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Eddie was a short squat fellow in his forties with thinning hair.
埃迪四十多岁，矮矮胖胖的，头发日渐稀疏。
He squatted, grunting at the pain in his knees...
他蹲在那儿，双膝的伤痛得他直哼哼。
Pantelaras was giving his art collection away for nothing, to spite Marie and her husband.
潘特拉拉斯将自己的艺术藏品全都无偿捐了出去，存心要激怒玛丽和她的丈夫。
She'd seen his moods range across the emotional spectrum...
她见识过他的情绪波动会有多大。
His manual dexterity and fine spatial skills were wasted on routine tasks.
他灵巧的动手能力和杰出的空间识别能力都浪费在日常事务上了。
Roy told his sorrowful tale with simple words anybody could understand.
罗伊用简单的、人人都能理解的语言讲述了他那个伤感的故事。
His father's face looked suddenly soft and sorrowful...
他父亲的面容忽然温和起来，充满了忧伤。
...his attempt to solidify his position as chairman...
他为巩固自己的主席地位所作的努力
His party's policy has softened a lot in recent years...
他所在的政党近些年的政策已经变得温和多了。
Winterton has never had a sniff of a government job in his entire twenty-one years in parliament.
在国会的整整21年里，温特顿没有得到过任何在政府里工作的机会。
His teeth clicked as he snapped at my ankle...
它猛地朝我的脚脖子咬下去，牙齿还咔咔直响。
He snapped his fingers, and Wilson produced a sheet of paper...
他打了个响指，威尔逊便递过一张纸来。
He snapped the cap on his ballpoint...
他吧嗒一声把笔帽扣在了圆珠笔上。
He shifted his weight and a twig snapped...
他挪了一下身体的重心，一根树枝咔嚓一声断了。
He smashed his fist into Anthony's face.
他一拳打在了安东尼脸上。
Soldiers smashed their way into his office.
士兵冲进了他的办公室。
He roused Charles from his slumbers.
他把查尔斯从睡梦中叫醒。
He published only three slim volumes of verse in his short life.
在他短暂的一生里，他只出版过 3 卷薄薄的诗集。
His hotel is situated in one of the loveliest places on the Loire...
他下榻的旅馆位于卢瓦河畔最漂亮的地方之一。
He depicts her as a siren who has drawn him to his ruin.
他把她描述成是红颜祸水——就是她毁掉了自己。

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Eddie was a short squat fellow in his forties with thinning hair.

He squatted, grunting at the pain in his knees...

Pantelaras was giving his art collection away for nothing, to spite Marie and her husband.

She'd seen his moods range across the emotional spectrum...

His manual dexterity and fine spatial skills were wasted on routine tasks.

Roy told his sorrowful tale with simple words anybody could understand.

His father's face looked suddenly soft and sorrowful...

...his attempt to solidify his position as chairman...

His party's policy has softened a lot in recent years...

Winterton has never had a sniff of a government job in his entire twenty-one years in parliament.

His teeth clicked as he snapped at my ankle...

He snapped his fingers, and Wilson produced a sheet of paper...

He snapped the cap on his ballpoint...

He shifted his weight and a twig snapped...

He smashed his fist into Anthony's face.

Soldiers smashed their way into his office.

He roused Charles from his slumbers.

He published only three slim volumes of verse in his short life.

His hotel is situated in one of the loveliest places on the Loire...

He depicts her as a siren who has drawn him to his ruin.