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精心整理
精心整理
典范英语 9
Sing for your Supper
Nick Warburton
CHAPTER 1
Red Beard
The smell of mutton pies woke Jamie up. His nose twitched before his eyes opened.
Jamie’s mother was dead. His father had gone to sea and not come back. He remembered the big round sails as the little galleon moved out of Plymouth harbour, but he’d forgotten what his father looked like.
For two years he’d lived on the streets and begged for his food, so he got used to sniffing out pies.
He’d been dozing on a pile of straw beside the horse trough when the man walked by with his tray. Pies, Jamie thought at once. Fat warm pies.
He didn’t have a coin to his name, but he jumped up and followed the man. He was heading for The
Boar’s Head.
Jamie saw him push his tray into the crowd at the door and disappear.
‘After him,’ Jamie said to himself.
He dropped to his knees and crawled through a forest of sturdy legs. Jamie could tell by a sniff that the pie man had stopped by a table in the corner. Keeping an eye open for the innkeeper, he crawled on. The pie man had set two steaming pies on the table. He was counting a handful of coins into his purse.
His customers weren’t ordinary sailors. They wore stiff ruffs and a line of fancy buttons down the front of their tunics. Jamie had seen one of them around Plymouth before – the one with the red curly hair and the pointed beard.
He must be important, Jamie thought. Whenever he goes there’s bustle and talk. But he looks like a man who might share his pie with a hungry boy.
Jamie saw him push his tray into the crowd at the door and disappear.
‘After him。’Jamie said to himself.
He dropped to his knees and crawled through a forest of sturdy legs.Jamie could tell by a sniff that the pie man had stopped by a table in the corner.Keeping an eye open for the innkeeper, he crawled on.The pie man had set two steaming pies on the table.He was counting a handful of coins into his purse.
His customers weren’t ordinary sailors.They wore stiff ruffs and a line of fancy butt
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