But he should take warning, sir, and use precautions too, interposed Mr. Sweeting; and I think he would if he heard what I heard the other day. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
The same causes operated in the same way with Sweeting. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Sweeting was, indeed, her own favourite. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Sweeting and Donne)--unless Davy Sweeting or Joseph Donne prefers going. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
What has Sweeting? 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Here he comes, with his lady on his arm--the most splendid and the weightiest woman in Yorkshire--Mrs. Sweeting, formerly Miss Dora Sykes. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Make way for Mr. Sweeting. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
What has Mr. Sweeting besides his curacy? 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
And now, he added, I must away; for Sweeting is off to see his mother, and there are two funerals. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Hall and Sweeting, shaking hands with them cordially. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Is that what you allude to, Sweeting? 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Mr. Sweeting followed, and would have played with him; but Tartar took no notice of his caresses. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Little Sweeting, small and boyish as he was, would have been worth twenty of them. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Donne and Sweeting were quiet before you came, and would be quiet if you were gone. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
He vociferated, gesticulated; Donne and Sweeting laughed. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Then again he gave command,-- Mr. Donne to Whinbury; Mr. Sweeting to Nunnely; Mr. Malone to Briarfield. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Sweeting alone received the posy like a smart, sensible little man, as he was, putting it gallantly and nattily into his buttonhole. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Caroline, however, interposing with a mild word or two in praise of Mr Sweeting, calmed her again. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
I am almost a stranger to Mr. Moore, murmured Sweeting. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
This was Mr. Sweeting's chance for showing off. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
My mother wouldn't like it, pleaded Sweeting. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
You don't mistake me for my friend Sweeting, do you, Mr. Moore? 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Mr. Sweeting was quite a favourite with them; even Mr. Malone rather so, because he was a clergyman. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Allow me to introduce them to you: Mr. Donne, curate of Whinbury; Mr. Malone, curate of Briarfield; Mr. Sweeting, curate of Nunnely. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Mr. Sweeting is mincing the slice of roast beef on his plate, and complaining that it is very tough; Mr. Donne says the beer is flat. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Donne, staggering three paces in retreat, sent little Sweeting into the arms of old Helstone, who brought up the rear. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
You are not under petticoat government, like poor Sweeting, a man--whew! 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.