Houses, gates, churches, haystacks, objects of every kind they shot by, with a velocity and noise like roaring waters suddenly let loose. 查尔斯·狄更斯.匹克威克外传.
Many solitary figures he perceives creeping through the streets; many solitary figures out on heaths, and roads, and lying under haystacks. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.