Frets

• It heaves and frets beneath the artificial political map like some misfitted giant. 赫伯特·乔治·威尔斯. 世界史纲.
• Is that what frets you? 夏洛蒂·勃朗特. 雪莉.
• It keeps up a perpetual fever in my veins; it frets my immedicable wound; it is instinct with poison. 玛丽·雪莱. 最后一个人.
• What frets me is, that when I try to esteem, I am baffled; when religiously inclined, there are but false gods to adore. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特. 雪莉.

校对:佩里