" I'm very well indeed, thank you! " said Lockhart exuberantly, palling a rather battered peacock-feather quill from his pocket.

“我很，！”洛哈特热情洋溢地说，从兜里掏出一根磨破的孔雀羽毛笔。

Her knees are abraded, rug burns on her back.

她的膝盖磨破了 背上有毯状烧伤。

Me, whom the city holds, whose feet have worn its stony highways, Familiar with its loneliest street, Its ways were never my ways.

城市呵，羁绊我的双脚，波跋涉，砾石将心磨破，空荡无人的街道，熟悉清晰，没有尽头，孤独中云山雾罩。

He coughed again and rolled his buttocks on the bed and yawned bitterly and reached sideways for a frayed pack of cigarettes on the night table.

他又咳了一声， 在床上打了个滚， 狠狠地打了个哈， 手去拿床头柜上一包磨破了的香烟。

And grandma put her hand, with the black thread glove that was worn through on her ring finger, against his cheek, and she sobbed, " God bless you, my own brave son" !

外婆用无名指上磨破的黑线手套的手，贴在他的脸颊上，抽泣着说：“上帝保佑你，我勇敢的儿子！”