Pross
[prɔs]
例句:
- There's not a fork or a spoon in the collection, said Miss Pross, that I didn't cry over, last night after the box came, till I couldn't see it. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- It flashed upon Miss Pross's mind that the doors were all standing open, and would suggest the flight. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Miss Pross had lighted the lamp, but had put it aside in a corner, that they might enjoy the fire-light undisturbed. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Seeing in this arrangement the hope of rendering real service in that pressing emergency, Miss Pross hailed it with joy. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- It is under my arm, said Miss Pross, in smothered tones, you shall not draw it. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- I am a Briton, said Miss Pross, I am desperate. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- I can hear, said Miss Pross, seeing that he spoke to her, nothing. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Jerry hoarsely professed himself at Miss Pross's service. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Sounding Mr. Cruncher, and finding him of her opinion, Miss Pross resorted to the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, attended by her cavalier. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Nothing to boast of, said Miss Pross. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Miss Pross inquired, with placidity. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Now, Mr. Cruncher, said Miss Pross, whose eyes were red with felicity; if you are ready, I am. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Now and then, said Miss Pross. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Within a few minutes, Miss Pross stood whispering at his side. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Thus Miss Pross, with a shake of her head and a flash of her eyes between every rapid sentence, and every rapid sentence a whole breath. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Hundreds, said Miss Pross. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Madame Defarge looked at her scornfully, but still with something of Miss Pross's own perception that they two were at bay. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Miss Pross had laid the child down on his own bed, and her head had gradually fallen on the pillow beside her pretty charge. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Miss Pross, submitting herself to his judgment, the scheme was worked out with care. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- I know that your intentions are evil, said Miss Pross, and you may depend upon it, I'll hold my own against them. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- All sorts of people who are not in the least degree worthy of the pet, are always turning up, said Miss Pross. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer, said Miss Pross, in her breathing. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- You had better, Lucie, said Mr. Lorry, doing all he could to propitiate, by tone and manner, have the dear child here, and our good Pross. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- Let me take your arm, Miss Pross. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- For some months past, Miss Pross and Mr. Cruncher had discharged the office of purveyors; the former carrying the money; the latter, the basket. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- You didn't mean it, remarked the matter-of-fact Miss Pross, and therefore how could you know it? 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- But, Miss Pross suddenly became afflicted with a twitching in the head and body, and retired into the house. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- From Miss Pross. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- She knew full well that Miss Pross was the family's devoted friend; Miss Pross knew full well that Madame Defarge was the family's malevolent enemy. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
- There never was, nor will be, but one man worthy of Ladybird, said Miss Pross; and that was my brother Solomon, if he hadn't made a mistake in life. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
整理:希欧多尔