する敵によって難易度が左右されることも確か。 coopの場合は役割を分担し、特に通常ショットのアップグレードは攻撃をメインにする人に譲っていこう。一人が3WAYになるだけでも相当心強い。 スイーパー 小部屋を消化しながら進めば、2つめの小惑星をクリアする頃には目標スコアに届く。 ゴール優先で敵を無視していく場合は3つめの小惑星の途中あたりに到達。 ソロでも十分解除可能。 リザルト画面にて解除。 クリーナー クリアした小惑星の数だけ倍率がかかるので、まめに小部屋を通過していれば3つめの小惑星の途中には目標スコアに到達している。 リザルト画面にて解除。
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[部分編集] Tunnelfight 地下坑道の戦闘 Tunnelfight概要 攻略 帝国の人々は領土の地下にドワーフ族とスケイブンとの闘争による脅威が潜んでいる事を知らない。 今もドワーフ族はケイオス軍ラット族の地下坑道を塞ごうと努め、帝国の北の国境を維持している。 [部分編集] 概要 戦闘ステージ。 Dwarflord の討伐。 地下坑道の出口の捜索。 Kasqit の生存。 [部分編集] 攻略 中央部の大空間が正念場。迂闊に飛び込むと四方からタコ殴りにされるので注意。 Dwarfload は右上にいる。 出口は左上。左上からマップ外に出る様に移動してすれば良い。
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Enchanted Spear 威力と攻防の補正を両立した槍 Enchanted Spear 片手武器 研究Lv 属性 属性2 内部ID 9 0 1 威力 攻撃補正 攻撃回数 長さ 7 2 1 4 防御力 防御補正 回避率 重さ 2 射程 弾数 特殊 その他 ゲーム内解説文 This spear is enchanted with accuracy and quickness. 和訳 この槍は、正確さと素早さの魔力を付加されています。 注記 星魔法系の基本武器の1つ。そこそこの長さを持つ槍で、癖の無い性能になっている。 威力はそこまで高いわけでもないが、十分な技量補正に加えて槍の長さを持つため、何らかの理由で長さを重視したい場合には便利。それが不要な場面でも、持っていて困ることはまず無い。 兄弟分とも言えるEnchanted Swordのほうが基本性能には優れるので、明らかに長さの利点がある場合でもなければそちらを優先しても良いだろう。もっとも、差はそれほど大きなものでもない。 コメント 名前 コメント
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CHAPTER XXX UP CHAPTER XXXII CHAPTER XXXI Where the Brook and River Meet Anne had her "good" summer and enjoyed it wholeheartedly. She and Diana fairly lived outdoors, reveling in all the delights that Lover s Lane and the Dryad s Bubble and Willowmere and Victoria Island afforded. Marilla offered no objections to Anne s gypsyings. The Spencervale doctor who had come the night Minnie May had the croup met Anne at the house of a patient one afternoon early in vacation, looked her over sharply, screwed up his mouth, shook his head, and sent a message to Marilla Cuthbert by another person. It was "Keep that redheaded girl of yours in the open air all summer and don t let her read books until she gets more spring into her step." This message frightened Marilla wholesomely. She read Anne s death warrant by consumption in it unless it was scrupulously obeyed. As a result, Anne had the golden summer of her life as far as freedom and frolic went. She walked, rowed, berried, and dreamed to her heart s content; and when September came she was bright-eyed and alert, with a step that would have satisfied the Spencervale doctor and a heart full of ambition and zest once more. "I feel just like studying with might and main," she declared as she brought her books down from the attic. "Oh, you good old friends, I m glad to see your honest faces once more--yes, even you, geometry. I ve had a perfectly beautiful summer, Marilla, and now I m rejoicing as a strong man to run a race, as Mr. Allan said last Sunday. Doesn t Mr. Allan preach magnificent sermons? Mrs. Lynde says he is improving every day and the first thing we know some city church will gobble him up and then we ll be left and have to turn to and break in another green preacher. But I don t see the use of meeting trouble halfway, do you, Marilla? I think it would be better just to enjoy Mr. Allan while we have him. If I were a man I think I d be a minister. They can have such an influence for good, if their theology is sound; and it must be thrilling to preach splendid sermons and stir your hearers hearts. Why can t women be ministers, Marilla? I asked Mrs. Lynde that and she was shocked and said it would be a scandalous thing. She said there might be female ministers in the States and she believed there was, but thank goodness we hadn t got to that stage in Canada yet and she hoped we never would. But I don t see why. I think women would make splendid ministers. When there is a social to be got up or a church tea or anything else to raise money the women have to turn to and do the work. I m sure Mrs. Lynde can pray every bit as well as Superintendent Bell and I ve no doubt she could preach too with a little practice." "Yes, I believe she could," said Marilla dryly. "She does plenty of unofficial preaching as it is. Nobody has much of a chance to go wrong in Avonlea with Rachel to oversee them." "Marilla," said Anne in a burst of confidence, "I want to tell you something and ask you what you think about it. It has worried me terribly--on Sunday afternoons, that is, when I think specially about such matters. I do really want to be good; and when I m with you or Mrs. Allan or Miss Stacy I want it more than ever and I want to do just what would please you and what you would approve of. But mostly when I m with Mrs. Lynde I feel desperately wicked and as if I wanted to go and do the very thing she tells me I oughtn t to do. I feel irresistibly tempted to do it. Now, what do you think is the reason I feel like that? Do you think it s because I m really bad and unregenerate?" Marilla looked dubious for a moment. Then she laughed. "If you are I guess I am too, Anne, for Rachel often has that very effect on me. I sometimes think she d have more of an influence for good, as you say yourself, if she didn t keep nagging people to do right. There should have been a special commandment against nagging. But there, I shouldn t talk so. Rachel is a good Christian woman and she means well. There isn t a kinder soul in Avonlea and she never shirks her share of work." "I m very glad you feel the same," said Anne decidedly. "It s so encouraging. I shan t worry so much over that after this. But I dare say there ll be other things to worry me. They keep coming up new all the time--things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question and there s another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you re beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what is right. It s a serious thing to grow up, isn t it, Marilla? But when I have such good friends as you and Matthew and Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy I ought to grow up successfully, and I m sure it will be my own fault if I don t. I feel it s a great responsibility because I have only the one chance. If I don t grow up right I can t go back and begin over again. I ve grown two inches this summer, Marilla. Mr. Gillis measured me at Ruby s party. I m so glad you made my new dresses longer. That dark-green one is so pretty and it was sweet of you to put on the flounce. Of course I know it wasn t really necessary, but flounces are so stylish this fall and Josie Pye has flounces on all her dresses. I know I ll be able to study better because of mine. I shall have such a comfortable feeling deep down in my mind about that flounce." "It s worth something to have that," admitted Marilla. Miss Stacy came back to Avonlea school and found all her pupils eager for work once more. Especially did the Queen s class gird up their loins for the fray, for at the end of the coming year, dimly shadowing their pathway already, loomed up that fateful thing known as "the Entrance," at the thought of which one and all felt their hearts sink into their very shoes. Suppose they did not pass! That thought was doomed to haunt Anne through the waking hours of that winter, Sunday afternoons inclusive, to the almost entire exclusion of moral and theological problems. When Anne had bad dreams she found herself staring miserably at pass lists of the Entrance exams, where Gilbert Blythe s name was blazoned at the top and in which hers did not appear at all. But it was a jolly, busy, happy swift-flying winter. Schoolwork was as interesting, class rivalry as absorbing, as of yore. New worlds of thought, feeling, and ambition, fresh, fascinating fields of unexplored knowledge seemed to be opening out before Anne s eager eyes. "Hills peeped o er hill and Alps on Alps arose." Much of all this was due to Miss Stacy s tactful, careful, broadminded guidance. She led her class to think and explore and discover for themselves and encouraged straying from the old beaten paths to a degree that quite shocked Mrs. Lynde and the school trustees, who viewed all innovations on established methods rather dubiously. Apart from her studies Anne expanded socially, for Marilla, mindful of the Spencervale doctor s dictum, no longer vetoed occasional outings. The Debating Club flourished and gave several concerts; there were one or two parties almost verging on grown-up affairs; there were sleigh drives and skating frolics galore. Betweentimes Anne grew, shooting up so rapidly that Marilla was astonished one day, when they were standing side by side, to find the girl was taller than herself. "Why, Anne, how you ve grown!" she said, almost unbelievingly. A sigh followed on the words. Marilla felt a queer regret over Anne s inches. The child she had learned to love had vanished somehow and here was this tall, serious-eyed girl of fifteen, with the thoughtful brows and the proudly poised little head, in her place. Marilla loved the girl as much as she had loved the child, but she was conscious of a queer sorrowful sense of loss. And that night, when Anne had gone to prayer meeting with Diana, Marilla sat alone in the wintry twilight and indulged in the weakness of a cry. Matthew, coming in with a lantern, caught her at it and gazed at her in such consternation that Marilla had to laugh through her tears. "I was thinking about Anne," she explained. "She s got to be such a big girl--and she ll probably be away from us next winter. I ll miss her terrible." "She ll be able to come home often," comforted Matthew, to whom Anne was as yet and always would be the little, eager girl he had brought home from Bright River on that June evening four years before. "The branch railroad will be built to Carmody by that time." "It won t be the same thing as having her here all the time," sighed Marilla gloomily, determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted. "But there--men can t understand these things!" There were other changes in Anne no less real than the physical change. For one thing, she became much quieter. Perhaps she thought all the more and dreamed as much as ever, but she certainly talked less. Marilla noticed and commented on this also. "You don t chatter half as much as you used to, Anne, nor use half as many big words. What has come over you?" Anne colored and laughed a little, as she dropped her book and looked dreamily out of the window, where big fat red buds were bursting out on the creeper in response to the lure of the spring sunshine. "I don t know--I don t want to talk as much," she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. "It s nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one s heart, like treasures. I don t like to have them laughed at or wondered over. And somehow I don t want to use big words any more. It s almost a pity, isn t it, now that I m really growing big enough to say them if I did want to. It s fun to be almost grown up in some ways, but it s not the kind of fun I expected, Marilla. There s so much to learn and do and think that there isn t time for big words. Besides, Miss Stacy says the short ones are much stronger and better. She makes us write all our essays as simply as possible. It was hard at first. I was so used to crowding in all the fine big words I could think of--and I thought of any number of them. But I ve got used to it now and I see it s so much better." "What has become of your story club? I haven t heard you speak of it for a long time." "The story club isn t in existence any longer. We hadn t time for it--and anyhow I think we had got tired of it. It was silly to be writing about love and murder and elopements and mysteries. Miss Stacy sometimes has us write a story for training in composition, but she won t let us write anything but what might happen in Avonlea in our own lives, and she criticizes it very sharply and makes us criticize our own too. I never thought my compositions had so many faults until I began to look for them myself. I felt so ashamed I wanted to give up altogether, but Miss Stacy said I could learn to write well if I only trained myself to be my own severest critic. And so I am trying to." "You ve only two more months before the Entrance," said Marilla. "Do you think you ll be able to get through?" Anne shivered. "I don t know. Sometimes I think I ll be all right--and then I get horribly afraid. We ve studied hard and Miss Stacy has drilled us thoroughly, but we mayn t get through for all that. We ve each got a stumbling block. Mine is geometry of course, and Jane s is Latin, and Ruby and Charlie s is algebra, and Josie s is arithmetic. Moody Spurgeon says he feels it in his bones that he is going to fail in English history. Miss Stacy is going to give us examinations in June just as hard as we ll have at the Entrance and mark us just as strictly, so we ll have some idea. I wish it was all over, Marilla. It haunts me. Sometimes I wake up in the night and wonder what I ll do if I don t pass." "Why, go to school next year and try again," said Marilla unconcernedly. "Oh, I don t believe I d have the heart for it. It would be such a disgrace to fail, especially if Gil--if the others passed. And I get so nervous in an examination that I m likely to make a mess of it. I wish I had nerves like Jane Andrews. Nothing rattles her." Anne sighed and, dragging her eyes from the witcheries of the spring world, the beckoning day of breeze and blue, and the green things upspringing in the garden, buried herself resolutely in her book. There would be other springs, but if she did not succeed in passing the Entrance, Anne felt convinced that she would never recover sufficiently to enjoy them. CHAPTER XXX UP CHAPTER XXXII 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 17 59 (Tue)
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Voice chat MAG is also compatible with voice chat. It is possible to speak to the employee during the fighting between the squads. In order to share detailed information, I have a microphone, please join us. It is also prone to connect a microphone and captain positions. I also do not own a microphone, please try to adjust the volume to hear the audio from TV In the default settings are erased and written to the SE BGM, I can not hear the audio. Configuration Example Is one example. Please try to adjust yourself because it is affected by the environment, such as televisions and microphones. BGM 5 Characters Volume 50 Voice chat volume 100 SE 5 Microphone Sensitivity 100 blankimgプラグインエラー:ご指定のファイルがありません。アップロード済みのファイルを指定してください。 Sound character, "was a bomb placed anti-aircraft guns," so let s give you the sound you hear announcements and other important information. In addition, the microphone sensitivity and even the PS3, you can change the audio output of the VC. From the XMB, sound equipment configuration settings → Settings → Peripherals can be set.
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Visitor No. - - - One Line Drawing (一筆書き) (This part is about Japanese-English translation trouble.) 英訳サイトで調べたら、One Stroke sketch とでましたが、画像ぐぐってもほとんどでない。上記のがよく出る。 困って、考えてみれば、線画は通常drawing(ドローイング)って呼ぶし、ま、そんなこんなで脳みそ絞ってみたら、出ました。結果、strokeに問題があったようで、One Lineなら、Sketchでもたくさん出ることが判った。一気に描くものもは、strokeに多かった。(Aug.2015) 1st I found a stamps in Aug 2015.(8月に発見) Original Size This is it. It was a stamp of Danmark designed by Boye Willumsen. Then I traced it, and found it s one line drawing. これ! デンマークの切手で、Boye Willumsenのデザインしたもの。その後なぞってみて、一筆書きであることを確認。 Next I tried two of my drawing with pencil, scanning, tracing on MS-paint. 次に、自分でやってみようと、鉛筆で下書き、スキャン、MS-Paintで線引きしてみた。 Original Size Original Size PDF File But hard to change color or width of line after finished them. So, I programmed in delphi 5j on WinXP(US). Using Bezier^2 curve, save not pix but coodinary data. And when print, reading printer s dpi info and re-write to printer s buffer memory. Then I finished up the 3rd on 21 Sept. 2015. しかし、書いた後で、色を変えるとか線の太さを変更するのは、とても、困難。 そんな訳で、winXP(US版)のDelphi5jでプログラムすることに。2次ベジエ曲線を使って、画像ではなく、座標で保存。印刷時にはプリンタの密度に応じて再描画した画像をバッファに送信する方法。 それで、3つ目が2015.9.21に完成。 Original Size Mono Color Simple Line PNG file Full Color PDF file Mono Color Variation lines PDF file Mono Color Simple Lines PDF file This program is not finished-up. プログラムは未完成。
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