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【導讀】Rip,withoutthinking,didhesame.beenbefore!before.“Thatcuplastnight,”thoughthe,“Mydog,myfaithfuldog,”sighedRip,hadbeen.HisMajesty?sredcoatwas. thewords,GENERALWASHINGTON.Congress---liberty---andotherwords,Winkle.
【正文】 membered as one of the children he had often carried on his back. And Rip?s son, who was an exact copy of himself, was employed to work on the farm though like his father before him he had the habit of attending to anything else but his business. Rip now went back to his old ways. He soon found many of his former panions. As they all showed the effects of age and time, he preferred making friends among the younger folk, who soon learned to love him. Having nothing to do at home, and having arrived at the happy age when no one blames a man for being idle, he took a seat once more at the door of the village inn. There he was respected as one of the old men of the village。 who could tell stories about the old times “before the war.” It was a long time before he could really understand the strange events that had occurred during his eighteen years of sleep. He had to learn that there had been a revolutionary warthat the country had reed itself from Englandthat instead of being a subject of His Majesty Gee the Third, he was now a freecitizen of the United States. Rip, in fact, was not a politician. The changes of states and empires made little impression on him. But he well understood one kind of independenceindependence from a sharptongued wife. Luckily he had that independence now。 he could go in and out whenever he please. Whenever Dame Van Winkle?s name was mentioned, however, he shook his head and cast his eyes toward heaven. No one know whether this expressed acceptance of his fate or joy at his deliverance. He used to tell his story to every stranger who arrived at Doolittle?s hotel. People noticed that at first he changed some of the details every time he told the story. But at last it settled down to exactly the account which I have given。 an every man, woman, and child in the village knew it by heart. Some tried to say that they doubted the reality of it。 but the old Dutch members of the munity were sure that it was true. Even to this day, whenever they hear a thunderstorm on a summer afternoon around the Kaatskill mountains, they say Hendrick Hudson and his men are playing ninepins. And many unhappy husbands in the region sometimes wish for a quieting drink form Rip Van Winkle?s cup.
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