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One morning when I arrived in the sittingroom as usual for my lesson，I saw that Mr Murd stone had a thin stick in his hand. I could not take my eyes off it.
一天早上，我像往常一樣來到客廳學功課，看見摩德斯通先生手上拿著一根細木棍，我的眼睛直鉤鉤地盯著它不放。
"You must be very careful today, David," he said with his unpleasant smile, holding the stick in both hands. I knew what would happen then. A terrible fear took hold of me, and all that I had learnt disappeared immediately from my memory, so that I could not answer any of my mother's questions. Mr Murdstone got up from his chair.
“你今天要非常小心，大衛，”他冷笑道，雙手握著那根木棍。我知道接下來要發生什么。一陣強烈的恐懼占據了我的心頭，把我所學會的東西從我的記憶中一掃而光，以致于母親問我的問題我一個都回答不上來。摩德斯通先生從座位上站起來。
"Well David，"he said heavily, "I think you've worried your mother enough today. We'll go upstairs, boy. Come，"and he picked up the stick. I heard my mother crying as we went upstairs. "Please，Mr Murdstone!"I cried. "Don't beat me!I've tried to learn，really I have, sir!"
“好了，大衛，”他嚴厲地說，“我想你今天夠難為你母親的了，我們上樓吧，孩子，來吧。”他拿起木棍。我們倆上樓時我聽見母親在哭泣。“求您了，摩德斯通先生！”我哭道，“別打我！學習我盡了努力，我真的盡了努力，先生！”
