Nine,THE BEXHILL-ON-SEA MURDER,I still remember my
awakening
1 on the morning of the 25th of July. It must have been about seven-thirty.,Poirot was
standing
2 by my bedside gently shaking me by the shoulder. One glance at his facebrought me from semiconsciousness into the full possession of my
faculties
3.,“What is it? ” I demanded, sitting up rapidly.,His answer came quite simply, but a wealth of emotion lay behind the three words he uttered.,“What?” I cried. “You mean—but today is the 25th.”,“It took place last night—or rather in the early hours of this morning. ”,As I sprang from bed and made a rapid toilet, he recounted
briefly
4 what he had just learnt overthe telephone.,“The body of a young girl has been found on the beach at Bexhill. She has been identified asElizabeth Barnard, a waitress in one of the cafés, who lived with her parents in a little recentlybuilt
bungalow
5. Medical evidence gave the time of death as between 11:30 and 1 am.”,“They’re quite sure that this is the crime?” I asked, as I hastily
lathered
6 my face.,People are gradually awakening to their rights. 人们正逐渐意识到自己的权利 。,After the earthquake only a few houses were left standing.地震过后只有几幢房屋还立着。