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，羁绊我双脚，奔波跋涉，砾石将心，空荡无人街道，熟悉清晰，没有尽头，孤独中云山雾罩。

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

“我很好，谢谢！”洛哈特热情洋溢地说，从兜里孔雀羽毛笔。

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.

他又咳了声， 在床上打了个滚， 狠狠地打了个哈欠， 伸手去拿床头柜上包了香烟。

Her knees are abraded, rug burns on her back.

她膝盖了 背上有毯状烧伤。

The elders winced as they padded across on paws raw from the damp tunnel.

当长老们用从潮湿隧道中爪子走过来时，他们皱起了眉头。

In a small budget film, he played a badly-off and homeless person wearing worn-out shoes and messy clothes.

在部小预算电影里，他穿着鞋子和脏兮兮衣服，扮演了名贫穷又无家可归人。