Whom Defarge escorted to the top of the stairs, and, leaving seated there, returned. The three had risen, and their heads were together when he came back to the garret. `How say you, Jacques?' demanded Number One. `To be registered?'
`To be registered, as doomed to destruction,' returned Defarge. `Magnificent!' croaked the man with the craving. `The chateau and all the race?' inquired the first. `The chateau and all the race,' returned Defarge. `Extermination.'
The hungry man repeated, in a rapturous croak, `Magnificent!' and began gnawing another finger.英文原著 · 《A TALE OF TWO CITIES》
On February 18, 1913, General L. Lemmer, member for Marico, Transvaal, asked the Minister of Lands: -- (a) How many farms or portions of farms in the Transvaal Province have during the last three years been registered in the names of Natives; (b) what is the extent of the land so registered; and (c) how much was paid for it?英文原著 · 《Native Life in South Africa》
"The only class of experiment that could be of value from this point of view, would be that in which confirmation would come subsequently from documents whose contents remained unknown to any living person until after the clairvoyance sitting. It might then be proved that the object can latently register the human personalities which have touched it and that it is sufficient in itself to allow of a mental reconstruction of those personalities through the interpretation of the register by a clairvoyant or psychometer."英文原著 · 《The Unknown Guest》
I had only ten minutes--to catch my train for Salisbury, but I concluded to run in and glance at the registers of the principal hotels. Found my nut-brown mayde at once on the pages of the Royal Garden Inn register: "Miss Celia Van Tyck, Beverly, Mass.; Miss Katharine Schuyler, New York." I concluded to stay over another train, ordered dinner, and took an altogether indefensible and inconsistent pleasure in writing "John Quincy Copley, Cambridge, Mass.," directly beneath the charmer's autograph.英文原著 · 《A Cathedral Courtship》
Two months later, a "plain drunk" was registered at the station in Nebraska's me- tropolis. When they searched him they found nothing in his pockets but a silver thimble, and Joe Benson, the policeman who had brought in the "drunk," gave it to the matron, with his compliments. But she, when no one noticed, went softly to where the man was sleeping, and slipped it back into his pocket, with a sigh. For she knew somehow -- as women do know things -- that he had not stolen that thimble.英文原著 · 《A Mountain Woman》
"Elizabeth Astrado" was written in the register, -- a name conveying little, unaccom- panied by title or by place of residence.英文原著 · 《A Mountain Woman》