"Mother Hart, I stood on the porch and heard what she said in the kitchen. She accused me of killing Saunders. She said I liked to kill people; that I shot at her and laughed at the mark I made on her arm. She called me a savage--an Indian. My mother's mother was the daughter of a chief. She was a good woman; my mother was a good woman; just as good as if she had been white. "Mother Hart, I'm a white man in everything but half my mother's blood. I don't remember her--but I respect her memory, and I am not ashamed because she was my mother.英文原著 · 《Good Indian》
The sonorous native names of places, Goajara, Tucumanduba, etc., add greatly to the charm of the wild music. Sometimes they bring in the stars thus:
A lua esta sahindo, Mai, Mai! A lua esta sahindo, Mai, Mai! As sete estrellas estao chorando, Mai, Mai! Por s'acharem desamparados, Mai, Mai! The moon is rising, Mother, Mother! The moon is rising, Mother, Mother! The seven stars (Pleiades) are weeping, Mother, Mother!英文原著 · 《The Naturalist on the River Amazons》
Every day I take them down and change them. Those your dear mother put in glass frames I do not change. Also, I have all the sweet fruits and chocolates and red bananas. How good of you to think of just the things your father likes. Some of them I gave to a little boy and girl. I play with them because soon my daughter will be as big. They have no mother like you, OF COURSE; they have no mother like YOURS--for except my mother there never was a mother like yours; so loving, so tender, so unselfish and thoughtful. If she is reading this, kiss her for me.英文原著 · 《Adventures and Letters》
And then her mother! Her mother is not so bad. Her mother is different. But the mother is an odious woman, too. It was an evil day for Maria Clutterbuck when she first saw either the mother or the daughter. I tell you that in confidence.'
'But what can I do?' said Johnny, who began to be shattered and almost interested by the eagerness of the woman. 'I'll tell you what you can do. Don't let your friend go to Mr Broughton's house to paint the picture.英文原著 · 《The Last Chronicle of Barset》
GERALD. Mother, how changeable you are! You don't seem to know your own mind for a single moment. An hour and a half ago in the Drawing-room you agreed to the whole thing; now you turn round and make objections, and try to force me to give up my one chance in life. Yes, my one chance. You don't suppose that men like Lord Illingworth are to be found every day, do you, mother? It is very strange that when I have had such a wonderful piece of good luck, the one person to put difficulties in my way should be my own mother. Besides, you know, mother, I love Hester Worsley.英文原著 · 《A Woman of No Importance》
But a rich man's son can never know that. He takes his bride into a finer mansion, it may be, but he is obliged to go all the way through it and say to his wife, ``My mother gave me that, my mother gave me that, and my mother gave me this,'' until his wife wishes she had married his mother. I pity the rich man's son.英文原著 · 《Acres of Diamonds》
But there are some mothers who don't get to take advantage of this maternal innovation-- mothers like Lynette scavo, who was no longer able to rest on weekends because her twins no longer received play date invitations, ever since they had convinced sasha eden's boy that a pair of magic wings would美剧 · 《Desperate Housewives》