Neither hot nor cold to a class from the old mouth, but into our ears, let us unpredictable, the old class that made us face heart scared scared.

不冷不热地一句从老班的嘴里迸出，但传入我们耳中，让我们捉摸不透，老班那似笑非笑的面孔更让我们心惊胆寒。

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This is the beginning of a most extraordinary correspondence, which lasts almost a quarter of a century, until Emily Dickinson's death in 1886, and during which time the poet sent Higginson almost one hundred poems, many of her best, their metrical forms jagged, their punctuation unpredictable, their images honed to a fine point, their meaning elliptical, heart-gripping, electric.

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