Crawling, guv'ner, again a wall-- True, Phil--shouldering your way on-- In a night-cap! 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.
You were always driving and riving and shouldering and passing, to that restless degree that I had no chance for my life but in rust and repose. 查尔斯·狄更斯.双城记.