JUNE 16. 6月16日。 “Why do I not write to you?” You lay claim to learning, and ask such a question. “为什么我不写信给你?” 你声称自己很有学问,然后问这样的问题。 — You should have guessed that I am well – t...
At midnight the cafe was crowded. — 午夜时分,咖啡馆里人山人海。 — By some chance the little table at which I sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their a...
GRANDFATHER met me in the yard; he was on his knees, chopping a wedgewith a hatchet. — 爷爷在院子里遇见了我;他跪在地上,用斧头砍着一个楔子。 — He raised the ax as if he were going to throw it at my head...
MATTHEW Cuthbert and the sorrel mare jogged comfortably over the eight miles to Bright River. It was a pretty road, running along between snug farmsteads, with now and again a bit ...