基础段-猴爪（原著版第1集-跟读版）

The night was cold and wet, but in the small parlor the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who posse-ssed ideas aboutthe game involving radical changes, putting his kinginto such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire. 

"I should hardly think that he'd come to-night," saidhis father, with his hand poised over the board. 

"That's the worst of living so far out," bawled Mr.White, with sudden and unlooked-for violence; "of allthe beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in,this is the worst. Pathway's a bog, and the road's a torrent. I don't know what people are thinking about. Isuppose because only two houses on the road are let,they think it doesn't matter." 

"There he is," said Herbert White.