The conductor stopped by Luther's seat and said that they were in the city at last; but it seemed to the sick man as if they went miles after that, with a multitude of twinkling lights on one side and a blank darkness, that they told him was the lake, on the other. The conductor again stopped by his seat.英文原著 · 《A Mountain Woman》
"Well, yes," he answered at last. "I am supposed to."
To his surprise his neighbor returned to the attitude in which he had found her, with one hand over her eyes. He ceased laughing and looked at her in some discomfiture. Her mouth was set seriously. There was no quiver of the rosy lips. To his relief, in a minute she dropped her hand and began to hum and arrange her doll's hat. The conductor approached, and as the doctor presented his ticket, he said, "This little girl's fare is paid, I believe." The conductor nodded and passed on. "I'm to get off at Bel-Air," said Jewel.英文原著 · 《Jewel》
The train was standing at the station. Some men were pushing trucks along the side. Two or three sleepy passengers got off and wandered away into the night. The conductor stepped to the gravel, swung his lantern and called: "Hello, Frank!" at some one invisible. The bell clanged, the brakes hissed, the conductor drawled: "All aboard!"英文原著 · 《Roads of Destiny》
"Ticket, sir," said the conductor, after half a mile. STARR (SMILING). I have no ticket, but you may sell me a dollar's worth. (FEELS FOR POCKETBOOK.) Hello! I have not my pocketbook; changed my coat. CONDUCTOR (SAVAGELY). They generally has changed their coats. STARR (WITH DIGNITY, OFFERING A FIVE-CENT NICKEL).英文原著 · 《The Brick Moon》
There's your fare, man. CONDUCTOR. That won't do, mud-hopper. Fare's six cents. STARR (WELL REMEMBERING THE CENT, WHICH IS, ALAS UNDER THE BUREAU, AND GROVELLING FOR IT IN BOTH POCKETS). I have a cent somewhere. CONDUCTOR (STOPPING CAR AND RETURNING FIVE-CENT PIECE). We've had enough of you tramps who change your coats and cannot find your pennies.英文原著 · 《The Brick Moon》
I bagged the diamonds, fled with them to Trebizond, and sailed thence in a caique to South Boston. No more! such memories oppress me. Her voice was hushed. I told my tale in turn. THE CONDUCTOR'S STORY
I was poor. Let this be my excuse, or rather my apology. I entered a Third Avenue car at Thirty-sixth Street, and saw the conductor sleeping.英文原著 · 《The Brick Moon》