Little pearl s unwonted mood of sentiment lasted no longer ; she laughed , and went capering down the hall , so airily , that old mr . wilson raised a question whether even her tiptoes touched the floor 小珠儿这种不寻常的温情脉脉到此为止，她放声笑着，朝大厅另一头轻捷地蹦跳而去，威尔逊老先生甚至怀疑，她的脚尖是否触到了地板。
Here is a loving portrait of a man who lived for fishing , who had “ the bay of biscay breaking in his eyes ” , who “ spread the black honeycomb of his nets wide on the waters , filled them with the salt sweetness of the sea , lifted them dripping with moonlight and fish 这本书以温情脉脉的笔触描画了一个生而为渔的男子： “比斯开湾闯入他的眼帘” ， “在海面上，他遍撒下黑色蜂窝状渔网，将其浸渍于海水咸津的香甜之中，随后起网，便捕获到满兜的鱼儿连同月光。
