台北翻譯社

With security tightened around her, bookmaker William Hill has cut the odds of a 20 wedding from 6-1 to 3-1.

由於對她的保险事情减強了，英翻中，William Hill博彩公司已經把20結婚之事的賠率從1賠6變成了1賠3。

May 22, 20

1. MYTH: Ending the current green card backlog would result in 900,000 new residents per year on top of current numbers.

THE PRESIDENT: Members of my Cabinet have assembled here, and I thank you all for ing. We recognize that the pre-storm efforts were important and so are the follow-up efforts -- in other words, what happens after the storm passes is as important as what happens prior to the storm arriving.

And so our discussion today is about energy. The Gulf Coast region produces a lot of energy for the United States. And we're now in the process of assessing any damage done to the infrastructure and what -- it's a little early right now to e up with a solid assessment. There are some encouraging signs. For example, during Katrina, rigs would be -- rigs moved because of the force of the storm and their anchors drug across pipelines, which caused there to be infrastructure damage. We didn't see much of that this time, although I will tell you that it's a little early to be making any forecasts.

我是第二次才過的英語四級。跟老師壆了差未几兩年英語，第一次只攷了50出頭，感覺挺鬱悶。
　　第两次報名之後，剩下的復習時間只45天摆布。我給本人做了一個計劃，请求是：聽力14分，閱讀34分，12分，第四部门不論是完形挖空還是問答皆要拿到5分，做文13分。總分達到78阁下。後來我發揮得有點超程度，得了82分，挺使人不测。

第一部门、四級沖刺之謀略篇

　　第三招 水眼金睛

　　指的是要分明白Y，N，NG的真正露義，不要在讀找到了也讀懂了原文的情況之下委屈掉分。

Americans Prepare to Celebrate Valentine’s Day
February 11,

'Where is Miss Catherine?' I cried hurriedly. 'No accident, I hope?' 'At Thrushcross Grange,' he answered; 'and I would have been there too, but they had not the manners to ask me to stay.' 'Well, you will catch it!' I said: 'you'll never be content till you're sent about your business. What in the world led you wandering to Thrushcross Grange?' 'Let me get off my wet clothes, and I'll tell you all about it, Nelly,' he replied. I bid him beware of rousing the master, and while he undressed and I waited to put out the candle, he continued - 'Cathy and I escaped from the wash-house to have a ramble at liberty, and getting a glimpse of the Grange lights, we thought we would just go and see whether the Lintons passed their Sunday evenings standing shivering in corners, while their father and mother sat eating and drinking, and singing and laughing, and burning their eyes out before the fire. Do you think they do? Or reading sermons, and being catechised by their manservant, and set to learn a column of Scripture names, if they don't answer properly?' 'Probably not,' I responded. 'They are good children, no doubt, and don't deserve the treatment you receive, for your bad conduct.' 'Don't cant, Nelly,' he said: 'nonsense! We ran from the top of the Heights to the park, without stopping - Catherine pletely beaten in the race, because she was barefoot. You'll have to seek for her shoes in the bog to-morrow. We crept through a broken hedge, groped our way up the path, and planted ourselves on a flower-plot under the drawing-room window. The light came from thence; they had not put up the shutters, and the curtains were only half closed. Both of us were able to look in by standing on the basement, and clinging to the ledge, and we saw - ah! it was beautiful - a splendid place carpeted with crimson, and crimson-covered chairs and tables, and a pure white ceiling bordered by gold, a shower of glass-drops hanging in silver chains from the centre, and shimmering with little soft tapers. Old Mr. and Mrs. Linton were not there; Edgar and his sisters had it entirely to themselves. Shouldn't they have been happy? We should have thought ourselves in heaven! And now, guess what your good children were doing? Isabella - I believe she is eleven, a year younger than Cathy - lay screaming at the farther end of the room, shrieking as if witches were running red-hot needles into her. Edgar stood on the hearth weeping silently, and in the middle of the table sat a little dog, shaking its paw and yelping; which, from their mutual accusations, we understood they had nearly pulled in two between them. The idiots! That was their pleasure! to quarrel who should hold a heap of warm hair, and each begin to cry because both, after struggling to get it, refused to take it. We laughed outright at the petted things; we did despise them! When would you catch me wishing to have what Catherine wanted? or find us by ourselves, seeking entertainment in yelling, and sobbing, and rolling on the ground, divided by the whole room? I'd not exchange, for a thousand lives, my condition here, for Edgar Linton's at Thrushcross Grange - not if I might have the privilege of flinging Joseph off the highest gable, and painting the house- front with Hindley's blood!'

Born in Germany in 1927, Joseph Ratzinger (Pope Benedict XVI) grew up in a nation dominated by Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party. As a teenager, he was obliged to join the Hitler Youth, like all German boys. Toward the end of the war, he served in the German Army, operating an auxiliary anti-aircraft unit, although it is said he never fired a shot and eventually deserted. He was ordained in 1951, taught college-level theology courses and was a theological advisor to the Second Vatican Council which enacted sweeping reforms throughout the Church. In 1977, he was made a Cardinal by Pope Paul VI. He later moved to Rome and was elevated to the esteemed Order of Bishops by Pope John Paul II and helped rewrite the Church's Catechism. In April , upon the death of Pope John Paul II, Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger was elected as Pope. Like his predecessor John Paul II, he soon traveled outside of Rome, first to his native Germany in August , and then to Poland in May 2006. In Poland, he visited Oswiecim, which the Nazis had called Auschwitz, and thus became the second Pope to walk the grounds of Hitler's most notorious death camp.

To speak in this place of horror, in this place where unprecedented mass crimes were mitted against God and man, is almost impossible - and it is particularly difficult and troubling for a Christian, for a Pope from Germany. In a place like this, words fail; in the end, there can only be a dread silence - a silence which is itself a heartfelt cry to God: Why, Lord, did you remain silent? How could you tolerate all this? In silence, then, we bow our heads before the endless line of those who suffered and were put to death here; yet our silence bees in turn a plea for forgiveness and reconciliation, a plea to the living God never to let this happen again.

October 19, 20

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