Oh, I forgot to say that I stole ten minutes from my accounts this morning to install a new cook. Our Sallie Washington- Johnston, who cooked fit for the angels had a dreadful, dreadful temper and terrorized poor Noah, our super-excellent furnace man, to the point of giving notice. We couldn't spare Noah.英文原著 · 《Dear Enemy》
"BATH (postmark July 7, 1814). "MY DEAR SIR,-- You will greatly oblige me by giving the enclosed to Mr. Shelley. I would not trouble you, but it is now four days since I have heard from him, which to me is an age. Will you write by return of post and tell me what has become of him? as I always fancy something dreadful has happened if I do not hear from him. If you tell me that he is well I shall not come to London, but if I do not hear from you or him I shall certainly come, as I cannot endure this dreadful state of suspense. You are his friend and you can feel for me.英文原著 · 《In Defence of Harriet Shelley》
IPHIGENIA (chanting) Dreadful my brother, O how dreadful! scarce Hast thou escaped a foul, unhallow'd death, Slain by my hands. But how will these things end? What Fortune will assist me? What safe means Shall I devise to send thee from this state, From slaughter, to thy native land, to Argos, Ere with thy blood the cruel sword be stain'd? This to devise, O my unhappy soul! This to devise is thine. Wilt thou by land, Thy bark deserted, speed thy flight on foot?英文原著 · 《Iphigenia in Tauris》
"Dreadful news!" Mr. Bowmore answered. "Dreadful news, my child, to every Englishman who respects the liberties which his ancestors won. My correspondent is a man who is in the confidence of the Ministers," he continued, addressing Percy. "What do you think is the remedy that the Government proposes for the universal distress among the population, caused by an infamous and needless war? Despotism, Mr. Linwood; despotism in this free country is the remedy! In one week more, sir, Ministers will bring in a Bill for suspending the Habeas Corpus Act!"英文原著 · 《LITTLE NOVELS》
SVIETLOVIDOFF. It is you, Nikitushka, is it? Just think, the audience called me out sixteen times; they brought me three wreathes and lots of other things, too; they were all wild with enthusiasm, and yet not a soul came when it was all over to wake the poor, drunken old man and take him home. And I am an old man, Nikitushka! I am sixty-eight years old, and I am ill. I haven't the heart left to go on. [Falls on IVANITCH'S neck and weeps] Don't go away, Nikitushka; I am old and helpless, and I feel it is time for me to die. Oh, it is dreadful, dreadful!英文原著 · 《Swan Song》
"Dreadful! Dreadful!" exclaimed Mrs. Fanshaw, in mock horror. "You must go at once, Mowbray, and lead the police in a raid on Jack's office."英文原著 · 《The Cost》