Put down the etchings and go away, he said. 威尔基·柯林斯.白衣女人.
Come and look at these sweet etchings. 威尔基·柯林斯.白衣女人.
His talk was to the same purpose as usual--all about himself and his ailments, his wonderful coins, and his matchless Rembrandt etchings. 威尔基·柯林斯.白衣女人.
Louis, said Mr. Fairlie, show Mr. Gilmore out, and then come back and hold up my etchings for me again. 威尔基·柯林斯.白衣女人.
He might have been a man half an hour ago, before I wanted my etchings, and he may be a man half an hour hence, when I don't want them any longer. 威尔基·柯林斯.白衣女人.
Not the one with the green back--that contains my Rembrandt etchings, Mr. Hartright. 威尔基·柯林斯.白衣女人.