Mrs. Bagnet, with anguish, beholds one of them at a standstill before the fire and beginning to burn. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.
The clear, cold sunshine glances into the brittle woods and approvingly beholds the sharp wind scattering the leaves and drying the moss. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.