Bovary was far away. He was walking with great strides along by the wall, near the espalier, and he ground his teeth; he raised to heaven looks of malediction, but not so much as a leaf stirred.

包法利已经走远了。 他挨着果树大步走着，咬牙切齿，抬头望天，露出了诅咒神气，但连一片树叶也有惊动。

Once a kite, hovering over the garden, made a stoop at me, and if I had not resolutely drawn my hanger, and run under a thick espalier, he would have certainly carried me away in his talons.

有一次，一只风筝在花园上空盘旋，突然向我俯，要不是我果断地拔出短剑，并跑到一个浓密棚架躲避，它肯定就会用爪子把我抓走了。