You're a falsehood, Mr. Giles,' said Brittles. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
The post-chaise drove up to the door shortly afterwards; and Giles coming in for the luggage, the good doctor bustled out, to see it packed. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
I turned down the clothes'; continued Giles, rolling back the table-cloth, 'sat up in bed; and listened. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
This done, the postboy drove off; Giles, Mr. Maylie, and Oliver, followed at their leisure. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Wounded desperate, miss,' replied Giles, with indescribable complacency. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
I don't know what to think,' replied poor Giles. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
A kind of a busting noise,' replied Mr. Giles, looking round him. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Giles--Clement--dogs and varlets! 沃尔特·司各特.艾凡赫.
Thank you, sir, said Mr. Giles. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Giles, Clement, and Eustace! 沃尔特·司各特.艾凡赫.
Heerd a noise,' continued Mr. Giles. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Fancy that he fired in the air, and you've fought a duel, Giles. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Mr. Giles directed an appealing glance at the tinker; but he had suddenly fallen asleep. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
The fact was, that Mr. Giles had not, at first, been able to bring his mind to the avowal, that he had only shot a boy. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Have you shot anything particular, lately, Giles? 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Mr. Giles, who had been feverishly putting the tea-cups to rights, blushed very red, and said that he had had that honour. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
None at all, sir,' replied Mr. Giles, with much gravity. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
It was, when _you_ heerd it, sir,' rejoined Mr. Giles; 'but, at this time, it had a busting sound. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
You may depend upon it,' said Giles, 'that that gate stopped the flow of the excitement. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
I'm here, miss,' replied Mr. Giles. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Not a bit of it,' replied Mr. Giles. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Mr. Giles, are you a Protestant? 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Mr. Giles, dressed with scrupulous care in a full suit of black, was in attendance upon them. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
I don't know; I really don't know,' said Giles, with a rueful countenance. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Blathers and Duff looked at Mr. Giles, as he was thus recommended to their notice. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
The boy is very well, sir,' said Mr. Giles, recovering his usual tone of patronage; 'and sends his respectful duty, sir. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
They said the last unsuccessful candidate at Middlemarch--Giles, wasn't his name? 乔治·艾略特.米德尔马契.
Mr. Giles looked round with a patronising air, as much as to say that so long as they behaved properly, he would never desert them. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
Is it you, Giles? 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.
You're a lie, Brittles,' said Mr. Giles. 查尔斯·狄更斯.雾都孤儿.