词汇：gold

n. 金，黄金；金币；金色

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“I’ve funds in a bank in San Antonio,” Augustus said. “Also I own half a cattle herd. It ought to be north of the Yellowstone by now.” “I brought pen and ink,” the doctor said. “If I were you I’d make your will while you’re still sober.” Augustus drank all afternoon and did not use the pen or ink. Once, when the music stopped, he looked out the window and saw a skinny pockmarked girl in a black dress standing in the street looking up at him curiously. He waved but could not be sure she saw him. He took another twenty-dollar gold piece from his pants pocket and sailed it out the window toward her. It landed in the street, to the puzzlement of the girl. She walked over and picked up the gold piece, looking up.
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“I take it all back,” she said to her friend. “It’s a bunch of rich cattlemen.” Newt noticed that she didn’t give him back his gold piece, but he didn’t feel he ought to say anything. Maybe it cost ten dollars just to get in the door of a place where women went naked.
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“It’s a troop of little fellers,” she said to her companion in the hall. “They must have just let out school.” “They better get on in here while we ain’t busy, then,” her friend said. “That is, if they can afford it.” “Oh, we got money,” Newt volunteered. “We come up with a herd and we just got paid.” “I didn’t know cowboys come this young,” the big woman said. “Show me the money.” Newt pulled out his gold piece and the woman leaned in the hall to look at it under the light.
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That was not Augustus’s intention. He had four ten-dollar gold pieces in his pocket, which he had intended to slip the boys on the sly. With Call gone, that was unnecessary. He flipped one to Newt, then handed them to each of the other boys.
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“Why, this ain’t but four dollars,” Dan said. “Did you look good?” “Yeah, we tore up the chimney and opened all the trunks,” Roy said. “That purse was under the pallet they sleep on. They don’t have a dern thing worth taking besides that.” “Four dollars to see ’em through,” Dan said. “That won’t help ’em much, we might as well take it.” He took the two gold pieces and tossed the worn leather purse back at the man’s feet.
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“Go with him and see what you can find, boys,” Dan said. “Me and Jake can ride herd on the family, I guess. They don’t look too violent.” Ten minutes later the boy came racing back, crying again, and Frog Lip and the two younger Suggses followed. They had an old leather wallet with them, which Roy Suggs threw to Dan. It had two small gold pieces in it.
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“We’re here to see you reap what you sow,” Dan went on. “It’ll cost you forty dollars gold, but we’ll deal with the herds when they show up and your crops won’t be disturbed.” “No speaken English,” the man said, still smiling and nodding in a friendly way.
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“I thought we was gonna regulate the settlers,” Roy said one night. “What are we waiting for?” “A nester that’s got something besides a milk cow and a pile of buffalo chips,” Dan Suggs said. “I’m looking for a rich one.” “If one was rich, he wouldn’t be living in a hole dug out of a hill up here in Kansas,” Jake said. “I slept in one of those soddies once—so much dirt leaked out of the roof during the night that I woke up dern near buried.” “That don’t mean some of them couldn’t have some gold,” little Eddie said. “I’d like to practice regulating a little so I’d have the hang of it when we do strike the rich ones.” “All we aim to let you do is watch, anyway,” Dan said. “It don’t take no practice to watch.” “I’ve shot a nester,” little Eddie reminded him. “Shot two. If they don’t pay up, I might make it three.” “The object is to scare them out of their money, not shoot them,” Dan said. “You shoot too many and pretty soon you’ve got the law after you. We want to get rich, not get hung.” “He’s too young to know what he’s talking about,” Roy said.
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“Them’ll be our fifty-dollar gold pieces,” he said. “These here will be tens and these little ones can be fives. This is a high- stakes game we’re playing.” “Don’t you cheat, Gus,” Lorena said suddenly. “If you cheat I won’t give you no pokes.” Augustus was so pleased to hear her talk that tears came into his eyes. “We’re just playing for buttons, honey,” he said.
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“You dern cowboys ought to broom yourselves off before you walk in here,” he said with an insolent look. “We can get all the sand we need without the customers bringing it to us. That’ll be two dollars.” Augustus pitched a ten-dollar gold piece on the bar and as the young man took it, suddenly reached out, grabbed his head and smashed his face into the bar, before the young man could even react. Then he quickly drew his big Colt, and when the bartender raised his head, his broken nose gushing blood onto his white shirtfront, he found himself looking right into the barrel of a very big gun.
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She had a thin gold ring that had been her mother’s, and one or two other trifles. She had never liked to buy things; in Lonesome Dove it didn’t matter, for there was nothing much to buy.
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“Is that your last word on the subject?” Wilbarger asked. “I’m offering thirty-eight for one. You won’t get a chance like that every day of your life.” Dish snorted. He fancied the gray mare himself. “It’d be like tradin’ a fifty-dollar gold piece for thirty-eight nickels,” he said. He was in a foul temper anyway. The minute they had the horses penned, Jake Spoon had unsaddled and walked straight to the Dry Bean, as if that were where he lived.
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Newt had always assumed Jake would come back, too. Scraps of news about him had blown back down the cow trails—word that he was a peace officer in Ogallala, or that he was prospecting for gold in the Black Hills. Newt had no idea where the Black Hills were, or how you went about finding gold in them, but one of the reasons he was eager to head north with a cow herd was the hope of running into Jake somewhere along the way. Of course he wanted to wear a gun and become a top hand and have the adventure of the drive—maybe they would even see buffalo, though he knew there weren’t many left. But underneath all his other hopes was the oldest yearning he had, one that could lie covered over for months and years and still be fresh as a toothache: the need to see Jake Spoon.
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It was tribute enough to sunup that it could make even chaparral bushes look beautiful, Augustus thought, and he watched the process happily, knowing it would only last a few minutes. The sun spread reddish-gold light through the shining bushes, among which a few goats wandered, bleating. Even when the sun rose above the low bluffs to the south, a layer of light lingered for a bit at the level of the chaparral, as if independent of its source. Then the sun lifted clear, like an immense coin. The dew quickly died, and the light that filled the bushes like red dust dispersed, leaving clear, slightly bluish air.
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Another unusual thing about Gus was that he could practically tell what she was thinking. In this case he looked abashed and dug a ten-dollar gold piece out of his pocket, which he pitched over to her. Lorena felt wary. It was five dollars too much, even if he did decide to set his post. She knew old men got crazy sometimes and wanted strange things—Lippy was a constant problem, and he had a hole in his stomach and could barely keep up his piano playing. But it turned out she had no need to worry about Gus.
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In that respect, Gus was unusual, for most men didn’t talk. He would blab right up until he shoved his old carrot in, and then would be blabbing again, before it was even dry. Generous as he was by local standards—he gave her five dollars in gold every single time—Lorena still felt a little underpaid. It should have been five dollars for wetting his carrot and another five dollars for listening to all the blab. Some of it was interesting, but Lorena couldn’t keep her mind on so much talk. It didn’t seem to hurt Gus’s feelings any. He talked just as cheerful whether she was listening or not, and he never tried to talk her into giving him two pokes for the price of one, as most of the younger men did.
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In dramatic testimony, Yvonne Biasi was depicted - - as a gold-digging nymphomaniac.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script
Mrs. Lang had thrown him out, the marriage was in ruins... They're trying to make me into a gold-digger... him, the media... Control yourself, please.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script
S & L funds, Biotech funds... Gold funds, they were a disaster.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script
"Muriel Lang, woman with the heart of gold." Oh, actress... briefly.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script
Not at all. In the beauty parlour, I'm known as: "Muriel Lang, the woman with the heart of gold." And if there are any sponsors out there, like Denorex... Which I use, because... We've got to get the winners in a group picture.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script
Absolutely. "Muriel Lang, the woman with the heart of gold." You can endorse shampoos, conditioners, nail polish... "Muriel Lang, the woman with the heart of gold!" Well, I'd better get something out of this.
>> 倾城佳话 It Could Happen to You (1994) Movie Script
狄更斯-远大前程 Great Expectations:
That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. BUt, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause, you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers... that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
那一天对我来说是难忘的一天，因为它给我带来了巨大的改变。想象一下，有一天被剔除，想想它的进程会有多不同。停下来，你们这些读到这篇文章的人，想想那长长的铁链或金链，荆棘或花朵。。。如果不是在一个值得纪念的日子里形成了第一个环节，这永远不会束缚你。
>> 生活是一段旅程，而不是目的地
I mean Jews Of coures, getting them out will cost... jewelry, silver, gold Even currency But only Swiss francs and Dollars No genguis and No Reichsmarks to cover expenses I see We can keep people from going up a chimney Germans have such lovely expressions blitzkrieg, going up a chimney So vivid You picture someone being shoved in at the bottom and floating out at the top, with wings on their back Is that supposed to be funny?
>> 布达佩斯之恋Gloomy Sunday AKA The Piano Player) Movie Script
A little melancholy, but pretty We should record it With the title gold on red on the label Miss llona, Would you be my wife?
>> 布达佩斯之恋Gloomy Sunday AKA The Piano Player) Movie Script