"On the 15th of August, 1870, just two days after the 'dipper fight,' Cadet Corporal Beacom made a report against me for 'replying in a disrespectful manner to a file-closer when spoken to at drill, P.M. For this alleged offence I wrote an explanation denying the charge; but Cadet Beacom found three cadets who swore that they heard me make a disrespectful reply in ranks when Cadet Beacom, as a file-closer on duty, spoke to me, and the Commandant of Cadets, Lieutenant Colonel Upton, preferred charges against me for making false statements.英文原著 · 《Henry Ossian Flipper》
"'Tis ill treatment for a gentleman who wants an heir," the old woman answered, as disrespectful of his spouse as he was, being a time-serving crone, and knowing that it paid but poorly to coddle women who did not as their husbands would have them in the way of offspring. "It should have been a fine boy, but it is not, and my lady--"英文原著 · 《A Lady of Quality》
Sara did not hear her; but as she stood with her green-gray eyes fixed steadily on Miss Minchin, she felt herself growing rather hot. When Miss Minchin talked about money, she felt somehow that she always hated her--and, of course, it was disrespectful to hate grown-up people.英文原著 · 《A Little Princess》
He recalled, too, Ruffo's attitude as the boy listened to her vehement, her almost violent harangue. How boyish, how careless it had been--yet not unkind or even disrespectful, only wonderfully natural and wonderfully young. "He was the deathless boy."
Suddenly those words started into Artois' mind. Had he read them somewhere? For a moment he wondered. Or had he heard them? They seemed to suggest speech, a voice whose intonations he knew. His mind was still fatigued by work, and would not be commanded by his will.英文原著 · 《A Spirit in Prison》
Should these terms seem disrespectful, let Fanny bear the blame. It is her application of the word "chasse" that drew down the simile.英文原著 · 《A Woman-Hater》
coats. They disappeared as silently as they had come; and two small figures, just returned from school, glided away and sought shelter in the friendly darkness of a coal-hole. "Coom awa', Maggie, coom awa'! 'Tis th' owd un, 'isself," whispered a disrespectful voice. M'Adam looked round suspiciously. "What's that?" he asked sharply. At the moment, however, Mrs. Moore put her head out of the kitchen window.英文原著 · 《Bob Son of Battle》