词汇：conversation
n. 会话；交谈；社交
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- Gus was perfectly patient with her silence. He didn’t seem to mind it. He just went on talking as if they were having a conversation, talking of this and that. He didn’t talk about what had happened to her but treated her as he always had in Lonesome Dove.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- One night, cleaning his rifle, he was startled by the sound of his own voice. He had never been one to talk to himself, but as he cleaned the gun, he had been having, in his head, the conversation with Gus that there had not been time to have before Gus left. “I wish you’d killed the man when you had a chance,” he said. “I wish you’d never encouraged Jake to bring that girl.” The words had just popped out. He was doubly glad he was alone, for if the men had heard him they would have thought him daft.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Don’t want no goddamn goat,” Dog Face said. He was nervous about the turn the conversation was taking.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I guess we’re caught, but what next?” Hutto asked. He did not like to be left out of conversations. Jim, who still had to suck hard to get his breath; showed no inclination to talk.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I reckon you’re lying,” one said. He was a small fellow but had mean little eyes and was generally more frightening than his companion, a man the size of an ox, who seemed to take no interest in the conversation.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Could you use any company?” July asked. “We’re going up that way.” “Oh, I can always use good conversation, when I can get it,” Wilbarger said. “I was brought up to expect good conversation, but then I run off to the wilderness and it’s been spotty ever since. Why are you going north when the man you want is to the south?” “I’ve got other business as well,” July said. He didn’t want to describe it though. He hadn’t meant to ask Wilbarger if they could ride along. He wouldn’t ordinarily have done it, but then his life was no longer ordinary. His wife was lost, and his deputy also. He felt more confused than he ever had in his life, whereas Wilbarger was a man who seemed far less confused than most. He seemed to know his mind immediately, whatever the question put to him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “It’s a weak excuse,” Wilbarger said, marking his place with a grass blade and standing up. “I didn’t notice much law in Arkansas either. There’s law of sorts in New Orleans, but out here it’s every man for himself.” “Well, there’s Texas Rangers but I guess they mostly fight the Indians,” July said, wondering where the conversation would end.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Are we leaving tonight?” Jake asked. “My horse is rode down.” “You ain’t leaving at all, Jake,” Augustus said. “At least not with me. I’m likely to have to travel hard, and I won’t have time for conversation.” Jake flared up again. “By God, I’ll go if I please,” he said. “She’s my woman.”Augustus ignored him. “I hate to leave just when you’re breaking in a new cook,” he said to Call. “I guess by the time I get back you’ll all be nibbling on spiders and centipedes.” Deets came over, looking worried. “You best watch close,” he said. “He gave me the slip—might give you the slip.” “Oh, you probably had your mind on grasshoppers or something, Deets,” Augustus said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Pea ignored the remark—it was necessary to ignore most of those Gus made or else you got bogged down in useless conversation.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “We got to hurry,” Pea said, a little alarmed to be having such a conversation.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Several times, mostly at night, he had imagined Sean was still alive. Being so sleepy made it harder to keep from mixing dreams with what was actually happening. He even had conversations with the other hands that seemed like they were conversations in dreams. He had never known the sadness of losing a friend, and had begun to consider what a long way they had to go.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “She didn’t say,” Roscoe said. “Maybe she said to July but I doubt it, since he left before she did.” “Didn’t like Arkansas, I guess,” Louisa said. “He might just as well let her go, if that’s the case. I like it myself, though it ain’t no Alabama.” After that the conversation lagged. Roscoe kept wishing there was something to eat besides corn bread, but there wasn’t.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Want a bath?” July asked his wife. “I’ll fetch some more water if you do.” Elmira didn’t answer because she didn’t really hear him. It was peculiar, but July almost never said anything that she did hear anymore. It seemed to her that the last thing she heard were their marriage vows. After that, though she heard his voice, she didn’t really hear his words. Certainly he was nothing like Dee Boot when it came to conversation. Dee could talk all week and never say the same thing twice, whereas it seemed to her July had never said anything different since they’d married.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “The land of the northern lights,” Augustus said. The heat had caused a dearth of conversation and made him welcome almost any question.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Don’t start no conversation, else he’ll stay all day,” Jake said. “I’d forgotten what a pest you are, Gus.”He had got the thorn in his thumb hobbling the horses the night before, and had been unable to get it out in the dark.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “We had hoped to sort of ease along with the bunch of you,” Jake said, his eyes down. “We’ll make our own camp, so as not to be in the way. Might could help out a little if things get tight. The water might be a little chancy, once we hit the plains.” “If I’d liked water better I guess I’d have stayed a river-boater, and you boys would have missed out on some choice conversation over the years,” Augustus said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Before the Irishmen had been there a week, he had made friends with Sean O’Brien. At first the conversation was one- sided, for Sean was full of worries and prone to talking a blue streak; once he found that Newt would listen and not make fun of him, the talk gushed out, most of it homesick talk. He missed his dead mother and said over and over again that he would not have left Ireland if she hadn’t died. He would cry immediately at the thought of his mother, and when Newt revealed that his mother was also dead, the friendship became closer.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I’m sure partial to the evening,” Augustus said. “The evening and the morning. If we just didn’t have to have the rest of the dern day I’d be a lot happier.” “If we have a good drag tonight we can start north on Monday,” Call said. “How does that suit you, Jake?” “Oh, fine,” Jake said. “But you boys don’t have to try and suit me with your drive. I’ve been thinking of spending some time in San Antonio.” “That’s a big disappointment,” Augustus said. “It’s a long way to Montany. I was counting on you to keep up the conversation.” “Well, count agin,” Jake said, deciding on the spot that he wouldn’t go.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Now, Maggie, don’t be giving away my recipes,” Maude said. “Anyway, the Captain’s likely et possum before.” “At least it ain’t a goat,” Call said, trying to make conversation. It was an unfamiliar labor, since at his own table he mostly worked at avoiding it. But he knew women liked to talk to their guests, and he tried to fit into the custom.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- The years had gone on passing, most of them slow years, particularly after they quit rangering and went into the horse- and-cattle business. The only real result of overhearing the conversation was that Pea was cautious from then on about who he let borrow the ax. He liked life slow and didn’t want any more mysteries or sharp surprises.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Overhearing that snatch of conversation was an accident Pea was slow to forget. For a month or two after it happened he went around feeling nervous, expecting life to change in some bold way. And yet nothing changed at all. They all soon went up the river to try and catch some bandits raiding out of Chihuahua, and the Captain, so far as he could tell, was the same old Captain. By the time they came back, Maggie had had her child, and soon after, Jake Spoon moved in with her for a while. Then he left and Maggie died and Gus went down one day and got Newt from the Mexican family that had taken him upon Maggie’s death.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “If it comes to it we’ll eat the donkey,” the bald man said. “What can you do with a donkey anyway?” “Train it to sit on its ass and eat sugar cubes,” the young one said. Then he giggled at his own wit.Newt edged a little closer, his fear rapidly diminishing. Men who could engage in such conversation didn’t seem very dangerous. Just as he was relaxing a hand suddenly gripped his shoulder and for a second he nearly fainted with fright, thinking the bowie knife would hit him next. Then he realized it was Deets. Motioning for him to follow, Deets walked right up to the hut. He did not appear to be worried in the least. When they were a few feet from the broken adobe wall, Newt saw Captain Call step into the circle of firelight from the other side.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- It was not hard to make out the drift of their conversation either. The subject of the debate was their next meal.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “You may think it a pity,” Wilbarger said. “I can call it a blessing. I suppose you wrote that sign.” “That’s right,” Augustus said. “Want me to write you one?” “No, I ain’t ready for the sanatorium yet,” Wilbarger said. “I never expected to meet Latin in this part of Texas but I guess education has spread.” “How’d you round up that much stock without horses?” Call asked, hoping to get the conversation back around to business.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Going up the trail, Dish?” Newt asked, hoping to turn the conversation to more cheerful matters.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇