Mighty. Gorge. Kor-ul-gryf. Gorge of the gryf. Kor-ul-ja. Name of Es-sat's gorge and tribe. Kor-ul-lul. Name of another Waz-don gorge and tribe.英文原著 · 《Tarzan the Terrible》
I will read my letter in peace." The little black slave with the yellow satin turban Gazes at his mistress with strained eyes. His yellow turban and black skin Are gorgeous -- barbaric. The yellow satin dress with its silver flashings Lies on a chair Beside a black mantle and a black mask. Yellow and black, Gorgeous -- barbaric. The lady reads her letter, And the leaves drift slowly Past the long windows. "How silly you look, my dear Abate, With that great brown leaf in your wig. Pluck it off, I beg you, Or I shall die of laughing."英文原著 · 《Men, Women and Ghosts》
"When?" she asked. "At once--to-night."
"I'm glad the time has come. It dragged at me. Go--for you'll come back the sooner."
Late in the afternoon, as the ruddy sun split its last flame in the ragged notch of the western wall, Bess walked with Venters along the eastern terrace, up the long, weathered slope, under the great stone bridge. They entered the narrow gorge to climb around the fence long before built there by Venters. Farther than this she had never been. Twilight had already fallen in the gorge. It brightened to waning shadow in the wider ascent.英文原著 · 《Riders of the Purple Sage》
After Venters's words and one quick look at Lassiter, her agitation stilled, and, though she was shy, if she were conscious of anything out of the ordinary in the situation, certainly she did not show it. "I reckon I'll only stay a little while," Lassiter was saying. "An' if you don't mind troublin', I'm hungry. I fetched some biscuits along, but they're gone. Venters, this place is sure the wonderfullest ever seen. Them cut steps on the slope! That outlet into the gorge! An' it's like climbin' up through hell into heaven to climb through that gorge into this valley!英文原著 · 《Riders of the Purple Sage》
"We--we can--th--think of it--always--re--remember," sobbed Bess. "Hush! Don't cry. Our valley has only fitted us for a better life somewhere. Come!"
They entered the gorge and he closed the willow gate. From rosy, golden morning light they passed into cool, dense gloom. The burros pattered up the trail with little hollow-cracking steps. And the gorge widened to narrow outlet and the gloom lightened to gray.英文原著 · 《Riders of the Purple Sage》