The young woman stood there silent and tearless.

几天后，他还向她那么地说：“那只戒指是宝贝，我给你是要你传给秋宝的，谁知你一下就拿去当了！

Anne had gathered them and brought them to him, her anguished, tearless eyes burning in her white face.

安妮把它们收集给他，她那痛苦的、没有泪水的眼睛她苍白的脸上燃烧着。

That moment has left memories buried in my soul which never again will reappear upon its surface and leave me tearless.

那一刻留下的记忆埋藏我的灵魂中，再也不会浮出水面，让我流泪。

Then came deep, heavy, tearless sobs; and he saw Montanelli wring his hands together like a man in bodily pain.

然后是深沉、沉重、无泪的抽泣声；他看到蒙泰尼里双手绞一，就像一个身体疼痛的人。

With a brutal kick the man sent her sprawling upon her face, where she lay quite still, tearless but trembling.

男人狠狠地踢了她一脚， 让她趴地上， 一动不动地躺那里， 没有泪水，却抖。

And Melanie, bursting into tears of self-condemnation, fled the room, leaving Scarlett to a tearless bed, with wounded pride, disillusionment and jealousy for bedfellows.

不知怎样发泄才好。

She stood silent for a little, and he could see her lips tremble and her tearless eyes burn with a feverish lustre.

她静静地站了一会儿， 他可以看到她的嘴抖， 没有泪水的眼睛燃烧着狂热的光彩。

Marilla's impassioned grief, breaking all the bounds of natural reserve and lifelong habit in its stormy rush, she could comprehend better than Anne's tearless agony.

玛丽拉的悲痛，暴风骤雨般的冲击中打破了自然保护区和终生习惯的所有界限，她比安妮流泪的痛苦更能理解。

He noted how white his wife's face looked in the deepening darkness. He laid his arms upon the table's edge and dropped his face into them, tearless and very sleepy.

他注意到妻子的脸黑暗中显得如此苍白。他把胳膊放桌子边上，让脸埋里面，没有眼泪，但感到非常困倦。

When Will had ceased to speak she had become an image of sickened misery: her lips were pale, and her eyes had a tearless dismay in them.

当威尔停止说话时， 她变成了一个病态痛苦的形象：她的嘴是苍白的， 她的眼睛里没有泪水的沮丧。

Margaret had remained in the same state; white, motionless, speechless, tearless. They had told her that her aunt Shaw was coming; but she had not expressed either surprise or pleasure, or dislike to the idea.

玛格丽特一直保持着同样的状态。白色，一动不动，无言，无泪。他们告诉她，她的肖姨妈要了。但她既没有表示惊讶，也没有高兴，也没有表示不喜欢这个想法。

By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to be silent, and to look at her with a tearless face of stone.

茜茜这一刻的所有痛苦中倾诉，恳切地重复着这种恳求，终于让她安静下，用一张没有泪水的石头脸看着她。

I gazed on it with gloom and pain: nothing soft, nothing sweet, nothing pitying, or hopeful, or subduing did it inspire; only a grating anguish for her woes—not my loss—and a sombre tearless dismay at the fearfulness of death in such a form.

我忧郁而痛苦地注视着它：它没有激发任何柔软、甜美、怜悯、希望或屈服的感觉； 只是因为她的不幸而感到刺耳的痛苦——而不是我的损失——以及对以这种形式死亡的可怕性的忧郁的无泪的沮丧。