"Noddle! dear old Noddle!" murmured Mescal, with far-seeing, thought-mirroring eyes. "For you to come back to-day from our canyon! The long dark nights with the thunder of the river and the lonely voices! they come back to me.... Wolf, Wolf, here's Noddle, the same faithful old Noddle!"英文原著 · 《The Heritage of the Desert》
The pew in which Nodier and I were seated adjoined those of the Deputies. In the middle of the ceremony, just before the King prostrated himself at the feet of the Archbishop, a Deputy for the Doubs department, named M. H��monin, turned towards Nodier, who was close to him, and with his finger on his lips, as a sign that he did not wish to disturb the Archbishop's orisons by speaking, slipped something into my friend's hand. This something was a book. Nodier took it and glanced over it.英文原著 · 《The Memoirs of Victor Hugo》
"We fixed it so before we started. We neither of us took much stock in our relations. If I had died, Monty would have taken the lot. It was a fair deal. You'll find it there!"
The Jew nodded. "And your partner?" he said. "You saw him die! There is no doubt about that?"
Trent nodded.英文原著 · 《A Millionaire of Yesterday》
The Greek with the cigarette jawed endlessly. Coleman began to marvel at the enduring good man- ners of the minister, who continued to nod and nod in polite appreciation of the Greek's harangue, which, Coleman firmly believed, had no point of interest whatever. But at last the man, after an effusive farewell, went his way.英文原著 · 《Active Service》
Stafford will take a cup of tea in the library, Lady Betty," replied the secretary. "He asked me to bring it to him. He is copying an important paper." Sir Horace forsook his boots, and in a fit of momentary interest asked, "They have come to terms?" The secretary nodded. Lady Betty said "Pshaw!" A man brought in the fresh teapot. The next moment Mr. Stafford himself came quickly into the room, an open telegram in his hand. He nodded pleasantly to his wife and her cousin. But his thin, dark face wore--it generally did--a preoccupied look.英文原著 · 《Andre Cornelis》
He watched her for a time in silence, seemed to draw courage from a still longer inspection of his boots, and then said, "So the cart is clean over, Betty?" She nodded. "Driver much hurt?" "Do you mean, does Stafford mind it?" she replied impatiently. He nodded. "Well, I do not know. It is hard to say." "Think so?" he persisted. "Good gracious, Horry!" my lady retorted, losing patience. "I say I do not know, and you say 'Think so!' If you want to learn so particularly, ask him yourself. Here he is!" Mr.英文原著 · 《Andre Cornelis》