His first thought was that the man facing him from the hearth-rug was the very Duncan Vyse of old: small, starved, bleached-looking, with the same sidelong movements, the same queer air of anaemic truculence.
的第一个想法是, 从壁炉前的地毯上面对
的那个人就是当年的邓肯·维斯:身材矮小、饥肠辘辘、面色苍白, 同样侧着身子运动, 同样散发着贫血好斗的古怪气息。