Gibbon's whole account of Rienzi is superficial and unfair. To the cold and sneering scepticism, which so often deforms the gigantic work of that great writer, allowing nothing for that sincere and urgent enthusiasm which, whether of liberty or religion, is the most common parent of daring action, the great Roman seems but an ambitious and fantastic madman. In Gibbon's hands what would Cromwell have been? what Vane? what Hampden? The pedant, Julian, with his dirty person and pompous affectation, was Gibbon's ideal of a great man.)英文原著 · 《Rienzi》
"What was his name?" asked Gibbon, with languid curiosity. "Phil Stark, he calls himself."
A strange change came over the face of the bookkeeper. There was a frightened look in his eyes, and his color faded. "Phil Stark!" he repeated, in a startled tone. "Yes, sir."
"What brings him here?" Gibbon asked himself nervously, but no words passed his lips. "Do you know the name?" asked Leonard, wonderingly. "I--have heard it before, but--no, I don't think it is the same man."英文原著 · 《Driven From Home》
Leonard's curiosity was excited, and he would have been glad to remain, but as there was no help for it, he went out. When they were alone, Stark drew up his chair close, and laid his hand familiarly on the bookkeeper's knee. "I say, Gibbon, do you remember where we last met?"
Gibbon shuddered slightly. "Yes," he answered, feebly. "It was at Joliet--Joliet Penitentiary. Your time expired before mine. I envied you the six months' advantage you had of me. When I came out I searched for you everywhere, but heard nothing."
"How did you know I was here?" asked the bookkeeper.英文原著 · 《Driven From Home》
Here I find you the trusted bookkeeper of an important business firm. Did you bring recommendations from your last place?" and he burst into a loud guffaw. "I wish you wouldn't make such references," snapped Gibbon. "They can do no good, and might do harm."
"Don't be angry, my dear boy. I rejoice at your good fortune. Wish I was equally well fixed. You don't ask how I am getting on."
"I hope you are prosperous," said Gibbon, coldly. "I might be more so.英文原著 · 《Driven From Home》
Sometimes when I am asked fool questions by one who seems to be prying into what is none of his business, I get wrathy, and when I'm roused look out !"
He glanced meaningly at Leonard, and the boy understood that the words conveyed a warning and a menace. "Is anything the matter with you, Mr. Gibbon? Are you as well as usual?" asked Mr. Jennings one morning. The little man was always considerate, and he had noticed the flurried and nervous manner of his bookkeeper. "No, sir; what makes you ask?" said Gibbon, apologetically. "Perhaps you need a vacation," suggested Mr.英文原著 · 《Driven From Home》
BROUGHT TO BAY. Phil Stark made an effort to get away, but the officer was too quick for him. In a trice he was handcuffed. "What is the meaning of this outrage?" demanded Stark, boldly. "I have already explained," said the manufacturer, quietly. "You are quite on the wrong tack," continued Stark, brazenly. Gibbon was just informing me that the safe had been opened and robbed. It is the first I knew of it."
Julius Gibbon seemed quite prostrated by his arrest.英文原著 · 《Driven From Home》
To understand Maisy Gibbons, you first need to know how she spent her afternoons.美剧 · 《Desperate Housewives》