词汇:spell

vt. 拼,拼写;拼成;意味着;迷住;招致;轮值

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RHETT:
I meant it as a compliment. And I hope to see more of you when you're free of the spell of the elegant Mr.
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And if his feet are full of germs, his mouth is full of spells.
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I know well how to spell discrimination!
>> 为人师表 Stand and Deliver (1988) Movie Script
We see that Andrews has come under Rose's spell.
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FLASHBACK:
INT. FARMHOUSE, UPSTAIRS - DAY April stands sadly in the hall, studying playful letters on a bedroom door which spell out “Iris”.
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Under the spell of true love... The poor chump grows careless... The Cossacks are picking him up... And it's curtains for the Tramp.
>> Lady and the Tramp 小姐与流氓 1955 Movie Script
For this is the night It's a beautiful night And we call it Bella notte Look at the skies They have stars in their eyes On this lovely bella notte Side by side With your loved one You'll find enchantment here The night will weave its magic spell When the one you love is near For This is the night And the heavens are right On this lovely Bella notte This is the night It's a beautiful night And we call it Bella notte Look at the skies They have stars in their eyes On this lovely Bella notte Side by side with your loved one You'll find enchantment here The night will weave its magic spell When the one you love is near For this is the night And the heavens are right On this lovely Bella notte Oh! Oh, dear.
>> Lady and the Tramp 小姐与流氓 1955 Movie Script
EXT. A STREET IN BUFFALO, NEW YORK - NIGHT The neon lights that spell out "FRED'S PIZZERIA" go out; after a moment a man in an overcoat steps out, and turns to lock the door of his restaurant. The Corleone Waltz continues over this. He turns.
>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
Of course he knew that riding a horse through a bucking spell represented just a small part of a horse’s education. They had to be gentled enough that it wouldn’t be necessary to tie them down to saddle them. They had to be taught to rein, and, if possible, to take an interest in cattle.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Old Hugh Auld came and went at will on his spotted pony. Though he talked constantly while he was with the crew, he often developed what he called lonesome feelings and disappeared for ten days at a time. Once in a prolonged warm spell he came racing in excitedly and informed Call that there was a herd of wild horses grazing only twenty miles to the south.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Remember, we stopped by there a minute?” “My God,” Call said, thinking his friend must be delirious. “You want me to haul you to Texas? We just got to Montana.” “I know where you just got,” Augustus said. “My burial can wait a spell. I got nothing against wintering in Montana. Just pack me in salt or charcoal or what you will. I’ll keep well enough and you can make the trip in the spring. You’ll be a rich cattle king by then and might need a restful trip.” Call looked at his friend closely. Augustus looked sober and reasonably serious.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
As he neared Nebraska, the plains took on a browner look. Though he was fairly sure now he wasn’t going to die, he kept having spells of lightheadedness in which his vision wavered and he tended to run off at the mouth. At night he would wake and find himself in the middle of a conversation with Roscoe—it embarrassed him, though no one was around to hear.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, I’d rather be naked a spell than to have to travel in wet duds, like we done all last night,” Pea Eye said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, I’d rather be naked a spell than to have to travel in wet duds, like we done all last night,” Pea Eye said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“We’ll rest a spell till it’s dark,” he said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Two nights later he had started to go to her again, but stopped himself. He had taken his gun and walked out of Lonesome Dove to the Comanche crossing and sat the night. He never went to see Maggie again, though once in a while he might see her on the street. She had had the boy, lived four years, and died. According to Gus she had stayed drunk most of her last year. She had gotten thick with Jake for a spell, but then Jake left.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Augustus noticed Call standing off to one side, looking blue. Once in a while Call would fall into blue spells—times when he seemed almost paralyzed by doubts he never voiced. The blue spells never came at a time of real crisis. Call thrived on crisis. They were brought on by little accidents, like the wagon breaking.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, I’ve been a deputy sheriff for a good spell,” Roscoe said. “I keep the jail.” Louisa was watching him closely in a way that made him a little uncomfortable. The only light in the cabin came from a small coal-oil lamp on the table. A few small bugs buzzed around the lamp, their movements casting shadows on the table. The corn bread was so dry that Roscoe kept having to dip dipperfuls of water to wash it down.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“You don’t need to stand there looking out of sorts,” he said. “I won’t run off without you.” “I ain’t out of sorts,” Lorena said. “You are. You don’t want to stay and you don’t want to go.” Jake looked at her mildly. “I’ve been up that way,” he said. “It’s rough. Why don’t we go up to San Antonio and gamble for a spell?” “Tinkersley took me there,” Lorena said. “I don’t want to go back.” “You’re a hard one to please,” Jake said, getting a little testy suddenly.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, it will about finish the Flores operation,” Augustus said. “He just had three boys, and we hung the only one of ’em with any get-up-and-go.” To Augustus’s surprise, Call sat down on the porch and took a big swallow from the jug. He felt curious—not sick but suddenly empty—it was the way a kick in the stomach could make you feel. It was an odd thing, but true, that the death of an enemy could affect you almost as much as the death of a friend. He had experienced it before, when news reached them that Kicking Wolf was dead. Some young soldier on his second patrol had made a lucky shot and killed him, on the Clear Fork of the Brazos—and Kicking Wolf had kept two companies of Rangers busy for twenty years. Killed by a private.Call had been shoeing a horse when Pea brought him that piece of news, and he felt so empty for a spell that he had to put off finishing the job.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
AUGUSTUS WAS on the front porch, biding his time, when Wilbarger rode up. Biding his time seemed to him the friendly thing to do, inasmuch as Jake Spoon had ridden a long way and had likely been scared to seek out womankind during his trip. Jake was one of those men who seemed to stay in rut the year round, a great source of annoyance to Call, who was never visibly in rut. Augustus was subject to it, but, as he often said, he wasn’t going to let it drive him like a mute—a low joke that still went over the heads of most of the people who heard it. He enjoyed a root, as he called it, but if conditions weren’t favorable, could make do with whiskey for lengthy spells. It was clear that with Jake just back, conditions wouldn’t be too favorable that afternoon, so he repaired to his jug with the neighborly intention of giving Jake an hour or two to whittle down his need before he followed along and tried to interest him in a card game.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
However, Augustus had his way, and “Emporium” went on the sign. He mainly put it in because he wanted visitors to know there was at least one person in Lonesome Dove who knew how to spell important words.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Call ain’t never been my boss,” Augustus said. “It’s no say-so of his when I drink.” Jake looked off across the scrubby pastures. There were tufts of grass here and there, but mostly the ground looked hard as flint. Heat waves were rising off it like fumes off kerosene. Something moved in his line of vision, and for a moment he thought he saw some strange brown animal under a chaparral bush. Looking more closely he saw that it was the old Mexican’s bare backside.“Hell, why’d he take a rope if all he meant to do was shit?” he asked. “Where’d you get the greasy old bastard?” “We’re running a charitable home for retired criminals,” Augustus said. “If you’d just retire you’d qualify.” “Dern, I forgot how ugly this country is,” Jake said. “I guess if there was a market for snake meat, this would be the place to get rich.” With that he put his hat over his face, and within no more than two minutes began a gentle snoring. Augustus returned the jug to the springhouse. It occurred to him that while Jake was napping he might pay a visit to Lorie; once she fell under Jake’s spell he would probably require her to suspend professional activities for a while.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“A nickel wouldn’t be enough,” she said. “I can do without the barbering.” But Augustus was in a mood for discussion. “Say you put two dollars as your low figure,” he said. “That’s for the well- barbered sprout. What would the high figure be, for some big rank waddy who couldn’t even spell? The pint I’m making is that all men ain’t the same, so they shouldn’t be the same price, or am I wrong? Maybe from where you sit all men are the same.” Once she thought about it, Lorena saw his point. All men weren’t quite the same. A few were nice enough that she might notice them, and a goodly few were mean enough that she couldn’t help noticing them, but the majority were neither one nor the other. They were just men, and they left money, not memories. So far it was only the mean ones who had left memories.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Tell them you can't spell.
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