A fine sight, the grand house in flames, and the madman's wife smouldering away to cinders. 查尔斯·狄更斯.匹克威克外传.
But what would a volcano leave of an American city, if it once rained its cinders on it? 马克·吐温.傻子出国记.
Been high and low, on the chance of finding some hope of saving any cinders from the fire. 查尔斯·狄更斯.小杜丽.
And having got to do it whether or no, I can't afford to waste my time on groping for nothing in cinders. 查尔斯·狄更斯.我们共同的朋友.
But the principle always failed us by some curious fatality, and we never could hit any medium between redness and cinders. 查尔斯·狄更斯.大卫·科波菲尔.
The girls and the man lay with their faces upon their arms, as if they had tried to shield them from the enveloping cinders. 马克·吐温.傻子出国记.
When that half-burnt log and those cinders were alight she was alive! 托马斯·哈代.还乡.
So he raked together the yet warm cinders in the rusty grate, and made a fire, and trimmed the candle on the little counter. 查尔斯·狄更斯.我们共同的朋友.
What does worry me, pursued Maurice meditatively, is all this war going on for what may turn out to be nothing but a heap of cinders. 弗格斯·休姆.奇幻岛.
The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future. 伊迪丝·华顿.纯真年代.
They could hear him at his peculiar trot, crushing the loose cinders as he went. 查尔斯·狄更斯.我们共同的朋友.