" 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，从兜里掏出一根磨破孔雀羽毛笔。

Her knees are abraded, rug burns on her back.

她膝盖磨破了 背上有毯状烧伤。

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，，砾石将心磨破，空荡无人街道，熟悉清晰，没有尽头，孤独中云山雾罩。

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.

他又咳了一声， 在床上打了个滚， 狠狠地打了个哈欠， 伸手去拿床头柜上一包磨破了香烟。

And grandma put her hand, with the black thread glove that was worn through on her ring finger, against his cheek, and she sobbed, " God bless you, my own brave son" !

外婆用无名指上磨破黑线手套手，贴在他脸颊上，抽泣着说：“上帝保佑你，我勇敢儿子！”