Time, however, overgrew this softness with the rough bark of manhood, and but few knew how living and fresh it still lay at the core. 哈丽叶特·比切·斯托.汤姆叔叔的小屋.
It showed no variation but of tint: green, where rush and moss overgrew the marshes; black, where the dry soil bore only heath. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.简·爱.