Before long, microcolonies arise, clusters of cells sheathed in this slimy, glue-like material.

不久后小菌落形成了成群细胞，在这种黏滑、胶状小菌落里生活。

" Lord Tywin" ? Brienne sheathed her blade.

" 泰温大人？" 布蕾妮收剑入鞘。

She sheathed her sword. " Why did you charge" ?

她还剑入鞘。" 你干吗往前冲？"

The cutting edge is sheathed in keratin, the same substance that forms a cat's claw.

锋利端盖角质层，猫科动物爪子也是由同种物质构成。

" Lord Janos" . Jon sheathed his sword. " I am giving you command of Greyguard" .

" 杰诺斯大人，" 琼恩收起剑。" 我任命你为灰卫堡指挥官。"

Jon sheathed the dagger. " I'll do it" . He wanted to hear what they were saying.

琼恩收起匕首。" 还是我来吧。" 他正想借机听听他们谈话。

Mysterious snowy white ice worlds, sheathing the top and bottom of the red planet.

神秘白色冰雪世界，盖在红色星球顶部和底部。

" Sheathe your sword, Corbray, " Young Lord Hunter echoed. " You shame us all with this" .

" 收剑，科布瑞，" 小杭特伯爵应和，" 你行为让大家蒙羞。"

The gendarme sheathed his sword and stood aside.

宪兵收剑入鞘， 站在一旁。

Gurney sheathed his binoculars, knowing the others had seen the signal.

格尼收起他双筒望远镜，知道其他人已经看到了信号。

He sheathed his shears and shaved his face for her.

他把大剪刀插入鞘并为她而刮脸。

Both the Duke and his son carried knives in wrist sheathes and the sheathes appeared well worn.

公爵和他儿子都在手腕护套携带刀具，而且护套看起来已经破旧不堪。

Clegane's eyes turned toward the distant fires. " All this burning" . He sheathed his sword. " Only cowards fight with fire" .

克里冈转头望向远处火焰。" 火，" 他还剑入鞘。" 火是懦夫武器。"

Idaho slipped the sheathed knife beneath his tunic.

艾达荷把带鞘刀塞进他外衣下。

Sheathing his dirk, he wrenched Longclaw free from the body of the man he'd killed. " You are my captive, Ygritte" .

琼恩收刀入鞘，从被他杀死男人体内拔出长爪。" 你是我俘虏了，耶哥蕊特。"

She had been sheathing her crysknife.

她一直在收起她 crysknife。

If it is your custom that this knife remain sheathed here, then it is so ordered—by me.

如果你习惯是把这把刀留在这儿，那么它就是这样命令——是我命令。

He liked the prevalent mood in which feelings were sheathed in thoughts, and thoughts softened into felicity by their transference into language.

他喜欢这种普遍情绪，在这种情绪，感情被思想所包裹，思想通过转化为语言而变得柔和而幸福。

And the people fell upon their knees in awe, and the nobles sheathed their swords and did homage, and the Bishop's face grew pale, and his hands trembled.

百姓们敬畏地跪下身来，贵族们收回宝剑并向少年国王行礼，主教大人脸色变得苍白，双手颤抖不已。

Abashed, Robb sheathed his sword, suddenly a child again. Catelyn said to Ser Rodrik, " I see my son is wearing steel now. "

罗柏羞愧地照办，刹那间又显得孩子气。凯特琳对罗德利克爵士说：" 看来我儿已经开始佩戴武器。"