Whereat Mr Twemlow leaned his innocent head upon his hand, and moaned a little moan of distress and disgrace. 查尔斯·狄更斯.我们共同的朋友.
He bit his arm and moaned, Oh mama mia, mama Mia, then, Dio te salve, Maria. 欧内斯特·海明威.永别了,武器.
The carriage drove up; her father relieved Graham; but in the exchange from one bearer to another she was hurt, and moaned again. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.维莱特.
Briggs seized it mechanically, gasped it down convulsively, moaned a little, and began to play with the chicken on her plate. 威廉·梅克比斯·萨克雷.名利场.
The creature moaned feebly when I looked at it and called to it, but never stirred. 威尔基·柯林斯.白衣女人.
The mother had moaned in her sleep and moved. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.
I can't think--I can't think, she moaned, and leaned her head against the rattling side of the cab. 伊迪丝·华顿.快乐之家.
He moaned so, and looked so weak, wild, and lost, I feared he was dying; and I might not even speak to him. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.简·爱.
I only moaned a trifle to keep the girls company. 路易莎·梅·奥尔科特.小妇人.
The girl moaned out some half intelligible reply, that she could not tell; and seemed, from the smothered noise that escaped her, to be crying. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Before the door, were three tall poplar trees, which made it very dark within; and the wind moaned through them with a dismal wail. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
He faintly moaned, I am done for, as the victim, and he barbarously bellowed, I'll serve you out, as the murderer. 查尔斯·狄更斯.远大前程.
To and fro he walked, while the flakes fell faster; and the wind, which at first had but moaned, pitifully howled. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Now that the speaker ceased, the little creature laid down her head again, and moaned, 'O me, O me, O me! 查尔斯·狄更斯.我们共同的朋友.
She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slipshod and in curl-papers all day. 威廉·梅克比斯·萨克雷.名利场.
His breathing was hard and thick, and he moaned painfully as it came and went. 查尔斯·狄更斯.匹克威克外传.
He fell back upon his pillow and moaned aloud. 查尔斯·狄更斯.匹克威克外传.
I know it,' moaned she, turning her head uneasily from side to side. 伊丽莎白·盖斯凯尔.南方与北方.
Something gurgled and moaned. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.简·爱.
Mercy-- moaned Mrs. Archer, evidently perceiving the uselessness of trying to ascribe the actions of foreigners to a sense of delicacy. 伊迪丝·华顿.纯真年代.
I cried inwardly, as the night lingered and lingered--as my bleeding patient drooped, moaned, sickened: and neither day nor aid arrived. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.简·爱.