Harry Riddle and a stout, swarthy gentleman standing together. The stout gentleman was counting out big gold pieces in his hand and giving them to Mr. Riddle. ``Lucky dog!'' said the stout gentleman; ``you'll ride back with her, and you've won all I've got.'' And he dug Mr. Riddle in the ribs. ``You'll have it again when we play to-night, Darnley,'' answered Mr. Riddle, crossly. ``And as for the seat in the coach, you are welcome to it.英文原著 · 《The Crossing》
``You young devil,'' cried Mr. Riddle, angrily, striding forward, ``what are you doing?''
``Keep off, Harry,'' said Nicholas. ``I am teaching this nigger that he is not to lay hands on his betters.'' With that he gave the boy one more cut, and turned from him contemptuously. ``What is it, Harry?'' came in a shrill voice from within the coach. ``It's Nick's pranks,'' said Mr. Riddle, grinning in spite of his anger; ``he's ruined one of your footmen. You little scoundrel,'' cried Mr. Riddle, advancing again, ``you've frightened your mother nearly to a swoon.''
``Serves her right,'' said Nick.英文原著 · 《The Crossing》
``What!'' cried Mr. Riddle. ``Come down from there instantly.''
Nick raised his whip. It was not that that stopped Mr. Riddle, but a sign about the lad's nostrils. ``Harry Riddle,'' said the boy, ``if it weren't for you, I'd be riding in this coach to-day with my mother. I don't want to ride with her, but I will go to the races. If you try to take me down, I'll do my best to kill you,'' and he lifted the loaded end of the whip.英文原著 · 《The Crossing》
As for Mr. Riddle, he went to the door, looked out, and took a last pinch of snuff. ``Here is the mistress of the house coming back,'' he cried, ``and singing like the shepherdess in the opera.''
It was Polly Ann indeed. At the sound of his mother's voice, little Tom jumped down from the lady's lap and ran past Mr. Riddle at the door. Temple's thoughts were gone across the mountains. ``And what is that you have under your arm?'' said Mr. Riddle, as he gave back.英文原著 · 《The Crossing》
"Riddle me, riddle me, rot-tot-tote! A little wee man, in a red red coat! A staff in his hand, and a stone in his throat; If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat."英文原著 · 《The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter》
And then, the riddles that were made upon the King Himself, and upon Emmanuel His Son, and upon Emmanuel's wars and all His other doings with Mansoul. And when Emmanuel would expound some of those riddles Himself, oh! how they were lightened! They saw what they never saw! They could not have thought that such rarities could have been couched in so few and such ordinary words. Yea, they did gather that the things themselves were a kind of portraiture, and that, too, of Emmanuel Himself. This, they would say, this is the Lamb! this is the Sacrifice!英文原著 · 《Bunyan Characters-3》
Do the people you work with pretend they're impressed when you speak in riddles like some kung-fu instructor from the movies?美剧 · 《Billions》