I have looked in her face with solemn awe, when she would point up to the stars in the evening, and say to me, 'See there, Auguste! 哈丽叶特·比切·斯托.汤姆叔叔的小屋.
But this is a serious subject, my boy, Auguste, said Miss Ophelia, laying her hand on his forehead. 哈丽叶特·比切·斯托.汤姆叔叔的小屋.
I tell you, Auguste, won't she make some hearts ache, one of these days? 哈丽叶特·比切·斯托.汤姆叔叔的小屋.