“Please, Sir, I want some more.” Oliver, asking the cook at the workhouse for more gruel.
“请，先生，我想再要一些。”奥利弗，要求库克在济贫更多稀饭
2.“Good-bye dear! God bless you!”’ …Dick told Oliver on his way to London, which warmed Oliver’s heart and gave him courage.
“再见，亲爱的！上帝保佑你！“……迪克跟奥利弗去伦敦的路上，这温暖奥利弗的心，给了他勇气。
3. “As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture above Oliver’s head; and then to the boy’s face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for an instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy” …from the moment when Mr. Bumble realizes who Oliver is.
“他说，他指出，连忙向奥利弗头上的图像；然后对男孩的脸。人们生活的副本。眼睛，头，口；每一个功能是相同的。的表达，一瞬间，所以准确而言，该行似乎细微复制以惊人的准确度”……从当先生奥利弗是谁犯错了。 Sometimes, a kind of music, a secluded place of the water, the fragrance of a flower, even the mention of a familiar word, suddenly aroused some vague memories, reminiscent of some life there had not been the scene, they would like a breeze to scatter, as if suddenly wake up to a long parting, happy memories, but the memories alone is contemplating couldn't remember the.
有的时候，一支亲切的乐曲，一处幽静地方的潺潺水声，一朵花的芳香，甚而只是说出一个熟悉的字眼，会突然唤起一些模糊的记忆，令人想起一些今生不曾出现过的场景，它们会像微风一样飘散，仿佛刹那间唤醒了对某种久已别离的、比较快乐的往事，而这种回忆单靠冥思苦想是怎么也想不起来的。
Crying is our God given human nature, but how many people have such a small age will cause in the presence of God poured out tears so reluctantly. It was a cold, gloomy night. In the child's eyes, the stars seem farther from the ground than they see. The wind did not play, the dim shadows cast on the ground, silent, sullen look.
哭是上帝赋予我们的天性——但又有多少人小小年纪就会有如此的理由在上帝面前勉强倾洒出这般泪水。 这是一个寒冷的阴沉的夜晚。在孩子的眼里，星星距离地面也似乎比看到的更过遥远。风未起，昏暗的树影投射在地面上，寂静无声，显得阴气沉沉。
All this, and the countless eyes and smiles, countless thoughts and words, I'd like to record.
这一切，以及那数不清的眼神与微笑，数不清的思想和言语，我都想一一记录下来
“请，先生，我想再要一些。”奥利弗，要求库克在济贫更多稀饭
2.“Good-bye dear! God bless you!”’ …Dick told Oliver on his way to London, which warmed Oliver’s heart and gave him courage.
“再见，亲爱的！上帝保佑你！“……迪克跟奥利弗去伦敦的路上，这温暖奥利弗的心，给了他勇气。
3. “As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture above Oliver’s head; and then to the boy’s face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for an instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy” …from the moment when Mr. Bumble realizes who Oliver is.
“他说，他指出，连忙向奥利弗头上的图像；然后对男孩的脸。人们生活的副本。眼睛，头，口；每一个功能是相同的。的表达，一瞬间，所以准确而言，该行似乎细微复制以惊人的准确度”……从当先生奥利弗是谁犯错了。 Sometimes, a kind of music, a secluded place of the water, the fragrance of a flower, even the mention of a familiar word, suddenly aroused some vague memories, reminiscent of some life there had not been the scene, they would like a breeze to scatter, as if suddenly wake up to a long parting, happy memories, but the memories alone is contemplating couldn't remember the.
有的时候，一支亲切的乐曲，一处幽静地方的潺潺水声，一朵花的芳香，甚而只是说出一个熟悉的字眼，会突然唤起一些模糊的记忆，令人想起一些今生不曾出现过的场景，它们会像微风一样飘散，仿佛刹那间唤醒了对某种久已别离的、比较快乐的往事，而这种回忆单靠冥思苦想是怎么也想不起来的。
Crying is our God given human nature, but how many people have such a small age will cause in the presence of God poured out tears so reluctantly. It was a cold, gloomy night. In the child's eyes, the stars seem farther from the ground than they see. The wind did not play, the dim shadows cast on the ground, silent, sullen look.
哭是上帝赋予我们的天性——但又有多少人小小年纪就会有如此的理由在上帝面前勉强倾洒出这般泪水。 这是一个寒冷的阴沉的夜晚。在孩子的眼里，星星距离地面也似乎比看到的更过遥远。风未起，昏暗的树影投射在地面上，寂静无声，显得阴气沉沉。
All this, and the countless eyes and smiles, countless thoughts and words, I'd like to record.
这一切，以及那数不清的眼神与微笑，数不清的思想和言语，我都想一一记录下来
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