Sorry as the devil, old boy, to' see you go." He accepted their protestations with a somewhat sour face. He knew perfectly well that they were thinking of his departure as something that related to Nora Black. At the last, he bowed to the ladies as a collection. Marjory's answering bow was affable; the bow of Mrs. Wainwright spoke a resentment for some- thing; and Nora's bow was triumphant mockery. As he swung into the saddle an idea struck him with over whelming force. The idea was that he was a fool. He was a colossal imbecile.英文原著 · 《Active Service》
The great problem awaited them, and they bent fiery souls to its solution. But one idea moved them all and wholly. They threw themselves body and soul into the raging furnace. All minor distractions were burned out. Every self was fused and lost in one single molten flood, dashing madly against its barrier to whelm in rapturous victory or be broken in sore defeat. And it is earnestness that utilizes the good. It is sincerity that makes the bad not infernal. Monday gave us the Indian village, more Indian-y than village-y,--and the Falls of Lorette.英文原著 · 《Gala-Days》
"His wife screamed loudly as Hachah whirled downward and went out of sight like a blue heron after a fish. Then she feared he might be stunned, so she swam to him and dragged him to the shore. He could not speak, but the woman over- whelmed him with reproaches.英文原著 · 《Indian Boyhood》
magazine articles, in speeches, in sermons. It would have run through numerous editions, and the author would have had nothing to do but to write another book and demand his price. But the novel I'm speaking of was practically forgotten a year after its appearance; it was whelmed beneath the flood of next season's literature.'英文原著 · 《New Grub Street》
A braver being ne'er had birth Since God first kneaded man from earth: O, I have cause to know him well, As Ferroe's blacken'd rocks can tell. Who was it did, at Suderoe, The deed no other dar'd to do? Who was it, when the Boff {31} had burst, And whelm'd me in its womb accurst - Who was it dash'd amid the wave, With frantic zeal, my life to save? Who was it flung the rope to me? O, who, but honest six-foot three!英文原著 · 《Romantic Ballads》