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Suddenly his computer made a loud noise:'BLEEP, BLEEP.'
突然,他的电脑发出一阵很大的噪音: “ 哗,哗, 哗. ”
He was concerned about the recent blear in his vision.
他对他最近的视力模糊感到忧虑.
The man wore a straw boater and a striped blazer which bulged over his paunch.
他戴着顶硬草帽,上身带条纹的运动夹克裹着他的大肚子.
Now he took off the blazer and slung it over his shoulder.
于是他脱下运动衫搭在肩上.
He wore his cleanest slacks, a clean shirt and a navy blazer.
他穿着他最干净的便裤，洁净的衬衫和藏青色上装。
The blatancy of his attempt to whitewash the crime was unforgivable.
他试图掩盖和粉饰其犯罪行为的嚣张气焰是不可原谅的.
...a terrible accident in which his left arm was blasted off by some kind of a bomb...
他的左臂被某种炸弹炸飞的可怕事故
You have just heard his blasphemy!
你刚刚听到他那番亵渎上帝的话了!
His eyes have the blankness of someone half-asleep.
他的眼睛透着茫然，一副半睡半醒的样子。
His brother beat out the flames with a blanket.
他哥哥用毯子把火扑灭了。
He lay in his bunk under a mound of blankest.
他躺在铺上,身上盖着一大堆毯子.
His mind blanked out momentarily.
他一时走神了.
His conduct was blameless.
他的作为是无可非议的.
Blake jumped in expertly; the boat dipped slightly under his weight.
布莱克很熟练地跳上了船，他的重量使小船微微向下沉了沉。
The nasty thing about a blackmailer is that his starting point is usually the truth.
勒索者的可恶之处在于他一开始往往是从事实入手的。
It was, he said later, one of the blackest days of his political career.
后来他说，这是他政治生涯中最黑暗的日子之一。
His bitterest enemy would hardly declare that it was he who was in the wrong.
他最不共戴天的敌人也不能说是他错了.
McGuire took a long swig from his bottle of bitter lemon.
麦圭尔举起瓶子咕咚咕咚地喝了一大通苦柠檬汁。
We'll bisect his trail in sixty seconds. Look for the red paint!
六十秒钟之后我们就会找到他的行踪, 注意找红油漆记号!
He started to nibble his biscuit.
他开始啃饼干了。

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Suddenly his computer made a loud noise:'BLEEP, BLEEP.'

He was concerned about the recent blear in his vision.

The man wore a straw boater and a striped blazer which bulged over his paunch.

Now he took off the blazer and slung it over his shoulder.

He wore his cleanest slacks, a clean shirt and a navy blazer.

The blatancy of his attempt to whitewash the crime was unforgivable.

...a terrible accident in which his left arm was blasted off by some kind of a bomb...

You have just heard his blasphemy!

His eyes have the blankness of someone half-asleep.

His brother beat out the flames with a blanket.

He lay in his bunk under a mound of blankest.

His mind blanked out momentarily.

His conduct was blameless.

Blake jumped in expertly; the boat dipped slightly under his weight.

The nasty thing about a blackmailer is that his starting point is usually the truth.

It was, he said later, one of the blackest days of his political career.

His bitterest enemy would hardly declare that it was he who was in the wrong.

McGuire took a long swig from his bottle of bitter lemon.

We'll bisect his trail in sixty seconds. Look for the red paint!

He started to nibble his biscuit.