"Hello, avuncular relative," Kit greeted, sliding into a leather chair and spreading out his legs. "Won't you join me?"英文原著 · 《Smoke Bellew》
"Shake not your gory locks at me, avuncular. I wish it were the primrose path. But that's all cut out. I have no time."英文原著 · 《Smoke Bellew》
"The times have changed, oh, my avuncular. They send men to state prisons for homicide now."英文原著 · 《Smoke Bellew》
"It doesn't take a physical prodigy to mop up cocktails or pink tea," Kit murmured deprecatingly. "Don't you see, my avuncular, the times have changed. Besides, I wasn't brought up right. My dear fool of a mother-"英文原著 · 《Smoke Bellew》
"Your fault, avuncular, and my dear--er--mother's. How was I to know the hard? I was only a chee-ild. What was there left but etchings and pictures and fans? Was it my fault that I never had to sweat?"英文原著 · 《Smoke Bellew》
"You forget, avuncular," Kit retorted, "that I wasn't raised on bear-meat."英文原著 · 《Smoke Bellew》