词汇：mention
vt. 说起；提到，谈到；提及，论及
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- “He only liked pacers,” Newt said. “He wouldn’t be bothered to steal horses as long as he had one to ride. Just beingalong didn’t make him a horsethief.” “It do to the Captain,” Deets said. “It do to Mr. Gus.” “They didn’t even talk to him,” Newt said bitterly. “They just hung him. They didn’t even act like they were sorry.” “They sorry,” Deets said. “Saying won’t change it. He’s gone, don’t worry about him. He’s gone to the peaceful place.” He put his hand for a moment on Newt’s shoulder. “You need to rest your mind,” he said. “Don’t worry about the sleepers.” How do you stop? Newt wondered. It wasn’t a thing he could forget, Pea Eye mentioned it as he would mention the weather, something natural that just happened and was over. Only for Newt it wasn’t over. Every day it would rise in his mind and stay there until something distracted him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I tell you we bought them horses!” Dan said.“Oh, drop your bluff,” Augustus said. “I buried Wilbarger myself, not to mention his two cowboys. We buried them farmers and we’ll bury that body over there. I imagine it’s all your doings, too. Your brothers don’t look so rough, and Jake ain’t normally a killer.” Augustus looked at Jake, who was still sitting down. “What’s the story on that one, Jake?” he asked.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Lorena heard the remark—she was riding behind them. Mention of Indians brought back memories and made her nervous.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “You’re supposed to be able to smell Indians,” he said to Augustus, “Do you smell any?” “No,” Augustus said. “I just smell a lot of cowshit. I expect my smeller will be ruined forever before this trip is over by smelling so much cowshit.” “It don’t mention buffalo in the Bible,” Augustus remarked.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I’ve always heard the Arkansas was swift,” Call said. “Did you try it?” “Oh yes,” Deets said. “It took me down aways.” “It comes out of the same mountains as the Rio Grande,” Call said. “Just a different side.” “Reckon we’ll ever get back, Captain?” Deets asked. He had not planned to ask, but at mention of the Rio Grande he felt a sudden homesickness. He had been back and forth across the Rio Grande for so many years that it made him sad to think he might never see it again. The Rio Grande was shallow and warm, and no trouble to cross, whereas the farther north they went, the colder and swifter the rivers became.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Did you know Ellie?” he asked. “I heard you knowed her.”It was Jennie’s turn to be surprised. Elmira had been her best friend for three years, and she hardly expected a drunken young cowboy to mention her name.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “We oughta go get them boys out of jail,” Roy Suggs said. “They might make good regulators.” “If a girl and one sheriff can take ’em, I wouldn’t want ’em,” Dan Suggs said. “Besides, I had some trouble with Jim once, myself. I’d go watch him hang, if I had time, damn him.” Their talk, it seemed, was mostly of killing. Even little Eddie, the youngest, claimed to have killed three men, two nesters and a Mexican. The rest of the outfit didn’t mention numbers, but Jake had no doubt that he was riding with accomplished killers. Dan Suggs seemed to hate everybody he knew—he spoke in the vilest language of everyone, but his particular hatred was cowboys. He had trailed a herd once and not done well with it, and it had left him resentful of those with better luck.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- In Dallas Jake won some money from a soldier who reported that he had met a deputy sheriff from Arkansas. The deputy was looking for the sheriff, and the sheriff was looking for a man who had killed his brother. The soldier had forgotten all the names and Jake didn’t mention that he was the man being sought. The information made him nervous, though. The sheriff from Arkansas was evidently in Texas somewhere, and might show up any time.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Now, in the saloon, he remembered Peach’s hints. Maybe Ellie had never liked him. Maybe she had married him for reasons she hadn’t wanted to mention. Thinking about it all made him feel very sad.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “A dern old man beat her and used her hard, and that’s why she run off,” Roscoe elaborated. “Can we go to a saloon? I’d sure fancy a beer.” July took him to a saloon and bought him a beer. Now that he had Roscoe alone he felt curiously reluctant to mention Elmira. Even hearing her name spoken would be painful.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Call considered it. Deets was a fine tracker, not to mention a cool hand. He could be of some help to Gus. But the girl was none of his affair, and they needed Deets’s scouting skills. Water might get scarcer and harder to find once they struck the plains.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Po Campo looked at Newt quickly and hitched up his pants. “I’ll make you something better than biscuits,” he said, but he didn’t mention what it might be.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Call got his rifle, out of the scabbard and cleaned it, though it was in perfect order. Sometimes the mere act of cleaning a gun, an act he had performed thousands of times, would empty his mind of jarring thoughts and memories—but this time it didn’t work. Gus had jarred him with mention of Maggie, the bitterest memory of his life. She had died in Lonesome Dove some twelve years before, but the memory had lost none of its salt and sting, for what had happened with her had been unnecessary and was now uncorrectable. He had made mistakes in battle and led men to their deaths, but his mind didn’t linger on those mistakes; at least the battles had been necessary, and the men soldiers. He could feel that he hadBut Maggie had not been a fighting man—just a needful young whore, who had for some reason fixed on him as the man who could save her from her own mistakes. Gus had known her first, and Jake, and many other men, whereas he had only visited her out of curiosity to find out what it was that he had heard men talk and scheme about for so long. It turned out not to be much, in his view—a brief, awkward experience, where the pleasure was soon drowned in embarrassment and a feeling of sadness. He ought not to have gone back twice, let alone a third time, yet something drew him back—not so much the need of his own flesh as the helplessness and need of the woman. She had such frightened eyes. He never met her in the saloon but came up the back stairs, usually after dark; she would be standing just inside the door waiting, her face anxious. Some weakness in him brought him back every few nights, for two months or more. He had never said much to her, but she said a lot to him. She had a small, quick voice, almost like a child’s. She would talk constantly, as if to cover his embarrassment at what they had met to do. Some nights he would sit for half an hour, for he came to like her talk, though he had long since forgotten what she had said. But when she talked, her face would relax for a while, her eyes lose their fright. She would clasp his hand while she talked—one night she buttoned his shirt. And when he was ready to leave—always a need to leave, to be away, would come over him—she would look at him with fright in her face again, as if she had one more thing to say but couldn’t say it.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Call was unsaddling the mare. At the mention of the Comanchero he stopped.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “He’ll be along tomorrow,” Call said. “Why are you sending the boy off?” Newt heard the question and felt unhappy for a moment. Almost everybody called him Newt, but the Captain still called him “the boy.” “Lorie can’t be left by herself tonight,” Augustus said. “I don’t reckon you seen Jake.” “I never hit the right saloon,” Call said. “I was after a cook. He’s there, though. I heard his name mentioned several times.” “Hear anyone mention Blue Duck?” Augustus asked.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “What’s there?” Lorena asked, for she had never heard anyone mention such a place.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- He considered offering to let her ride double, but before he could mention it she ran on ahead. Not only could she walk faster than a possum could run, she could run faster than Memphis could walk. He had to put the horse into a trot to keep up with her. By the time they got to the creek, Roscoe felt lightheaded from the combination of hunger and wasp stings. His vision was swimming again, as it had when he was drunk. A wasp had got him close to one eye; soon the eye swelled shut. His head felt larger than it usually did. It was a very inconvenient life, and, as usual when traveling got bad, he felt resentful of July for having married a woman who would run off.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I seen you get stung,” she said. “There’s a creek just along there. Mud poultices are the best for them yellow-jacket stings. You mix ’em with spit and it helps.” That of course was common knowledge, though it was thoughtful of the girl to mention it. The running-away business he thought he better deal with at once.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Watching her lie there, calm and silent, Jake felt hopeless and took another long drink from the whiskey bottle. Heconsidered himself a smart man, and yet he had got himself in a position that would have embarrassed a fool. He had no business traveling north with a woman like Lorie, who had her own mind and wouldn’t obey the simplest order unless it happened to suit her. The more he drank, the sorrier he felt for himself. He wished he had just told Lorie no, and left her to sweat it out in Lonesome Dove. Then at least he could be in camp with the men, where there were card games to be had, not to mention protection. Despite himself, he could not stop worrying about July Johnson.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I’d leave ’em out but they’d run off,” she said. “They don’t like farming as much as I do. I guess we’ll have corn bread for supper. It’s about all I eat.” “Why not bacon?” Roscoe asked. He was quite hungry and would have appreciated a good hunk of bacon or a chop of some kind. Several chickens were scratching around the cabin—any one of them would have made good eating but he didn’t feel he ought to mention it, since he was the guest.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I hope there’s still some coffee in the pot,” he said, when he dismounted. “I’ve usually had ten biscuits by this time of day, not to mention some honey and a few eggs. Got any eggs, Lorie?” “No, but we got bacon,” she said. “I’ll fry you some.” Augustus looked around with amusement at the muddy camp.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Why, they light up the sky,” Augustus said. “I don’t know if you can see ’em from Montany.” “I wonder when we’ll see Jake again?” Pea Eye said. “That Jake sure don’t keep still.” “He was just here yesterday, we don’t need to marry him,” Dish said, unable to conceal his irritation at the mere mention of the man.“Well, I’ve oiled my guns,” Augustus said. “We might as well go and put the Cheyenne nation to flight, if the Army hasn’t.” Call didn’t answer.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Jake stood looking out the window while she stripped the bed. He sipped his whiskey but didn’t mention the trail again.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Then you should have picked a cattleman to mention it to,” Augustus said. “Not two old laws like us.” “Hell, you’re cattlemen now,” Jake said. “All it takes is cows.” “Are you aiming to marry Lorie?” Augustus asked, changing his tack.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “No, the girl’s as generous as a preacher’s widow,” Jake said. “She wouldn’t take money from a gentleman like me. I hope she charged you plenty, though, for I know you’ve been there before me.” “I’ve always tried to keep a step ahead of you, Jake,” Augustus said. “But to answer your question, Call’s gone to round up a dern bunch of cowboys so we can head out for Montana with a dern bunch of cows and suffer for the rest of our lives.” “Well, dern,” Jake said. “I admit I was a fool to mention it.” He settled himself on the lower step and set the jug halfway between them so they could both reach it. He was mildly chagrined that Call had left before he could borrow the money—extracting money from Augustus had always been a long and wearisome business. Call was easier when it came to money—he didn’t like to lend it, but he would rather lend it than talk about it, whereas Augustus would rather talk than do anything.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇