There were purple patches on his sunken, veined cheeks, his jowls were aquiver and his thin grey hair dishevelled; he had obviously run here.
他那塌陷、脉络纵横面颊涨得紫红,下巴上垂肉抖个不停,稀疏花白头发乱糟糟。显然他是一路跑来。
For a moment he silently scrutinised the attentive group out of his filmy blue eyes overhung by old veined lids;then he gave his moustache a thoughtful twist, and said simply: " I didn't think the Mingotts would have tried it on."
有那么一会儿,他用布满青筋眼睑垂下薄膜般蓝眼睛静静地审视着这群专注人;然后他若有所思地捻了一下胡子,简单地说:“我认为明戈特一家不会试穿。”