He's a beautiful man, a beautiful man from Utah.

美男，来自犹州的美男子。

'St John is a handsome man, tall and fair, with blue eyes.'

“圣约美男子，子高高的，金发碧眼。”

And besides, I've got five pounds on ManOhMan at eight to one.

而且我押了五镑在美男子身上 8比1的赔率。

These last were discussing the stranger; they both called him " a beautiful man" .

最后这些人在讨论那陌生人；们都称为“美男子”。

Lots of attractive men in the snow.

冰天雪地里的一群美男子。

I mean, come on, look at you. You're classically handsome, you've got a swimmer's body. Next to you, I look like me.

我说，瞧瞧你，典型美男子，还拥有游泳健将的身材，在你身旁，我就被打回原形了。

Elizabeth related to Jane the next day what had passed between Mr. Wickham and herself .

第二天，伊丽莎白把韦先生跟她自己说的那些话全告诉了吉英。吉英听得又惊奇又关心。她简直不能信，达西先生会这样地不值得彬格莱先生器重，可，象韦这样一青年美男子，她实在无从怀疑说话不诚实。

There I meet a smiling, gray, sporty man like Johnny Carson who shakes my hand and tells me what a fine girl I have.

屋里有许多人，其中一身材高大威武，满面微笑，有点像著名电视节目主持人约尼。卡森的美男子迎上来和我握手，并对我说我养了好女儿。

Robbins, fifty, something of an overweight beau, and addicted to first nights and hotel palm-rooms, pretended to be envious of his partner's commuter's joys.

罗宾斯，五十岁，有点超重的美男子，沉迷于初夜和酒店棕榈房，假装羡慕伴侣的通勤乐趣。

There was also a fine-looking man, Fedorff, who, in company with a gang of which he was the leader, had killed and robbed an old official.

还有一美男子费多，伙同为首的一伙人，杀劫了一老官员。

" Violet? " Strong hands catch my elbows to steady me, and I look up into a pair of familiar, striking brown eyes, flared wide in obvious shock.

“维奥莱特？ ” 一双有力的手抓住我的肘部稳住我， 我抬头望进一对熟悉而引人注目的棕色眼睛， 那双眼睛因明显的震惊而睁得大大的。我感到一阵释然， 试图微笑，但可能笑得像一扭曲的鬼脸。 似乎比去年夏天更高了， 下巴上新添的胡须，身材也更加健硕， 让我不禁眨眼… … 也许我的视线边缘变得模糊了。 那曾在我无数幻想中出现的美丽随和的笑容， 此刻却远非紧抿嘴唇的皱眉所能比拟， 整人似乎都变得… … 更加坚毅，但这很适合。 的下巴线条， 眉头紧锁的样子， 甚至在我试图找回平衡时触碰到的二头肌都显得那么刚硬。 在过去的一年里， 戴恩·埃托斯从有魅力又可爱， 蜕变成了令人惊艳的美男子。

" Oh! no, that is clear enough. One can guess what will happen there. He is always with them; half lives in the family, I believe. What a very good-looking man" !

" 唔！ 不讨厌，那明摆着的。 人们可以猜想俩会出现什么情况。 总和她们在一起，我想有一半时间住在她们家里。 好一美男子！"

" Jacob, bring a bottle! " shouted the host, a tall, handsome fellow who stood in the midst of the group, without a coat, and with his fine linen shirt unfastened in front.

“雅可，拿瓶酒来，雅可！”主人阿纳托里喊道，身材修长的美男子，只穿一件薄衬衫，敞着胸，站在人群中间。

Now that the pressure was removed, the odds and ends, so trifling separately, so brilliant in combination, which had made up the being of the Beau, fell asunder and revealed what lay beneath.

现在压力消除了，那些曾经构成美男子存在的那些单独来看微不足道的，组合起来又那么辉煌的零碎东西，都分崩离析了，露出了下面的东西。