词汇：wonder
n. 惊奇；奇迹；惊愕v. 想知道;琢磨;想弄明白;感到诧异;非常惊讶;礼貌地提问或请人做事时说; n. 奇迹;奇观;惊奇;惊讶;奇事;惊叹;惊异;奇妙之处;奇才;能人;有特效的东西;
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- “Why Texas beats me,” Soupy said. “I always heard he was from Tennessee.” “I wonder what he’d have to say about being dead?” Needle said. “Gus always had something to say about everything.” Po Campo began to jingle his tambourine lightly, and the Irishman whistled sadly.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I do,” Call said. “You got a good head, if you’d use it. A man with a good head can be useful.” “Doing what, braiding ropes?” Augustus asked. “Not my style, Captain.” “Your goddamn style is your downfall, and it’s a wonder it didn’t come sooner. Any special funeral?” “Yes, I’ve been thinking of that,” Augustus said. “I’ve a big favor to ask you, and one more to do you.” “What favor?” “The favor I want from you will be my favor to you,” Augustus said. “I want to be buried in Clara’s orchard.” “In Nebraska?” Call asked, surprised. “I didn’t see no orchard.” Augustus chuckled. “Not in Nebraska,” he said. “In Texas. By that little grove of live oaks on the south Guadalupe.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “It ain’t complicated,” Augustus maintained. “Most men doubt their own abilities. You don’t. It’s no wonder they want to keep you around. It keeps them from having to worry about failure all the time.” “They ain’t failures, most of them,” Call pointed out. “They can do perfectly well for themselves.” Augustus chuckled. “You work too hard,” he said. “It puts most men to shame. They figure out they can’t keep up, and it’sjust a step or two from that to feeling that they can’t do nothing much unless you’re around to get them started.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Pea, you ain’t got your grip on the point,” Augustus said. “I just wanted to chase a buffalo once more. I won’t have the chance much longer, and nobody else will either, because there won’t be no buffalo to chase. It’s a grand sport too.” “Them bulls can hook you,” Pea Eye reminded him. “Remember old Barlow? A buffalo bull hooked his horse and the horse fell on Barlow and broke his hip.” “Barlow was a slow thinker,” Augustus observed. “He just loped along and got hooked.” “A slow walker, too, once his hip got broke,” Pea Eye said. “I wonder what happened to Barlow.” “I think he migrated to Seguin, or somewhere over in there,” Augustus said. “Married a fat widow and had a passel of offspring. You ought to have done the same, but here you are in Montana.” “Well, I’d hate not to be a bachelor,” Pea Eye said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Augustus and Pea Eye passed him nearly a mile from camp. “Po, you’re a rambler,” Augustus said. “What do you expect to find on this old plain?” “Wild onions,” Po Campo said. “I’d like an onion.” “I’d like a jug of bourbon whiskey, myself,” Augustus said. “I wonder which one of us will get his wish.” “Adios,” Po Campo said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- But he had a son now, a baby he saw every day at supper and breakfast. His son was the darling of the ranch. The women and girls passed Martin around as if he belonged to them all; Lorena had developed a rapport with him and took the main responsibility for him when Clara was off with the horses. The baby was happy, and no wonder, with two women and twogirls to spoil him. July could hardly imagine what the women would do if he tried to take the baby and raise him in Arkansas. Anyway, such a plan was not feasible.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- It would have been so much better to stay where they had lived, by the old river. Deets felt a longing to be back, to sit in the corrals at night and wonder about the moon. Many a time he had dozed off, wondering about the moon, whether the Indians had managed to get on it. Sometimes he dreamed he was on it himself—a foolish dream. But the thought made him sleepy, and with one more look of regret at the dead boy who hadn’t understood that he meant no harm, he carefully lay down on his side. Mr. Gus knelt beside him. For a moment Deets thought he was going to try to pull the lance out, but all he did was steady it so the handle wouldn’t quiver.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- All during the night and the next day, cattle straggled into the river, some of them cattle Call had supposed would merely become carcasses, rotting on the trail. Yet a day on the water worked wonders for them. Augustus and Dish made counts, once the stragglers stopped coming, and it appeared they had only lost six head.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Newt, we’ve enjoyed having you,” Clara said. “I want you to know that if Montana don’t suit you, you can just head back here. I’ll give you all the work you can stand.” “I’d like to,” Newt said. He meant it. Since meeting the girls and seeing the ranch, he had begun to wonder why they were taking the herd so far. It seemed to him Nebraska had plenty of room.For most of the trip Newt had supposed that nothing could be better than being allowed to be a cowboy, but now that they had got to Nebraska, his thinking was changing. Between the Buffalo Heifer and the other whores in Ogallala and Clara’s spirited daughters, he had begun to see that a world with women in it could be even more interesting. The taste he had of that world seemed all too brief. Though he had been more or less scared of Clara all day, and was still a little scared of her, there was something powerfully appealing about her, too.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Why don’t you tell that boy who his pa is?” Clara said. “I’d do it, if he was around here long. He should know who his pa is. He’s got to wonder.” “I always thought Call would work up to it, eventually,” Augustus said. “I still think so.” “I don’t,” Clara said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Well, I had two sweet ones, though,” Clara said. “My last one, Johnny, was the sweetest. I ain’t been the same since that child died. It’s a wonder the girls aren’t worse-behaved than they are. I don’t consider that I’ve ever had the proper feeling for them. It went out of me that winter I lost Jeff and Johnny.” They walked in silence for a while.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Clara just smiled, her old beguiling smile. “I’m honest,” she said. “To most men, that’s sassy.” “Well, it might interest you to know that Lorie started this trip with your old friend Jake Spoon,” Augustus said. “He was his usual careless self and let her get kidnapped by a real rough man.”“Oh, so you rescued her?” Clara said. “No wonder she worships you. What happened to Jake?” “He met a bad end,” Augustus said. “We hung him. He was with a gang of murderers.” Clara didn’t flinch at the news. She heard the girls coming back down the stairs. Lorena was carrying the baby. Clara stood up so Lorena could sit. The baby’s eyes followed her.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “It’s mainly Martin that I wanted,” she continued. “As life goes on I got less and less use for grown men.” Lorena smiled in spite of herself. There was something amusing about the sassy way Clara talked. It was no wonder Gus admired her, for he liked to talk a lot himself.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Something about the men coming from the north struck a key in her memory, but struck it so weakly that she only paused for a moment to wonder who it could be. She finished her task and then washed her face, for the dust was blowing and she had gotten gritty coming back from the lots. It was the kind of dust that seemed to sift through your clothes. She contemplated changing blouses, but if she did that, the next thing she knew she would be taking baths in the morning and changing clothes three times a day like a fine lady, and she didn’t have that many clothes, or consider herself that fine. So she made do with a face wash and forgot about the riders. July and Cholo were both working the lots and would no doubt notice them too. Probably it was just a few Army men wanting to buy horses. Red Cloud was harrying them hard, and every week two or three Army men would show up wanting horses.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Oh, you’ve got a nigger for a scout,” Dixon said. “No wonder you’re lost.” “We ain’t lost,” Call said, annoyed suddenly, “and that black man could track you across the coals of hell.” “And bring you back on a pitchfork, if we asked him to,” Augustus added.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “By God, I wonder which way town is,” Soupy said. “I’m ready to go.” Call knew the men were boiling to get to town. Though he had brought happy news, Deets himself seemed subdued. He had not been himself since Jake’s hanging.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Ain’t they great birds?” she said quietly. “I wonder which I’d miss most, them or the horses, if I was to move away.” July didn’t suppose she would move away. She seemed so much of the place that it didn’t seem likely.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “No,” Cholo said. “She is better.” “Bob taught me,” Clara said. “We didn’t have any help when we first came here. I wasn’t strong enough to hold the horses so I got stuck with the messier job.” They gelded fifteen young horses and left them in the pen where they could be watched. July had stopped feeling weak, but even so it was a wonder to him how hard Clara and the old man worked. They didn’t stop to rest until the job was done, by which time they were all soaked with sweat. Clara splashed water out of the horse trough to wash her hands and forearms, and immediately started for the house.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Well, Martin, your pa showed up,” she said, grinning at the baby. “It’s a good thing we got a house right on the road. I wonder what your pa will think of us When he gets his wits together.” The baby waved a hand in the warm air. Down at the lots, the girls were watching Cholo work with a two-year-old filly.
“好吧，马丁，你爸爸来了，”她说，冲着婴儿咧嘴一笑。“幸好我们在路上有一栋房子。我想知道你爸爸等他恢复理智后会怎么想我们。”婴儿在温暖的空气中挥手。在停车场，女孩们正在看乔洛和一匹两岁的小母马一起工作。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- Five days after the snake bit him, July saddled up and rode across the Republican River. Since leaving Dodge he had not seen one person. He worried about Indians—wounded as he was, he would have been easy prey—and yet finally he grew so lonesome that he would have been glad to see an Indian or two. He began to wonder if there were any people at all in the north.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Thin milk, Clara thought—and no wonder, for the woman probably hadn’t eaten a decent meal in months. She refused to look at the baby, even when it took her breast. Clara had to hold it and encourage it, rubbing its little lips with milk.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I wonder if them soddies will get that roof fixed before the next rain?” Dan Suggs said. “If they had had a little more cash, Frog might have left them alone.” Frog Lip didn’t comment.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I wonder why he shot the turkey,” Zwey said. “It was done dead.” “He didn’t shoot the turkey, he missed you,” Elmira suggested.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- risingLONG BEFORE THEY STRUCK the Republican River, Elmira had begun to wonder if any of it was worth it. For two weeks, when they were on the open plain, it rained, hailed, lightning flashed. Everything she owned was wet, and she didn’t like feeling like a muskrat, though it didn’t bother Luke and Zwey. It was cold at night. She slept on wet blankets in the hard wagon and woke up feeling more tired than when she lay down. The plains turned soggy and the wagon bogged time after time. The hides smelled and the food was chancy. The wagon was rough, even when the going was good. She bounced around all day and felt sick to her stomach. If she lost the baby in such a place, she felt she would probably die.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “How do you know it’s him?” Bert wanted to know. “He’s too far. It could be an Indian chief for all you know.” “I guess I know Gus,” Pea said. “I wonder where he’s been.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇