When at last he reached the ledge where Mercedes lay Gale jumped to his feet, strong and thrilling, spurred to meet the responsibility that now rested upon him. Swiftly he turned to where Thorne lay. The cavalryman was just returning to consciousness. Gale ran for a canteen, bathed his face, made him drink. The look in Thorne's eyes was hard to bear. "Thorne! Thorne! it's all right, it's all right!" cried Gale, in piercing tones.英文原著 · 《Desert Gold》
The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making; And mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expresseth What grief her breast oppresseth, For Tereus' force on her chaste will prevailing. O Philomela fair! O take some gladness, That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness: Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth; Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.英文原著 · 《A Defence of Poesie and Poems》
The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish. There was a rustle of silk, and from a door behind him the judge stalked past. He was a young man, the type of the Tammany politician. On his shrewd, alert, Irish-American features was an expression of unnatural gloom. With a smile Mr. Thorndike observed that it was as little suited to the countenance of the young judge as was the robe to his shoulders. Thorndike was still smiling when young Andrews leaned over the rail.英文原著 · 《A Wasted Day》
"Oh, Dick! Blanco Sol is--glorious!"
Gale turned to greet his friend. Indeed, it was but a haggard ghost of the cavalryman. Thorne looked ill or wounded. Gale's greeting was also a question full of fear. Thorne's answer was a faint smile. He seemed ready to drop from the saddle. Gale helped Ladd hold Thorne upon the horse until they reached the house.英文原著 · 《Desert Gold》
It's beautiful," replied Nell, softly; and she tried to coax Dick from the room. Dick, however, thought he ought to remain at least long enough to tell Thorne that a man in his condition could not exist solely upon love. Mercedes sprang up blushing with pretty, penitent manner and moving white hands eloquent of her condition. "Oh, Mercedes--don't go!" cried Thorne, as she stepped to the door. "Senor Dick will stay. He is not mucha malo for you--as I am."
Then she smiled and went out. "Good Lord!" exclaimed Thorne. "How I love her.英文原著 · 《Desert Gold》
Presently Thorne wrapped her in his blankets, and she seemed to fall asleep at once. Twilight deepened. The campfire blazed brighter. A cool wind played with Mercedes's black hair, waving strands across her brow. Little of Yaqui's purpose or plan could be elicited from him. But the look of him was enough to satisfy even Thorne. He leaned against a pile of wood, which he had collected, and his gloomy gaze pierced the campfire, and at long intervals strayed over the motionless form of the Spanish girl. The rangers and Thorne, however, talked in low tones.英文原著 · 《Desert Gold》
Well, it's thorny. So many old cases aggregated.美剧 · 《Billions》
This could lead some strange and thorny places.美剧 · 《Billions》
Someone else's past is a thorn in our side right now.美剧 · 《Billions》
This story has revealed itself to be thornier than a rose bush and just as sweet.美剧 · 《Bojack Horseman》