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聖醫豪婿主角: 林漠, 許半夏
字數: 1,338,423
狀態: 連載中 共 1132 章
世界上有很多種關係，唯有一種是無法切斷的，那就是血脈聯繫。男主角林漠，本是一方豪門的大少爺，十幾年前，鼎盛的林家突遭巨變，全族覆滅，爸爸為了守護林家身亡，母親拼死把林漠和妹妹帶出來。五年前母親也病逝，只剩下他們兄妹倆。屋漏偏逢連夜雨，妹妹也得了重病。身無分文的林漠為了給妹妹湊手術費，收了十萬的彩禮，從此成了許家的上門女婿，受盡欺辱。妹妹的病就像無底洞。而許家卻盡顯冷漠。走頭無路，妹妹選擇輕生，從頂樓一躍而下，抱著奄奄一息的妹妹，林漠悲努交加，眼中儘是血淚流出，當血淚流碰到林漠帶著的祖傳玉佩時，意外發生。他獲得了先祖的傳承，醫術武術功法，海量的信息擁入腦中，妹妹的病簡直小菜一碟。林漠心裡一痛，嶽父母竟然當著他的面，這樣勸許半夏改嫁，這是完全沒把他當回事啊。許半夏咬緊牙關，一字一句地道：「你們不用再說了，我就算是餓死，也絕對不會用自己的婚姻，來交換這所謂的成功！
their sable garb. She had felt it acutely, and feeling it at the
moment, could not quite restrain her tears.
『I am very sorry to have wounded you by my thoughtless
speech,』 said her companion. 『I did not think of it. You are in
mourning for some near relation?』
『For my father,』 answered Kate.
『For what relation, Miss Simmonds?』 asked Miss Knag, in an
audible voice.
『Her father,』 replied the other softly.
『Her father, eh?』 said Miss Knag, without the slightest
depression of her voice. 『Ah! A long illness, Miss Simmonds?』
『Hush,』 replied the girl; 『I don’t know.』
『Our misfortune was very sudden,』 said Kate, turning away, 『or I
might perhaps, at a time like this, be enabled to support it better.』
There had existed not a little desire in the room, according to
invariable custom, when any new 『young person』 came, to know
who Kate was, and what she was, and all about her; but, although
it might have been very naturally increased by her appearance
and emotion, the knowledge that it pained her to be questioned,
was sufficient to repress even this curiosity; and Miss Knag,
finding it hopeless to attempt extracting any further particulars
just then, reluctantly commanded silence, and bade the work
proceed.
In silence, then, the tasks were plied until half-past one, when a
baked leg of mutton, with potatoes to correspond, were served in
the kitchen. The meal over, and the young ladies having enjoyed
the additional relaxation of washing their hands, the work began
again, and was again performed in silence, until the noise of
carriages rattling through the streets, and of loud double knocks at
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doors, gave token that the day’s work of the more fortunate
members of society was proceeding in its turn.
One of these double knocks at Madame Mantalini’s door,
announced the equipage of some great lady—or rather rich one,
for there is occasionally a distinction between riches and
greatness—who had come with her daughter to approve of some
court-dresses which had been a long time preparing, and upon
whom Kate was deputed to wait, accompanied by Miss Knag, and
officered of course by Madame Mantalini.
Kate’s part in the pageant was humble enough, her duties being
limited to holding articles of costume until Miss Knag was ready to
try them on, and now and then tying a string, or fastening a hookand-eye. She might, not unreasonably, have supposed herself
beneath the reach of any arrogance, or bad humour; but it
happened that the lady and daughter were both out of temper that
day, and the poor girl came in for her share of their revilings. She
was awkward—her hands were cold—dirty—coarse—she could do
nothing right; they wondered how Madame Mantalini could have
such people about her; requested they might see some other
young woman the next time they came; and so forth.
So common an occurrence would be hardly deserving of
mention, but for its effect. Kate shed many bitter tears when these
people were gone, and felt, for the first time, humbled by her
occupation. She had, it is true, quailed at the prospect of drudgery
and hard service; but she had felt no degradation in working for
her bread, until she found herself exposed to insolence and pride.
Philosophy would have taught her that the degradation was on the
side of those who had sunk so low as to display such passions
habitually, and without cause: but she was too young for such
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consolation, and her honest feeling was hurt. May not the
complaint, that common people are above their station, often take
its rise in the fact of uncommon people being below theirs?
In such scenes and occupations the time wore on until nine
o』clock, when Kate, jaded and dispirited with the occurrences of
the day, hastened from the confinement of the workroom, to join
her mother at the street corner, and walk home:—the more sadly,
from having to disguise her real feelings, and feign to participate
in all the sanguine visions of her companion.
『Bless my soul, Kate,』 said Mrs Nickleby; 『I』ve been thinking all
day what a delightful thing it would be for Madame Mantalini to
take you into partnership—such a likely thing too, you know! Why,
your poor dear papa’s cousin’s sister-in-law—a Miss Browndock—
was taken into partnership by a lady that kept a school at
Hammersmith, and made her fortune in no time at all. I forget, bythe-bye, whether that Miss Browndock was the same lady that got
the ten thousand pounds prize in the lottery, but I think she was;
indeed, now I come to think of it, I am sure she was. 「Mantalini
and Nickleby」, how well it would sound!—and if Nicholas has any
good fortune, you might have Doctor Nickleby, the head-master of
Westminster School, living in the same street.』
『Dear Nicholas!』 cried Kate, taking from her reticule her
brother’s letter from Dotheboys Hall. 『In all our misfortunes, how
happy it makes me, mama, to hear he is doing well, and to find
him writing in such good spirits! It consoles me for all we may
undergo, to think that he is comfortable and happy.』
Poor Kate! she little thought how weak her consolation was,
and how soon she would be undeceived.
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