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CHAPTER XIII UP CHAPTER XV CHAPTER XIV Anne s Confession ON the Monday evening before the picnic Marilla came down from her room with a troubled face. "Anne," she said to that small personage, who was shelling peas by the spotless table and singing, "Nelly of the Hazel Dell" with a vigor and expression that did credit to Diana s teaching, "did you see anything of my amethyst brooch? I thought I stuck it in my pincushion when I came home from church yesterday evening, but I can t find it anywhere." "I--I saw it this afternoon when you were away at the Aid Society," said Anne, a little slowly. "I was passing your door when I saw it on the cushion, so I went in to look at it." "Did you touch it?" said Marilla sternly. "Y-e-e-s," admitted Anne, "I took it up and I pinned it on my breast just to see how it would look." "You had no business to do anything of the sort. It s very wrong in a little girl to meddle. You shouldn t have gone into my room in the first place and you shouldn t have touched a brooch that didn t belong to you in the second. Where did you put it?" "Oh, I put it back on the bureau. I hadn t it on a minute. Truly, I didn t mean to meddle, Marilla. I didn t think about its being wrong to go in and try on the brooch; but I see now that it was and I ll never do it again. That s one good thing about me. I never do the same naughty thing twice." "You didn t put it back," said Marilla. "That brooch isn t anywhere on the bureau. You ve taken it out or something, Anne." "I did put it back," said Anne quickly--pertly, Marilla thought. "I don t just remember whether I stuck it on the pincushion or laid it in the china tray. But I m perfectly certain I put it back." "I ll go and have another look," said Marilla, determining to be just. "If you put that brooch back it s there still. If it isn t I ll know you didn t, that s all!" Marilla went to her room and made a thorough search, not only over the bureau but in every other place she thought the brooch might possibly be. It was not to be found and she returned to the kitchen. "Anne, the brooch is gone. By your own admission you were the last person to handle it. Now, what have you done with it? Tell me the truth at once. Did you take it out and lose it?" "No, I didn t," said Anne solemnly, meeting Marilla s angry gaze squarely. "I never took the brooch out of your room and that is the truth, if I was to be led to the block for it--although I m not very certain what a block is. So there, Marilla." Anne s "so there" was only intended to emphasize her assertion, but Marilla took it as a display of defiance. "I believe you are telling me a falsehood, Anne," she said sharply. "I know you are. There now, don t say anything more unless you are prepared to tell the whole truth. Go to your room and stay there until you are ready to confess." "Will I take the peas with me?" said Anne meekly. "No, I ll finish shelling them myself. Do as I bid you." When Anne had gone Marilla went about her evening tasks in a very disturbed state of mind. She was worried about her valuable brooch. What if Anne had lost it? And how wicked of the child to deny having taken it, when anybody could see she must have! With such an innocent face, too! "I don t know what I wouldn t sooner have had happen," thought Marilla, as she nervously shelled the peas. "Of course, I don t suppose she meant to steal it or anything like that. She s just taken it to play with or help along that imagination of hers. She must have taken it, that s clear, for there hasn t been a soul in that room since she was in it, by her own story, until I went up tonight. And the brooch is gone, there s nothing surer. I suppose she has lost it and is afraid to own up for fear she ll be punished. It s a dreadful thing to think she tells falsehoods. It s a far worse thing than her fit of temper. It s a fearful responsibility to have a child in your house you can t trust. Slyness and untruthfulness--that s what she has displayed. I declare I feel worse about that than about the brooch. If she d only have told the truth about it I wouldn t mind so much." Marilla went to her room at intervals all through the evening and searched for the brooch, without finding it. A bedtime visit to the east gable produced no result. Anne persisted in denying that she knew anything about the brooch but Marilla was only the more firmly convinced that she did. She told Matthew the story the next morning. Matthew was confounded and puzzled; he could not so quickly lose faith in Anne but he had to admit that circumstances were against her. "You re sure it hasn t fell down behind the bureau?" was the only suggestion he could offer. "I ve moved the bureau and I ve taken out the drawers and I ve looked in every crack and cranny" was Marilla s positive answer. "The brooch is gone and that child has taken it and lied about it. That s the plain, ugly truth, Matthew Cuthbert, and we might as well look it in the face." "Well now, what are you going to do about it?" Matthew asked forlornly, feeling secretly thankful that Marilla and not he had to deal with the situation. He felt no desire to put his oar in this time. "She ll stay in her room until she confesses," said Marilla grimly, remembering the success of this method in the former case. "Then we ll see. Perhaps we ll be able to find the brooch if she ll only tell where she took it; but in any case she ll have to be severely punished, Matthew." "Well now, you ll have to punish her," said Matthew, reaching for his hat. "I ve nothing to do with it, remember. You warned me off yourself." Marilla felt deserted by everyone. She could not even go to Mrs. Lynde for advice. She went up to the east gable with a very serious face and left it with a face more serious still. Anne steadfastly refused to confess. She persisted in asserting that she had not taken the brooch. The child had evidently been crying and Marilla felt a pang of pity which she sternly repressed. By night she was, as she expressed it, "beat out." "You ll stay in this room until you confess, Anne. You can make up your mind to that," she said firmly. "But the picnic is tomorrow, Marilla," cried Anne. "You won t keep me from going to that, will you? You ll just let me out for the afternoon, won t you? Then I ll stay here as long as you like AFTERWARDS cheerfully. But I MUST go to the picnic." "You ll not go to picnics nor anywhere else until you ve confessed, Anne." "Oh, Marilla," gasped Anne. But Marilla had gone out and shut the door. Wednesday morning dawned as bright and fair as if expressly made to order for the picnic. Birds sang around Green Gables; the Madonna lilies in the garden sent out whiffs of perfume that entered in on viewless winds at every door and window, and wandered through halls and rooms like spirits of benediction. The birches in the hollow waved joyful hands as if watching for Anne s usual morning greeting from the east gable. But Anne was not at her window. When Marilla took her breakfast up to her she found the child sitting primly on her bed, pale and resolute, with tight-shut lips and gleaming eyes. "Marilla, I m ready to confess." "Ah!" Marilla laid down her tray. Once again her method had succeeded; but her success was very bitter to her. "Let me hear what you have to say then, Anne." "I took the amethyst brooch," said Anne, as if repeating a lesson she had learned. "I took it just as you said. I didn t mean to take it when I went in. But it did look so beautiful, Marilla, when I pinned it on my breast that I was overcome by an irresistible temptation. I imagined how perfectly thrilling it would be to take it to Idlewild and play I was the Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald. It would be so much easier to imagine I was the Lady Cordelia if I had a real amethyst brooch on. Diana and I make necklaces of roseberries but what are roseberries compared to amethysts? So I took the brooch. I thought I could put it back before you came home. I went all the way around by the road to lengthen out the time. When I was going over the bridge across the Lake of Shining Waters I took the brooch off to have another look at it. Oh, how it did shine in the sunlight! And then, when I was leaning over the bridge, it just slipped through my fingers--so--and went down--down--down, all purply-sparkling, and sank forevermore beneath the Lake of Shining Waters. And that s the best I can do at confessing, Marilla." Marilla felt hot anger surge up into her heart again. This child had taken and lost her treasured amethyst brooch and now sat there calmly reciting the details thereof without the least apparent compunction or repentance. "Anne, this is terrible," she said, trying to speak calmly. "You are the very wickedest girl I ever heard of." "Yes, I suppose I am," agreed Anne tranquilly. "And I know I ll have to be punished. It ll be your duty to punish me, Marilla. Won t you please get it over right off because I d like to go to the picnic with nothing on my mind." "Picnic, indeed! You ll go to no picnic today, Anne Shirley. That shall be your punishment. And it isn t half severe enough either for what you ve done!" "Not go to the picnic!" Anne sprang to her feet and clutched Marilla s hand. "But you PROMISED me I might! Oh, Marilla, I must go to the picnic. That was why I confessed. Punish me any way you like but that. Oh, Marilla, please, please, let me go to the picnic. Think of the ice cream! For anything you know I may never have a chance to taste ice cream again." Marilla disengaged Anne s clinging hands stonily. "You needn t plead, Anne. You are not going to the picnic and that s final. No, not a word." Anne realized that Marilla was not to be moved. She clasped her hands together, gave a piercing shriek, and then flung herself face downward on the bed, crying and writhing in an utter abandonment of disappointment and despair. "For the land s sake!" gasped Marilla, hastening from the room. "I believe the child is crazy. No child in her senses would behave as she does. If she isn t she s utterly bad. Oh dear, I m afraid Rachel was right from the first. But I ve put my hand to the plow and I won t look back." That was a dismal morning. Marilla worked fiercely and scrubbed the porch floor and the dairy shelves when she could find nothing else to do. Neither the shelves nor the porch needed it--but Marilla did. Then she went out and raked the yard. When dinner was ready she went to the stairs and called Anne. A tear-stained face appeared, looking tragically over the banisters. "Come down to your dinner, Anne." "I don t want any dinner, Marilla," said Anne, sobbingly. "I couldn t eat anything. My heart is broken. You ll feel remorse of conscience someday, I expect, for breaking it, Marilla, but I forgive you. Remember when the time comes that I forgive you. But please don t ask me to eat anything, especially boiled pork and greens. Boiled pork and greens are so unromantic when one is in affliction." Exasperated, Marilla returned to the kitchen and poured out her tale of woe to Matthew, who, between his sense of justice and his unlawful sympathy with Anne, was a miserable man. "Well now, she shouldn t have taken the brooch, Marilla, or told stories about it," he admitted, mournfully surveying his plateful of unromantic pork and greens as if he, like Anne, thought it a food unsuited to crises of feeling, "but she s such a little thing--such an interesting little thing. Don t you think it s pretty rough not to let her go to the picnic when she s so set on it?" "Matthew Cuthbert, I m amazed at you. I think I ve let her off entirely too easy. And she doesn t appear to realize how wicked she s been at all--that s what worries me most. If she d really felt sorry it wouldn t be so bad. And you don t seem to realize it, neither; you re making excuses for her all the time to yourself--I can see that." "Well now, she s such a little thing," feebly reiterated Matthew. "And there should be allowances made, Marilla. You know she s never had any bringing up." "Well, she s having it now" retorted Marilla. The retort silenced Matthew if it did not convince him. That dinner was a very dismal meal. The only cheerful thing about it was Jerry Buote, the hired boy, and Marilla resented his cheerfulness as a personal insult. When her dishes were washed and her bread sponge set and her hens fed Marilla remembered that she had noticed a small rent in her best black lace shawl when she had taken it off on Monday afternoon on returning from the Ladies Aid. She would go and mend it. The shawl was in a box in her trunk. As Marilla lifted it out, the sunlight, falling through the vines that clustered thickly about the window, struck upon something caught in the shawl--something that glittered and sparkled in facets of violet light. Marilla snatched at it with a gasp. It was the amethyst brooch, hanging to a thread of the lace by its catch! "Dear life and heart," said Marilla blankly, "what does this mean? Here s my brooch safe and sound that I thought was at the bottom of Barry s pond. Whatever did that girl mean by saying she took it and lost it? I declare I believe Green Gables is bewitched. I remember now that when I took off my shawl Monday afternoon I laid it on the bureau for a minute. I suppose the brooch got caught in it somehow. Well!" Marilla betook herself to the east gable, brooch in hand. Anne had cried herself out and was sitting dejectedly by the window. "Anne Shirley," said Marilla solemnly, "I ve just found my brooch hanging to my black lace shawl. Now I want to know what that rigmarole you told me this morning meant." "Why, you said you d keep me here until I confessed," returned Anne wearily, "and so I decided to confess because I was bound to get to the picnic. I thought out a confession last night after I went to bed and made it as interesting as I could. And I said it over and over so that I wouldn t forget it. But you wouldn t let me go to the picnic after all, so all my trouble was wasted." Marilla had to laugh in spite of herself. But her conscience pricked her. "Anne, you do beat all! But I was wrong--I see that now. I shouldn t have doubted your word when I d never known you to tell a story. Of course, it wasn t right for you to confess to a thing you hadn t done--it was very wrong to do so. But I drove you to it. So if you ll forgive me, Anne, I ll forgive you and we ll start square again. And now get yourself ready for the picnic." Anne flew up like a rocket. "Oh, Marilla, isn t it too late?" "No, it s only two o clock. They won t be more than well gathered yet and it ll be an hour before they have tea. Wash your face and comb your hair and put on your gingham. I ll fill a basket for you. There s plenty of stuff baked in the house. And I ll get Jerry to hitch up the sorrel and drive you down to the picnic ground." "Oh, Marilla," exclaimed Anne, flying to the washstand. "Five minutes ago I was so miserable I was wishing I d never been born and now I wouldn t change places with an angel!" That night a thoroughly happy, completely tired-out Anne returned to Green Gables in a state of beatification impossible to describe. "Oh, Marilla, I ve had a perfectly scrumptious time. Scrumptious is a new word I learned today. I heard Mary Alice Bell use it. Isn t it very expressive? Everything was lovely. We had a splendid tea and then Mr. Harmon Andrews took us all for a row on the Lake of Shining Waters--six of us at a time. And Jane Andrews nearly fell overboard. She was leaning out to pick water lilies and if Mr. Andrews hadn t caught her by her sash just in the nick of time she d fallen in and prob ly been drowned. I wish it had been me. It would have been such a romantic experience to have been nearly drowned. It would be such a thrilling tale to tell. And we had the ice cream. Words fail me to describe that ice cream. Marilla, I assure you it was sublime." That evening Marilla told the whole story to Matthew over her stocking basket. "I m willing to own up that I made a mistake," she concluded candidly, "but I ve learned a lesson. I have to laugh when I think of Anne s `confession, although I suppose I shouldn t for it really was a falsehood. But it doesn t seem as bad as the other would have been, somehow, and anyhow I m responsible for it. That child is hard to understand in some respects. But I believe she ll turn out all right yet. And there s one thing certain, no house will ever be dull that she s in." CHAPTER XIII UP CHAPTER XV 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 25 11 (Tue)
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Our sociocultural constructs focus on daily practice and the embodied experience of places of social memory. This is observed and reflected in the artwork so as to recreate states of intensity along the spectrum of the collective affect between the human body, the nonhuman agents, the urban artifacts and all the infinitesimal steps in between as visual schemas. Consequently, the transduction process of these intensities as a time-image is transcribed in the artwork as a hybrid interface between the necessary actual and the possibilist virtual within a spatiotemporal continuum. The posthumanist approach to the health system acknowledges the implication of humans in the context of diversity-dependent meshwork, while also engaging with recent developments in the NIBC suite of technologies. On this basis, all manners and forms of contingent material relations in the biophysiological system are taken into consideration for the public health in the age of emerging biotechnology. The enactment for posthuman pathology is predicated on multiagent interactions between the human body and nonhuman entities in the meshwork of social and material assemblages. Ryota Matsumoto is an artist, designer and urban planner. Born in Tokyo, he was raised in Hong Kong and Japan. He received a Master of Architecture degree from University of Pennsylvania in 2007 after his studies at Architectural Association in London and Mackintosh School of Architecture, Glasgow School of Art in the early 90s. Matsumoto has previously collaborated with a cofounder of the Metabolist Movement, Kisho Kurokawa, and with Arata Isozaki, Cesar Pelli, Peter Christopherson, MIT Media Lab ,and Nihon Sekkei Inc. His current interest gravitates around the embodiment of cultural possibilities in art, ecology, and urban topography.
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Home→シナリオ／Mission Quest→第5章：闇に吹き荒れる嵐／Chapter 5：The Storm in the Darkness 第5章：闇に吹き荒れる嵐 Chapter 5：The Storm in the Darkness EP1：未知の闇の中で／In the Unknown Darkness 報酬／Reward：EXP 1,150,000 ルナヘンテ山：頂上へ入るとスタート。 Start from Lunagent Mountain Summit. 出会った女性と共にモンスターを討伐 (侵食された騎士×2、侵食された闘士×1？) Defeat monsters(Corroded Knight x2, Corroded Fighter x1 ?) with the Woman. 戦士の揺籃(ゆりかご)へ行く。(実際に他の場所へ飛ばされます) Go to the Cradle of Soldiers. (Soldiers through you to another place.) EP2：呪符のありか／The Charm 報酬／Reward：EXP 1,310,000 『未知の闇の中で』終了後に自動的にスタート。 It starts automaticaly after finish "In the Unknown Darkness". バーノスに会いにいく。 Go to see Burnos. 転生の泉：最上部へ入り、バーノスと共に"ケルベロス Lv97"を討伐。 Enter "Spring of Rebirth Top" and Defeat "Cerberus Lv97".(Burnos helps you) EP3：干上がる闇の鏡／The Parched Dark Mirror 報酬／Reward：EXP 1,370,000 『闇の鏡』へ入るとミッションスタート Enter "Dark Mirror" to start. "ゾルバン Lv98(Boss)"を討伐。 Defeat "Zolban Lv98(Boss)". EP4：昇華の園の激闘／Fierce Battle in the Garden 報酬／Reward：EXP 1,550,000 『昇華の園』へ入るとミッションスタート Enter "Garden of Sublimation" to start. ヘイリオスに会いに行く。 Go to see Halios. "アラネア Lv100(Boss)"を討伐。 Defeat "Aranea Lv100(Boss)". EP5：闇に射す光／A Ligjt in the Darkness 報酬／Reward：EXP 1,750,000 黒き川跡からミッションスタート。 Start from the Trace of Dark River. 戦士の揺籃(ゆりかご)へ向かう。 Go to the Cradle of Soldiers. デュンケリスを"ベクシズ Lv103(ボス)"から救出する。 Rescue Dunkelis from "Bexiz Lv103(Boss)". EP6：館に巣食う者／The Ones Nesting in the Manor 報酬／Reward：EXP 1,970,000 黒き川跡からミッションスタート。 Start from the Trace of Dark Revier. 闇の館へ行き、エリア2にて"侵食された近衛兵 Lv93 ×2"を倒す。(ボンゲアが手伝ってくれます。) Go to the Dark Manor. And defeat "Corroded Sentry Lv93 x2" at Dark Manor Area 2. (Bongea helps you.) プラスティダ：最深部へ行き、ヴェーテンデスを救出する。"??? Lv100、触手 Lv96"と戦闘。 Go to Plastida Deepest Part to rescue Vatendeth. And defeat "??? Lv100, Strange Tentacle Lv96". "イミタベート Lv106(ボス)"を討伐 Defeat "Imitater Lv106(Boss)". EP7：闇の城／The Dark Castle 報酬／Reward：EXP 2,210,000 闇の館：エリア1からミッションスタート。 Start from Dark Manor Area 1. 闇の荒野へ飛ばされ、ヴェーテンデスと共に"アラネゴ Lv103"を討伐。 Jump to Dark Wasteland and Defeat "Aranego Lv103".(Vatendeth helps you.) 闇の館：大広間へ行き、"イミタグリース Lv109(ボス)"を討伐し、グリーシアを救出する。 Go to Dark Castle Grand Hall and defeat "Imitacia Lv109(Boss)". Rescue Grecia. EP8(Final)：生の世界へ／To the World of the Living 報酬／Reward：EXP 2,220,000 『EP7：闇の城』クリア後、自動的に開始。 ストーリーを読破でミッションクリア！ It starts automaticaly when clear "EP7 The Dark Castle". Mission clear by finish reading story.
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UP CHAPTER II CHAPTER I Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof. There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbor s business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain. She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she "ran" the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday-school, and was the strongest prop of the Church Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, knitting "cotton warp" quilts--she had knitted sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices--and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound up the steep red hill beyond. Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence with water on two sides of it, anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over that hill road and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs. Rachel s all-seeing eye. She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky- white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees. Thomas Lynde-- a meek little man whom Avonlea people called "Rachel Lynde s husband"--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel knew that he ought because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William J. Blair s store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life. And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance. Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there? Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs. Rachel, deftly putting this and that together, might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was something that didn t happen often. Mrs. Rachel, ponder as she might, could make nothing of it and her afternoon s enjoyment was spoiled. "I ll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he s gone and why," the worthy woman finally concluded. "He doesn t generally go to town this time of year and he NEVER visits; if he d run out of turnip seed he wouldn t dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn t driving fast enough to be going for a doctor. Yet something must have happened since last night to start him off. I m clean puzzled, that s what, and I won t know a minute s peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonlea today." Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; the big, rambling, orchard-embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was a scant quarter of a mile up the road from Lynde s Hollow. To be sure, the long lane made it a good deal further. Matthew Cuthbert s father, as shy and silent as his son after him, had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead. Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was to this day, barely visible from the main road along which all the other Avonlea houses were so sociably situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a place LIVING at all. "It s just STAYING, that s what," she said as she stepped along the deep-rutted, grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes. "It s no wonder Matthew and Marilla are both a little odd, living away back here by themselves. Trees aren t much company, though dear knows if they were there d be enough of them. I d ruther look at people. To be sure, they seem contented enough; but then, I suppose, they re used to it. A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said." With this Mrs. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of Green Gables. Very green and neat and precise was that yard, set about on one side with great patriarchal willows and the other with prim Lombardies. Not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen, for Mrs. Rachel would have seen it if there had been. Privately she was of the opinion that Marilla Cuthbert swept that yard over as often as she swept her house. One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt. Mrs. Rachel rapped smartly at the kitchen door and stepped in when bidden to do so. The kitchen at Green Gables was a cheerful apartment--or would have been cheerful if it had not been so painfully clean as to give it something of the appearance of an unused parlor. Its windows looked east and west; through the west one, looking out on the back yard, came a flood of mellow June sunlight; but the east one, whence you got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry-trees in the left orchard and nodding, slender birches down in the hollow by the brook, was greened over by a tangle of vines. Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously; and here she sat now, knitting, and the table behind her was laid for supper. Mrs. Rachel, before she had fairly closed the door, had taken a mental note of everything that was on that table. There were three plates laid, so that Marilla must be expecting some one home with Matthew to tea; but the dishes were everyday dishes and there was only crab-apple preserves and one kind of cake, so that the expected company could not be any particular company. Yet what of Matthew s white collar and the sorrel mare? Mrs. Rachel was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet, unmysterious Green Gables. "Good evening, Rachel," Marilla said briskly. "This is a real fine evening, isn t it? Won t you sit down? How are all your folks?" Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel, in spite of--or perhaps because of--their dissimilarity. Marilla was a tall, thin woman, with angles and without curves; her dark hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it. She looked like a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience, which she was; but there was a saving something about her mouth which, if it had been ever so slightly developed, might have been considered indicative of a sense of humor. "We re all pretty well," said Mrs. Rachel. "I was kind of afraid YOU weren t, though, when I saw Matthew starting off today. I thought maybe he was going to the doctor s." Marilla s lips twitched understandingly. She had expected Mrs. Rachel up; she had known that the sight of Matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for her neighbor s curiosity. "Oh, no, I m quite well although I had a bad headache yesterday," she said. "Matthew went to Bright River. We re getting a little boy from an orphan asylum in Nova Scotia and he s coming on the train tonight." If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo from Australia Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished. She was actually stricken dumb for five seconds. It was unsupposable that Marilla was making fun of her, but Mrs. Rachel was almost forced to suppose it. "Are you in earnest, Marilla?" she demanded when voice returned to her. "Yes, of course," said Marilla, as if getting boys from orphan asylums in Nova Scotia were part of the usual spring work on any well-regulated Avonlea farm instead of being an unheard of innovation. Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing! "What on earth put such a notion into your head?" she demanded disapprovingly. This had been done without her advice being asked, and must perforce be disapproved. "Well, we ve been thinking about it for some time--all winter in fact," returned Marilla. "Mrs. Alexander Spencer was up here one day before Christmas and she said she was going to get a little girl from the asylum over in Hopeton in the spring. Her cousin lives there and Mrs. Spencer has visited here and knows all about it. So Matthew and I have talked it over off and on ever since. We thought we d get a boy. Matthew is getting up in years, you know--he s sixty-- and he isn t so spry as he once was. His heart troubles him a good deal. And you know how desperate hard it s got to be to get hired help. There s never anybody to be had but those stupid, half-grown little French boys; and as soon as you do get one broke into your ways and taught something he s up and off to the lobster canneries or the States. At first Matthew suggested getting a Home boy. But I said `no flat to that. `They may be all right--I m not saying they re not--but no London street Arabs for me, I said. `Give me a native born at least. There ll be a risk, no matter who we get. But I ll feel easier in my mind and sleep sounder at nights if we get a born Canadian. So in the end we decided to ask Mrs. Spencer to pick us out one when she went over to get her little girl. We heard last week she was going, so we sent her word by Richard Spencer s folks at Carmody to bring us a smart, likely boy of about ten or eleven. We decided that would be the best age--old enough to be of some use in doing chores right off and young enough to be trained up proper. We mean to give him a good home and schooling. We had a telegram from Mrs. Alexander Spencer today--the mail-man brought it from the station-- saying they were coming on the five-thirty train tonight. So Matthew went to Bright River to meet him. Mrs. Spencer will drop him off there. Of course she goes on to White Sands station herself." Mrs. Rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind; she proceeded to speak it now, having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece of news. "Well, Marilla, I ll just tell you plain that I think you re doing a mighty foolish thing--a risky thing, that s what. You don t know what you re getting. You re bringing a strange child into your house and home and you don t know a single thing about him nor what his disposition is like nor what sort of parents he had nor how he s likely to turn out. Why, it was only last week I read in the paper how a man and his wife up west of the Island took a boy out of an orphan asylum and he set fire to the house at night--set it ON PURPOSE, Marilla--and nearly burnt them to a crisp in their beds. And I know another case where an adopted boy used to suck the eggs--they couldn t break him of it. If you had asked my advice in the matter--which you didn t do, Marilla--I d have said for mercy s sake not to think of such a thing, that s what." This Job s comforting seemed neither to offend nor to alarm Marilla. She knitted steadily on. "I don t deny there s something in what you say, Rachel. I ve had some qualms myself. But Matthew was terrible set on it. I could see that, so I gave in. It s so seldom Matthew sets his mind on anything that when he does I always feel it s my duty to give in. And as for the risk, there s risks in pretty near everything a body does in this world. There s risks in people s having children of their own if it comes to that--they don t always turn out well. And then Nova Scotia is right close to the Island. It isn t as if we were getting him from England or the States. He can t be much different from ourselves." "Well, I hope it will turn out all right," said Mrs. Rachel in a tone that plainly indicated her painful doubts. "Only don t say I didn t warn you if he burns Green Gables down or puts strychnine in the well--I heard of a case over in New Brunswick where an orphan asylum child did that and the whole family died in fearful agonies. Only, it was a girl in that instance." "Well, we re not getting a girl," said Marilla, as if poisoning wells were a purely feminine accomplishment and not to be dreaded in the case of a boy. "I d never dream of taking a girl to bring up. I wonder at Mrs. Alexander Spencer for doing it. But there, SHE wouldn t shrink from adopting a whole orphan asylum if she took it into her head." Mrs. Rachel would have liked to stay until Matthew came home with his imported orphan. But reflecting that it would be a good two hours at least before his arrival she concluded to go up the road to Robert Bell s and tell the news. It would certainly make a sensation second to none, and Mrs. Rachel dearly loved to make a sensation. So she took herself away, somewhat to Marilla s relief, for the latter felt her doubts and fears reviving under the influence of Mrs. Rachel s pessimism. "Well, of all things that ever were or will be!" ejaculated Mrs. Rachel when she was safely out in the lane. "It does really seem as if I must be dreaming. Well, I m sorry for that poor young one and no mistake. Matthew and Marilla don t know anything about children and they ll expect him to be wiser and steadier that his own grandfather, if so be s he ever had a grandfather, which is doubtful. It seems uncanny to think of a child at Green Gables somehow; there s never been one there, for Matthew and Marilla were grown up when the new house was built--if they ever WERE children, which is hard to believe when one looks at them. I wouldn t be in that orphan s shoes for anything. My, but I pity him, that s what." So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fulness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound. UP CHAPTER II 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 04 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 33 11 (Tue)
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【検索用 Shifter 登録タグ S VOCALOID VoxBoxStudio ねじ式 チェリ子 巡音ルカ 曲 曲英 藤墅。】 + 目次 目次 曲紹介 歌詞 コメント 作詞：ねじ式 作曲：ねじ式 編曲：ねじ式 イラスト：チェリ子 動画：藤墅。 ミックス：VoxBoxStudio（Twitter） 唄：巡音ルカ 曲紹介 何も変わることはない。今が進む時だ。 曲名：『Shifter』(シフター) ねじ式氏のオリジナル曲105作目。 固有の世界観を持った新しい素材集『ISEKAI CREATORS』の主題歌。 歌詞 （投稿動画概要欄より転載） A story full of fantasy but I still won't give it up you see Must be something in this world That you truly do believe Slip out into a parallel world Milky white the field along the way Must be all inside my mind Don't you leave me here this way Nothing's gonna change Now is the time to move on Nothing's gonna stop Feel like a bird Flying from the dark No one to hold you back Or keep you on the track So many mysteries Write your story now Get ready to create Break out beyond the gate Don't ever be afraid Your destiny is now I feel you in the corridor Let your prism guide me all the way Level up what do you see Will you shift your eyes to me? Nothing in the way Just need your help to move on Vision of a dream Feel like I'm there Flying from the dark No one to hold you back Or keep you on the track So many mysteries Write your story now Get ready to create Break out beyond the gate Don't ever be afraid Your destiny is now Hold it in your hand Now is the time to light up Nothing in the way It's time to go Flying from the dark No one to hold you back Or keep you on the track So many mysteries Write your story now Get ready to create Break out beyond the gate Don't ever be afraid Your destiny is now + 日本語訳詞 ファンタジーに満ちた物語 それでもあきらめないよ、ほら この世界にあるはずのもの 本当に信じていること 平行世界へ抜け出そう 乳白色の野原が続く すべて僕の心の中なんだ 僕をこのままにしないで 何も変わることはない 今が前進する時だ 何も止まることはない 鳥のように 暗闇から飛び立つ 誰も君を引き留めない 軌道に乗せることもできない 多くの謎がある 今、君の物語を書こう 創造する準備をしよう ゲートを越えて飛び出そう 決して恐れてはいけない 君の運命は今 廊下で君を感じる 君のプリズムが私を導いてくれる レベルアップして何が見える？ 君の視線を僕に移すかい？ 邪魔なものは何もない ただ、進むために君の助けが必要なんだ 夢のビジョン そこにいるような感覚だ。 暗闇から飛び立つ 誰も君を引き留めない 軌道に乗せることもできない 多くの謎がある 今、君の物語を書こう 創造する準備をしよう ゲートを越えて飛び出そう 決して恐れてはいけない 君の運命は今 その手に掴め 今こそ光を放つ時だ 邪魔するものは何もない 今がその時だ 暗闇から飛び立つ 誰も君を引き留めない 軌道に乗せることもできない 多くの謎がある 今、君の物語を書こう 創造する準備をしよう ゲートを越えて飛び出そう 決して恐れてはいけない 君の運命は今 コメント 名前 コメント
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[編集][新規] 最終更新日時 2013/08/12 01 42| 編集者 masato38 [部分編集] LegendCraftここはMinecraft Classic用カスタムサーバ”LegendCraft”のページです。 公式サイト http //legendcraft.webuda.com/ http //legendcraft.info/ フォーラム http //risingembers.enjin.com/forum Wiki minecraftwiki.net 最新バージョン 2.1.1 ダウンロード Link 開発者 LeChosenOne, DingusBungus, Eeyle 開発言語 C# コード GitHud LegendCraftについて [部分編集] LegendCraftは800Craftをベースにしたカスタムサーバーです。 Jonty800, GlennMR, LeChosenOne, Lao Tszyによって開発されました。 現在はLeChosenOneが開発している。 LegendCraftは2012年の夏（7月24日）に設立され、800craft v.206から派生。 当時、唯一の開発者LeChosenOneが LegendCraft の名を付けた。 最初のリリース後にDingusBungusが開発に参加。その後Eeyleも参加した。 LeChosenOneはAtomicCraftの開発にも携わっています。 アップデート内容 [部分編集] 新しく追加された設定やコマンドなどは使い方が分かったら追記して下さい。 LegendCraft Changelog v2.1.1 情報がありません LegendCraft Changelog v2.1.0 Add /freezebring (/fb) Add /name Add /plugins Add /back Add /LastCommand (/last) Add Infection Game（ゾンビゲーム） Add LegendCraft Auto Updater Add Mojang Account Support (yay! thanks jonty800) Change /Nick updated and refined + added /Nick playername revert Change Global Chat feed goes to serverGUI now Change TDM no longer interferes with /bromode Change General color bleeds and bug/stability fixes Change Permission fixes Change /Cancel now also cancels parsed messages LegendCraft Changelog v2.0.0 Add /global Add /rejoin Add /TeamDeathMatch (/TD) Add /Stats Add Team Deathmatch Game Add /BeatDown Add Online Serverlist Add /Irc (bc) shows server s irc channel, with optional broadcast (server message) option Add /Website (bc) shows server s website, with optional broadcast (server message) option Add /MoneyMessages shows all of the rawMessage replacement codes Add /About info hub for the server Change Minor heartbeat fixes Change Added more info to /Help Change Added IRC and Website to /sinfo Change Updated /Calc to be more accurate Change Added 2 fields to PlayerDB for Team DeathMatch Stats (TotalKillsTDM and TotalDeathsTDM) Change Added support for TDM in PlayerInfo.cs Change /List now has leaderboard options (topbuilders, mosttime, mostpromos, mostbans, mostkicks) Change ConfigGUI now includes a WebsiteURL input field for use with /bangrief and /website Remove Wom direct support Remove WebsiteURL.txt (in favor of an input field in ConfigGUI) その他 [部分編集] 800Craft参照 LegendCraftコマンド [部分編集] /Rejoin このコマンドは現在居るワールドに入り直しをします。 /Calc [数字] [+, -, *, /] [数字]（/Calculator） 電卓機能で計算が出来ます。 /BeatDown 指定したプレイヤーを地面の外へと飛ばします。 /Global このコマンドはLegendCraftを利用している他のサーバーとチャットが可能になるコマンドです。コマンドを入力すると接続完了＆ルール（スパム行為や広告行為は禁止）などが表示されるので確認して下さい。/Global メッセージ でチャットが出来ます。少しなら大丈夫かもしれませんがローマ字で長々と日本語会話をするとグローバルチャットをBANされる可能性があるかもしれないので注意を。 /Td [Start / Stop / Time / Score / ScoreLimit / TimeLimit / TimeDelay / About / Help]（/TeamDeathMatch） このコマンドはRedチームとBlueチームに分かれて/Gunを使用したチームデスマッチ戦が出来るようになります。-コマンド入力すると20秒後にデスマッチが開始するので準備して！とメッセージが出ます。-デスマッチが開始すると終了まで5分のカウントダウンが始まり、自動的にRedかBlueチームに入りランダムな位置にスポーンされます。Gun physicsが自動的にONになるので /Gunコマンドを使って撃ち合います。チームによって名前の色が赤と青に変わります。5分が経過すると自動的に試合終了します。※メインワールドではこのコマンドを使用出来ません。※デスマッチを開始するワールド内に最低2名が必要です。 /Stats /Td チームデスマッチ中にこのコマンドを入力すると、自分の倒した数、死亡した数、レートを表示します。 /About Server/Software/Rank/Reqs/Command/Colors/World/Rules/IRC/Help/$Messages/Website Some options require additional information /about reqs (rank) /about command (commandname) /about rank (rankname), etc. サーバーの様々な情報を表示します。 /MoneyMessages