克朗

'Young Jerry,'said Mr. Cruncher, turning to his offspring,'it's a buryin '.'

“ 小杰瑞, ”克朗彻先生转身对他的下一代说, “ 是埋死人呢. ”

Apparently , Mr. Cruncher did , to judge from his looks.

从克朗彻先生的样子后来, 他倒真像是见到了幽灵.

Mr. Cruncher , with the basket, walked at her side.

克朗彻先生拎着篮子走在她身边.

'Yes, Jerry,'repeated Mr. Cruncher, sitting down to tea.

“ 是的, 杰瑞, ”克朗彻先生一边重复她的话, 一边坐下来喝茶.

He recollected Cronshaw's whimsical metaphor of the Persian carpet.

他回忆克朗肖经常谈起的那个波斯地毯的寓言.

" My opinion, miss, " returned Mr. Cruncher, " is as you're right.

“ 我认为你 说 得对, 小姐, ” 克朗彻先生回答.

Mr. Cruncher, with some diffidence, explained himself as meaning'Old Nick's.'

克朗彻先生觉得有点扫兴, 解释说他指的是 “ 老撒旦 ”.

It was a round about the size of a crown piece.

那是一张圆纸片,大小如一克朗的银元.

'I told you I would,'said Mr. Cruncher,'and I did.'

“ 我告诉过你,我会教训你的, ” 克朗彻先生说, “ 我也教训过,你.”

Again Mr. Cruncher nodded his head.

克朗彻先生又点了点头.

Mr. Cruncher reposed under a patchwork counterpane, like a Harlequin at home.

克朗彻先生盖了一床白衲衣图案的花哨被子, 像是呆在家里的丑角.

'I believe it is something of that sort,'said Mr. Cruncher.

“ 我相信是那一类的东西, ” 克朗彻先生说.

" No, miss, " answered Mr. Cruncher.

“ 不绕道, 小姐, ” 克朗彻回答.

Are you capable of forming any plan , my dear good Mr. Cruncher? "

你能出个主意么, 我亲爱的可怜的克朗彻先生? ”

Mr. Cruncher thought it might be best.

克朗彻认为那样会更好.