War rages yet with the audacious Boythorn, though at uncertain intervals, and now hotly, and now coolly, flickering like an unsteady fire. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.
Violent blasts of rain had accompanied these rages of wind, and the day just closed as I sat down to read had been the worst of all. 查尔斯·狄更斯.远大前程.