羊毛战记 Part 5 The Stranded 77
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  • Silo 17 •
  “Hello? Walk? Shirly?”
  Juliette shouted into the radio, the orphans1 and Solo watching her from several steps below. Shehad hurried the kids through the farms, made hasty introductions, checking the radio all the while.
  Several levels had gone by, the others trudging2 up behind her, and still no word from them, nothingsince she’d been cut off, the sound of gunfire sprinkled among Walker’s words. She kept thinking ifshe just got higher, if she tried one more time … She checked the light by the power knob and madesure the battery wasn’t dead, turned the volume up until she could hear the static, knew that the thingwas working.
  She clicked the button. The static fell silent, the radio waiting for her to speak. “Please saysomething, guys. This is Juliette. Can you hear me? Say anything.”
  She looked to Solo, who was being supported by the very man who had dazed him. “We need togo higher, I think. C’mon. Double-time.”
  There were groans3; these poor refugees of silo seventeen acted like she was the one who’d lost hermind. But they stomped4 up the stairs after her, their pace dictated5 by Solo, who had seemed to rallywith some fruit and water but had slowed as the levels wore on.
  “Where are these friends of yours we talked to?” Rickson asked. “Can they come help?” Hegrunted as Solo lurched to one side. “He’s heavy.”
  “They aren’t coming to help us,” Juliette said. “There’s no getting from there to here.” Or viceversa, she told herself.
  Her stomach lurched with worry. She needed to get to IT and call Lukas, find out what was goingon. She needed to tell him how horribly awry6 her plans had gone, how she was failing at every turn.
  There was no going back, she realized. No saving her friends. No saving this silo. She glanced backover her shoulder. Her life was now going to be one of a mother to these orphaned7 children, kids whohad survived merely because the people who had been left, who had been committing the violence oneach other, didn’t have the stomach to kill them. Or the heart, she thought.
  And now it would fall to her. And to Solo, but to a lesser8 degree. He would probably be just onemore child for her to attend to.
  They made their gradual way up another flight, Solo seeming to regain9 his senses a little, progressbeing made. But still a long way to go.
  They stopped in the mids for bathroom breaks, filling more empty toilets that wouldn’t flush.
  Juliette helped the young ones. They didn’t like going like this, preferred to do it in the dirt. She toldthem that was right, that they only did this when they were on the move. She didn’t tell them aboutthe years Solo had spent destroying entire levels of apartments. She didn’t tell them about the cloudsof flies she’d seen.
  The last of their food was consumed, but they had plenty of water. Juliette wanted to get to thehydroponics on fifty-six before they stopped for the night. There was enough food and water there forthe rest of the trip. She tried the radio repeatedly, aware that she was running down the battery. Therewas no reply. She didn’t understand how she’d heard them to begin with; all the silos must have usedsomething different, some way of not hearing each other. It had to be Walker, something he’dengineered. When she got back to IT, would she be able to figure it out? Would she be able to contacthim or Shirly? She wasn’t sure, and Lukas had no way of talking to Mechanical from where he was,no way of patching her through. She’d asked a dozen times.
  Lukas …
  And Juliette remembered.
  The radio in Solo’s hovel. What had Lukas said one night? They were talking late and he’d saidhe wished they could chat from down below where it was more comfortable. Wasn’t that where hewas getting his updates about the uprising? It was over the radio. Just like the one in Solo’s place,beneath the servers, locked behind that steel cage for which he’d never found the key.
  Juliette turned and faced the group; they stopped climbing and gripped the rails, stared up at her.
  Helena, the young mother who didn’t even know her own age, tried to comfort her baby as it beganto squeal10. The nameless infant preferred the sway of the climb.
  “I need to go up,” she told them. She looked to Solo. “How’re you feeling?”
  “Me? I’m fine.”
  He didn’t look fine.
  “Can you get them up?” She nodded to Rickson. “Are you okay?”
  The boy dipped his chin. His resistance had seemed to crumble11 during the climb, especially duringthe bathroom break. The younger children, meanwhile, had been nothing but excited to see new partsof the silo, to feel that they could raise their voices without terrible things happening to them. Theywere coming to grips with there being only two adults left, and neither seemed all that bad.
  “There’s food on fifty-six,” she said.
  “Numbers—” Rickson shook his head. “I don’t—”
  Of course. Why would he need to count numbers he’d never live to see, and in more ways thanone?
  “Solo will show you where,” she told him. “We’ve stayed there before. Good food. Canned stuffas well. Solo?” She waited until he looked up at her, the glazed13 expression partly melting away. “Ihave to get back to your place. I have people I need to call, okay? My friends. I need to find out ifthey’re okay.”
  He nodded.
  “You guys will be fine?” She hated to leave them but needed to. “I’ll try to make it back down toyou tomorrow. Take your time getting all the way up, okay? No need to rush home.”
  Home. Was she already resigned to that?
  There were nods in the group. One of the young boys pulled a water bottle out of the other’s bagand unscrewed the cap. Juliette turned and began taking the stairs two at a time, her legs begging hernot to.
  Juliette was in the forties when it occurred to her that she might not make it. The sweat she’dworked up was chilling her skin; her legs were beyond the ache, beyond the pain: they were numbwith fatigue14. She found her arms doing a lot of the work as she lunged ahead, gripped the railing withclammy hands, and hauled herself up another two steps.
  Her breathing was ragged15; it had been for half a dozen levels. She wondered if she’d done damageto her lungs from the underwater ordeal16. Was that even possible? Her father would know. Shethought of spending the rest of her life without a doctor, of teeth as yellow as Solo’s, of caring for agrowing child and the challenge of seeing that more weren’t made, not until the children were older.
  At the next landing, she again touched her hip17 where her birth control rode under her skin. Suchthings made more sense in light of silo seventeen. So much about her previous life made sense.
  Things that had once seemed twisted now had a sort of pattern, a logic18 about them. The expense ofsending a wire, the spacing of the levels, the single and cramped19 stairway, the bright colors forparticular jobs, dividing the silo into sections, breeding mistrust … it was all designed. She’d seenhints of this before but never knew why. Now this empty silo told her, the presence of these kids toldher. It turned out that some crooked20 things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled21 knotsonly made sense once unraveled.
  Her mind wandered while she climbed, wandered in order to avoid the aches in her muscles, toescape the day’s ordeals22. When she finally hit the thirties it gave her, if not an end to the suffering, arenewed focus. She stopped trying the portable radio as often. The static never changed, and she hada different idea for contacting Walker, something she should have pieced together sooner, a way tobypass the servers and communicate with other silos. It was there all along, staring her and Solo inthe face. There was a small sliver23 of doubt that she might be wrong, but why else lock up a radio thatwas already locked up two other ways? It only made sense if that device was supremely24 dangerous.
  Which is what she hoped it would be.
  She stomped up to thirty-five dead on her feet. Her body had never been pushed this hard, noteven while plumbing25 the small pump, not during her trek26 through the outside. Will alone helped herlift each foot, plant it, straighten her leg, pull with her arm, lunge forward for another grab. One stepat a time now. Her toe banged on the next step: she could barely lift her boot high enough. The greenemergency lights gave her no sense of the passing of time, no idea if night had come, when morningwould be. She desperately27 missed her watch. All she had these days was her knife. She laughed at theswitch, at having gone from counting the seconds in her life to fending28 for each and every one ofthem.
  Thirty-four. It was tempting29 to collapse30 to the steel grating, to sleep, to curl up like her first nightin that place, just thankful to be alive. Instead, she pulled the door open, amazed at the effort thisrequired, and stepped back into civilization. Light. Power. Heat.
  She staggered down the hallway with her vision so constricted31 it was as if she could only seethrough a straw at her center, everything else out of focus and spinning.
  Her shoulder brushed the wall. Walking required effort. All she wanted was to call Lukas, to hearhis voice. She imagined falling asleep behind that server, warm air blowing over her from its fans, theheadphones tight against her ears. He could murmur32 to her about the faraway stars while she slept fordays and days …
  But Lukas would wait. Lukas was locked up and safe. She had all the time in the world to callhim.
  She turned instead into the Suit Lab, shuffled33 toward the tool wall, didn’t dare look at her cot. Aglance at her cot, and she’d wake up the next day. Whatever day that was.
  Grabbing the bolt cutters, she was about to leave but went back for the small sledge34 as well. Thetools were heavy, but they felt good in her hands, one tool in each, pulling down on her arms,stretching her muscles and grounding her, keeping her stable.
  At the end of the hall, she pressed her shoulder against the heavy door to the server room. Sheleaned until it squeaked35 open. Just a crack. Just wide enough for her. Juliette hurried as much as hernumb muscles would allow toward the ladder. Shuffling36. Fast as she could go.
  The grate was in place; she tugged37 it out of the way and dropped the tools down. Big noise. Shedidn’t care—they couldn’t break. Down she went, hands slick, chin catching38 a rung, floor coming upfaster than she’d anticipated.
  Juliette sank to the floor, sprawled39 out, shin banging the sledge. It took a force of will, an act ofGod, to get up. But she did.
  Down the hall and past the small desk. There was a steel cage there, a radio, a big one. Sheremembered her days as sheriff. They had a radio just like it in her office; she’d used it to call Marneswhen he was on patrol, to call Hank and Deputy Marsh40. But this one was different.
  She set the sledge down and pinched the jaws41 of the cutter on one of the hinges. Squeezing wastoo hard. Her arms shook. They trembled.
  Juliette adjusted herself, put one of the cutters’ handles against her neck, cradled it with hercollarbone and shoulder. She grabbed the other handle with both hands and pulled toward herself,hugging the cutters. Squeezing. She felt them move.
  There was a loud crack, the twang of splitting steel. She moved to the other hinge and did it again.
  Her collarbone hurt where the handle dug in, felt like it might be the thing to crack, not the hinge.
  Another violent burst of metal.
  Juliette grabbed the steel cage and pulled. The hinges came away from the mounting plate. Shetore hungrily at the box, trying to get to the prize inside, thinking of Walker and all her family, all herfriends, the sound of people screaming in the background. She had to get them to stop fighting. Geteveryone to stop fighting.
  Once she had enough space between the bent42 steel and the wall, she wrapped her fingers in thisgap and tugged, bending the protective cage on its welds, tilting43 the cage away from the wall,revealing the entire radio unit beneath. Who needed keys? Screw the keys. She wrenched44 the cageflat, then bent her weight on it, making a new hinge of its front, warping45 it out of the way.
  The dial on the front seemed familiar. She turned it to power the unit on and found that it clickedinstead of spinning. Juliette knelt down, panting and exhausted46, sweat running down her neck. Therewas another switch for power; she turned this one instead, static rising in the speakers, a buzz fillingthe room.
  The other knob. This was what she wanted, what she expected to find. She thought it might bepatch cables like the back of the server, or dip switches like a pump control, but it was tiny numbersarranged around the edge of a knob. Juliette smiled, exhausted, and turned the pointer to “18.” Home.
  She grabbed the mic and squeezed the button.
  “Walker? Are you there?”
  Juliette slumped47 down to the ground and rested her back against the desk. With her eyes shut, micby her face, she could imagine going to sleep like that. She saw what Lukas meant. This wascomfortable.
  She squeezed again. “Walk? Shirly? Please answer me.”
  The radio crackled to life.
  Juliette opened her eyes. She stared up at the unit, her hands trembling.
  A voice: “Is this who I think it is?”
  The voice was too high to be Walker. She knew this voice. Where did she know it from? She wastired and confused. She squeezed the button on the mic.
  “This is Juliette. Who is this?”
  Was it Hank? She thought it might be Hank. He had a radio. Maybe she had the wrong silocompletely. Maybe she’d screwed up.
  “I need radio silence,” the voice demanded. “All of them off. Now.”
  Was this directed at her? Juliette’s mind spun48 in circles. A handful of voices chimed in, one afterthe other. There were pops of static. Was she supposed to say something? She was confused.
  “You shouldn’t be transmitting on this frequency,” the voice said. “You should be put to cleaningfor such things.”
  Juliette’s hand fell to her lap. She slumped against the wooden desk, dejected. She recognized thevoice.
  For weeks, she had been hoping to speak to this man, had been silently begging for him to answer.
  But not now. Now she had nothing to say. She wanted to talk to her friends, to make things okay.
  She squeezed the radio.
  “No more fighting,” she said. All the will was drained from her. All desire for vengeance49. She justwanted the world to quiet itself, for people to live and grow old and feed the roots one day—“Speaking of cleanings,” the voice squeaked. “Tomorrow will be the first of many more to come.
  Your friends are lined up and ready to go. And I believe you know the lucky one who’s going first.”
  There was a click, followed by the hiss50 and crinkle of static. Juliette didn’t move. She felt dead.
  Numb12. The will was drained from her body.
  “Imagine my surprise,” the voice said. “Imagine when I found out a decent man, a man I trusted,had been poisoned by you.”
  She clicked the microphone with her fist but didn’t raise it to her mouth. She simply raised hervoice instead.
  “You’ll burn in hell,” she told him.
  “Undoubtedly,” Bernard said. “Until then, I’m holding some things in my hand that I think belongto you. An ID with your picture on it, a pretty little bracelet51, and this wedding ring that doesn’t lookofficial at all. I wonder about that …”
  Juliette groaned52. She couldn’t feel any part of her body. She could barely hear her thoughts. Shemanaged to squeeze the mic, but it required every ounce of effort that she had left.
  “What are you going on about, you twisted fuck?”
  She spat53 the last, her head drifting to the side, her body craving54 sleep.
  “I’m talking about Lukas, who betrayed me. We found some of your things on him just now.
  Exactly how long has he been talking to you? Well before the servers, right? Well, guess what? I’msending him your way. And I finally figured out what you did last time, what those idiots in Supplyhelped you do, and I want you to be assured, be very assured, that your friend won’t have the samehelp. I’m going to build his suit personally. Me. I’ll stay up all night if I have to. So when he goes outin the morning, I can be sure that he gets nowhere near those blasted hills.”


1 orphans edf841312acedba480123c467e505b2a     
孤儿( orphan的名词复数 )
  • The poor orphans were kept on short commons. 贫苦的孤儿们吃不饱饭。
  • Their uncle was declared guardian to the orphans. 这些孤儿的叔父成为他们的监护人。
2 trudging f66543befe0044651f745d00cf696010     
vt.& vi.跋涉,吃力地走(trudge的现在分词形式)
  • There was a stream of refugees trudging up the valley towards the border. 一队难民步履艰难地爬上山谷向着边境走去。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Two mules well laden with packs were trudging along. 两头骡子驮着沉重的背包,吃力地往前走。 来自辞典例句
3 groans 41bd40c1aa6a00b4445e6420ff52b6ad     
n.呻吟,叹息( groan的名词复数 );呻吟般的声音v.呻吟( groan的第三人称单数 );发牢骚;抱怨;受苦
  • There were loud groans when he started to sing. 他刚开始歌唱时有人发出了很大的嘘声。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • It was a weird old house, full of creaks and groans. 这是所神秘而可怕的旧宅,到处嘎吱嘎吱作响。 来自《简明英汉词典》
4 stomped 0884b29fb612cae5a9e4eb0d1a257b4a     
v.跺脚,践踏,重踏( stomp的过去式和过去分词 )
  • She stomped angrily out of the office. 她怒气冲冲,重步走出办公室。
  • She slammed the door and stomped (off) out of the house. 她砰的一声关上了门,暮暮地走出了屋了。 来自辞典例句
5 dictated aa4dc65f69c81352fa034c36d66908ec     
v.大声讲或读( dictate的过去式和过去分词 );口授;支配;摆布
  • He dictated a letter to his secretary. 他向秘书口授信稿。
  • No person of a strong character likes to be dictated to. 没有一个个性强的人愿受人使唤。 来自《简明英汉词典》
6 awry Mu0ze     
  • She was in a fury over a plan that had gone awry. 计划出了问题,她很愤怒。
  • Something has gone awry in our plans.我们的计划出差错了。
7 orphaned ac11e48c532f244a7f6abad4cdedea5a     
  • Orphaned children were consigned to institutions. 孤儿都打发到了福利院。
  • He was orphaned at an early age. 他幼年时便成了孤儿。
8 lesser UpxzJL     
  • Kept some of the lesser players out.不让那些次要的球员参加联赛。
  • She has also been affected,but to a lesser degree.她也受到波及,但程度较轻。
9 regain YkYzPd     
  • He is making a bid to regain his World No.1 ranking.他正为重登世界排名第一位而努力。
  • The government is desperate to regain credibility with the public.政府急于重新获取公众的信任。
10 squeal 3Foyg     
  • The children gave a squeal of fright.孩子们发出惊吓的尖叫声。
  • There was a squeal of brakes as the car suddenly stopped.小汽车突然停下来时,车闸发出尖叫声。
11 crumble 7nRzv     
  • Opposition more or less crumbled away.反对势力差不多都瓦解了。
  • Even if the seas go dry and rocks crumble,my will will remain firm.纵然海枯石烂,意志永不动摇。
12 numb 0RIzK     
  • His fingers were numb with cold.他的手冻得发麻。
  • Numb with cold,we urged the weary horses forward.我们冻得发僵,催着疲惫的马继续往前走。
13 glazed 3sLzT8     
adj.光滑的,像玻璃的;上过釉的;呆滞无神的v.装玻璃( glaze的过去式);上釉于,上光;(目光)变得呆滞无神
  • eyes glazed with boredom 厌倦无神的眼睛
  • His eyes glazed over at the sight of her. 看到她时,他的目光就变得呆滞。 来自《简明英汉词典》
14 fatigue PhVzV     
  • The old lady can't bear the fatigue of a long journey.这位老妇人不能忍受长途旅行的疲劳。
  • I have got over my weakness and fatigue.我已从虚弱和疲劳中恢复过来了。
15 ragged KC0y8     
  • A ragged shout went up from the small crowd.这一小群人发出了刺耳的喊叫。
  • Ragged clothing infers poverty.破衣烂衫意味着贫穷。
16 ordeal B4Pzs     
  • She managed to keep her sanity throughout the ordeal.在那场磨难中她始终保持神志正常。
  • Being lost in the wilderness for a week was an ordeal for me.在荒野里迷路一星期对我来说真是一场磨难。
17 hip 1dOxX     
  • The thigh bone is connected to the hip bone.股骨连着髋骨。
  • The new coats blouse gracefully above the hip line.新外套在臀围线上优美地打着褶皱。
18 logic j0HxI     
  • What sort of logic is that?这是什么逻辑?
  • I don't follow the logic of your argument.我不明白你的论点逻辑性何在。
19 cramped 287c2bb79385d19c466ec2df5b5ce970     
  • The house was terribly small and cramped, but the agent described it as a bijou residence. 房子十分狭小拥挤,但经纪人却把它说成是小巧别致的住宅。
  • working in cramped conditions 在拥挤的环境里工作
20 crooked xvazAv     
  • He crooked a finger to tell us to go over to him.他弯了弯手指,示意我们到他那儿去。
  • You have to drive slowly on these crooked country roads.在这些弯弯曲曲的乡间小路上你得慢慢开车。
21 tangled e487ee1bc1477d6c2828d91e94c01c6e     
adj. 纠缠的,紊乱的 动词tangle的过去式和过去分词
  • Your hair's so tangled that I can't comb it. 你的头发太乱了,我梳不动。
  • A movement caught his eye in the tangled undergrowth. 乱灌木丛里的晃动引起了他的注意。
22 ordeals 1064124844a18f5c55ac38e62732bef4     
n.严峻的考验,苦难的经历( ordeal的名词复数 )
  • London had stood triumphant through all her ordeals. 伦敦在经历考验之后仍巍然屹立。 来自辞典例句
  • He's come through some bad personal ordeals. 他个人经历了一些沉痛的考验。 来自辞典例句
23 sliver sxFwA     
  • There was only one sliver of light in the darkness.黑暗中只有一点零星的光亮。
  • Then,one night,Monica saw a thin sliver of the moon reappear.之后的一天晚上,莫尼卡看到了一个月牙。
24 supremely MhpzUo     
  • They managed it all supremely well. 这件事他们干得极其出色。
  • I consider a supremely beautiful gesture. 我觉得这是非常优雅的姿态。
25 plumbing klaz0A     
  • She spent her life plumbing the mysteries of the human psyche. 她毕生探索人类心灵的奥秘。
  • They're going to have to put in new plumbing. 他们将需要安装新的水管。 来自《简明英汉词典》
26 trek 9m8wi     
  • We often go pony-trek in the summer.夏季我们经常骑马旅行。
  • It took us the whole day to trek across the rocky terrain.我们花了一整天的时间艰难地穿过那片遍布岩石的地带。
27 desperately cu7znp     
  • He was desperately seeking a way to see her again.他正拼命想办法再见她一面。
  • He longed desperately to be back at home.他非常渴望回家。
28 fending 18e37ede5689f2fb4bd69184c75f11f5     
v.独立生活,照料自己( fend的现在分词 );挡开,避开
  • He is always spending his time fending with the neighbors. 他总是与邻里们吵架。 来自互联网
  • Fifth, it is to build safeguarding system and enhance the competence in fending off the risk. 五是建立政策保障体系,提高防范和抵御风险的能力。 来自互联网
29 tempting wgAzd4     
a.诱人的, 吸引人的
  • It is tempting to idealize the past. 人都爱把过去的日子说得那么美好。
  • It was a tempting offer. 这是个诱人的提议。
30 collapse aWvyE     
  • The country's economy is on the verge of collapse.国家的经济已到了崩溃的边缘。
  • The engineer made a complete diagnosis of the bridge's collapse.工程师对桥的倒塌做了一次彻底的调查分析。
31 constricted 6e98bde22e7cf0105ee4310e8c4e84cc     
  • Her throat constricted and she swallowed hard. 她喉咙发紧,使劲地咽了一下唾沫。
  • The tight collar constricted his neck. 紧领子勒着他的脖子。
32 murmur EjtyD     
  • They paid the extra taxes without a murmur.他们毫无怨言地交了附加税。
  • There was a low murmur of conversation in the hall.大厅里有窃窃私语声。
33 shuffled cee46c30b0d1f2d0c136c830230fe75a     
v.洗(纸牌)( shuffle的过去式和过去分词 );拖着脚步走;粗心地做;摆脱尘世的烦恼
  • He shuffled across the room to the window. 他拖着脚走到房间那头的窗户跟前。
  • Simon shuffled awkwardly towards them. 西蒙笨拙地拖着脚朝他们走去。 来自《简明英汉词典》
34 sledge AxVw9     
  • The sledge gained momentum as it ran down the hill.雪橇从山上下冲时的动力越来越大。
  • The sledge slid across the snow as lightly as a boat on the water.雪橇在雪原上轻巧地滑行,就象船在水上行驶一样。
35 squeaked edcf2299d227f1137981c7570482c7f7     
v.短促地尖叫( squeak的过去式和过去分词 );吱吱叫;告密;充当告密者
  • The radio squeaked five. 收音机里嘟嘟地发出五点钟报时讯号。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
  • Amy's shoes squeaked on the tiles as she walked down the corridor. 埃米走过走廊时,鞋子踩在地砖上嘎吱作响。 来自辞典例句
36 shuffling 03b785186d0322e5a1a31c105fc534ee     
adj. 慢慢移动的, 滑移的 动词shuffle的现在分词形式
  • Don't go shuffling along as if you were dead. 别像个死人似地拖着脚走。 来自英汉文学 - 嘉莉妹妹
  • Some one was shuffling by on the sidewalk. 外面的人行道上有人拖着脚走过。 来自英汉文学 - 嘉莉妹妹
37 tugged 8a37eb349f3c6615c56706726966d38e     
v.用力拉,使劲拉,猛扯( tug的过去式和过去分词 )
  • She tugged at his sleeve to get his attention. 她拽了拽他的袖子引起他的注意。
  • A wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. 他的嘴角带一丝苦笑。 来自《简明英汉词典》
38 catching cwVztY     
  • There are those who think eczema is catching.有人就是认为湿疹会传染。
  • Enthusiasm is very catching.热情非常富有感染力。
39 sprawled 6cc8223777584147c0ae6b08b9304472     
v.伸开四肢坐[躺]( sprawl的过去式和过去分词);蔓延;杂乱无序地拓展;四肢伸展坐着(或躺着)
  • He was sprawled full-length across the bed. 他手脚摊开横躺在床上。
  • He was lying sprawled in an armchair, watching TV. 他四肢伸开正懒散地靠在扶手椅上看电视。
40 marsh Y7Rzo     
  • There are a lot of frogs in the marsh.沼泽里有许多青蛙。
  • I made my way slowly out of the marsh.我缓慢地走出这片沼泽地。
41 jaws cq9zZq     
  • The antelope could not escape the crocodile's gaping jaws. 那只羚羊无法从鱷鱼张开的大口中逃脱。
  • The scored jaws of a vise help it bite the work. 台钳上有刻痕的虎钳牙帮助它紧咬住工件。
42 bent QQ8yD     
  • He was fully bent upon the project.他一心扑在这项计划上。
  • We bent over backward to help them.我们尽了最大努力帮助他们。
43 tilting f68c899ac9ba435686dcb0f12e2bbb17     
  • For some reason he thinks everyone is out to get him, but he's really just tilting at windmills. 不知为什么他觉得每个人都想害他,但其实他不过是在庸人自扰。
  • So let us stop bickering within our ranks.Stop tilting at windmills. 所以,让我们结束内部间的争吵吧!再也不要去做同风车作战的蠢事了。
44 wrenched c171af0af094a9c29fad8d3390564401     
v.(猛力地)扭( wrench的过去式和过去分词 );扭伤;使感到痛苦;使悲痛
  • The bag was wrenched from her grasp. 那只包从她紧握的手里被夺了出来。
  • He wrenched the book from her hands. 他从她的手中把书拧抢了过来。 来自《简明英汉词典》
45 warping d26fea1f666f50ab33e246806ed4829b     
n.翘面,扭曲,变形v.弄弯,变歪( warp的现在分词 );使(行为等)不合情理,使乖戾,
  • Tilting, warping, and changes in elevation can seriously affect canals and shoreline facilities of various kinks. 倾斜、翘曲和高程变化可以严重地影响水渠和各种岸边设备。 来自辞典例句
  • A warping, bending, or cracking, as that by excessive force. 翘曲,弯曲,裂开:翘曲、弯曲或裂开,如过强的外力引起。 来自互联网
46 exhausted 7taz4r     
  • It was a long haul home and we arrived exhausted.搬运回家的这段路程特别长,到家时我们已筋疲力尽。
  • Jenny was exhausted by the hustle of city life.珍妮被城市生活的忙乱弄得筋疲力尽。
47 slumped b010f9799fb8ebd413389b9083180d8d     
大幅度下降,暴跌( slump的过去式和过去分词 ); 沉重或突然地落下[倒下]
  • Sales have slumped this year. 今年销售量锐减。
  • The driver was slumped exhausted over the wheel. 司机伏在方向盘上,疲惫得睡着了。
48 spun kvjwT     
  • His grandmother spun him a yarn at the fire.他奶奶在火炉边给他讲故事。
  • Her skilful fingers spun the wool out to a fine thread.她那灵巧的手指把羊毛纺成了细毛线。
49 vengeance wL6zs     
  • He swore vengeance against the men who murdered his father.他发誓要向那些杀害他父亲的人报仇。
  • For years he brooded vengeance.多年来他一直在盘算报仇。
50 hiss 2yJy9     
  • We can hear the hiss of air escaping from a tire.我们能听到一只轮胎的嘶嘶漏气声。
  • Don't hiss at the speaker.不要嘘演讲人。
51 bracelet nWdzD     
  • The jeweler charges lots of money to set diamonds in a bracelet.珠宝匠要很多钱才肯把钻石镶在手镯上。
  • She left her gold bracelet as a pledge.她留下她的金手镯作抵押品。
52 groaned 1a076da0ddbd778a674301b2b29dff71     
v.呻吟( groan的过去式和过去分词 );发牢骚;抱怨;受苦
  • He groaned in anguish. 他痛苦地呻吟。
  • The cart groaned under the weight of the piano. 大车在钢琴的重压下嘎吱作响。 来自《简明英汉词典》
53 spat pFdzJ     
  • Her parents always have spats.她的父母经常有些小的口角。
  • There is only a spat between the brother and sister.那只是兄妹间的小吵小闹。
54 craving zvlz3e     
  • a craving for chocolate 非常想吃巧克力
  • She skipped normal meals to satisfy her craving for chocolate and crisps. 她不吃正餐,以便满足自己吃巧克力和炸薯片的渴望。