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》
That firebrand of a lad is on the front seat.''
``D--n the lad,'' said the stout gentleman. ``I'll take it, and you can ride my horse. He'll--he'll carry you, I reckon.'' His voice had a way of cracking into a mellow laugh. At that Mr. Riddle went off in a towering bad humor, and afterwards I heard him cursing the stout gentleman's black groom as he mounted his great horse. And then he cursed the horse as it reared and plunged, while the stout gentleman stood at the coach door, cackling at his discomfiture. The gentleman did ride home with Mrs. Temple, Nick going into another coach.英文原著 · 《The Crossing》
This same Captain Self-denial, his history goes on, was stout, he was an hardy man also, and a man of great courage. Stout and hardy and of great courage at home, that is; in his own mind and heart, soul and body, that is. Young Captain Self-denial was a perfect hero at saying No! and at saying No! to himself. It is a proverb that there is nothing so difficult as to say that monosyllable. And the proverb is Scripture truth if you try to say No! to yourself.英文原著 · 《Bunyan Characters-3》
Boekman is there, talking in a low tone with a stout young man who listens intently. The stout young man is his student and assistant. Hans is there also. He stands near the window, respectfully waiting until he shall be accosted.英文原著 · 《Hans Brinker》
"Many a stout udal-man, I know, Has cause to wish my head laid low; And many an angry udal knife Would gladly drink of Eina's life. But ere they lay Earl Einar low, -- Ere this stout heart betrays its cause, Full many a heart will writhe, we know, In the wolf's fangs, or eagle's claws."英文原著 · 《Heimskringla》
"At eve the youth went out To meet the warrior stout -- To meet stout Skopte -- he Whose war-ship roves the sea Like force was on each side, But in the whirling tide The young wolf Eirik slew Skopte, and all his crew And he was a gallant one, Dear to the Earl Hakon. Up, youth of steel-hard breast -- No time hast thou to rest! Thy ocean wings spread wide -- Speed o'er the foaming tide! Speed on -- speed on thy way! For here thou canst not stay."英文原著 · 《Heimskringla》