Mademoiselle played a soft interlude. It was an improvisation. She sat low at the instrument, and the lines of her body settled into ungraceful curves and angles that gave it an appearance of deformity. Gradually and imperceptibly the interlude melted into the soft opening minor chords of the Chopin Impromptu.英文原著 · 《Awakening & Selected Short Stories》
He faced his accusers with a clear eye and a frigid amiability; he listened to his sentence with a calm contempt; he laughed complacently at the sorry interludes of judicial wit; and he faced the last music with a bravery and a cynicism which bore the stamp of true greatness.英文原著 · 《A Book of Scoundrels》
Some day her passion would leap up, she would tell him, they would be face to face, injured man and taunting woman. Davenant had an ugly vision as he sat there. He saw the man's eyes catch fire, the muscles of his face twitch, he saw Ernestine shrink back, white with terror and the man followed her. "Cecil! Aren't you well? you're looking positively ghastly!"
He pulled himself together - it had been a very realistic little interlude. "Bad headache!" he said, smiling. "By the by, I must go!"
"If you ever did such a thing as work," she remarked, "I should say that you, had been doing too much.英文原著 · 《A Millionaire of Yesterday》
Hitherto the Marchesino had felt quite at ease with his new friends. But hitherto he had been, as it were, merely at play with them. The interlude of fever had changed his views and enlarged his consciousness. And Emilio was no longer at hand to be explanatory if desired. The Marchesino wished very much that he thoroughly understood the inner workings of the minds of English ladies. How mad were the English? How mad exactly, for instance, was the Signora Delarey? And how mad exactly was the Signorina?英文原著 · 《A Spirit in Prison》
The Helstone furry-day song. Cornish midsummer bonfire song. Suffolk harvest-home song. The haymaker's song. The sword-dancers' song. The sword-dancers' song and interlude. The maskers' song. Gloucestershire wassailers' song.英文原著 · 《Ancient Poems》
With these words, he mounted the barrel, and recommenced ladling out the wine. Huge fires were made, for the night was falling, and the cold had become intense. Fresh game was skewered and set to broil, and the tragic interlude of the revel was soon forgotten.英文原著 · 《Beauty and The Beast》