No sounds of murmuring voices or of tears came from behind the closed door of Melanie's bedroom.

从媚兰紧闭的卧室里没有传出什么喁喁私语或嘤嘤啜泣的声音。

Carreen and Suellen, emaciated and white, slept brokenly and awoke to mumble with wide, staring eyes in the tall four-poster bed where they had whispered together in better, happier days.

卡琳和苏伦同样的形容消瘦，面色苍白，她们时睡时醒，醒时便躺在那的四柱，瞪着大眼低声闲聊。在过光景较好的日子里，她们就一起在这喁喁私语惯了。

The room where Suellen and Carreen lay mumbling and tossing on the same bed stank vilely with the smell of the twisted rag burning in a saucer of bacon fat, which provided the only light.

苏伦和卡琳的房间里晚点着的唯一灯光，是在一碟子腊肉油里放根布条做的，因此充满一股很难闻的气味。她俩躺在一，有时辗转反侧，有时喁喁细语。

He was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as they passed, or that twice Percy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries.

他实在太困了。因此当走廊画像的人在他们经过时喁喁私语，指指点点，当珀西两次带领他们穿过暗藏在滑动挡板和垂挂的帷幔后边的门时，他甚至一点儿也没有感到吃惊。