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“Never mix cards and whisky unless you were weaned on Irish poteen,” Gerald told Pork gravely the same evening, as Pork assisted him to bed. And the valet, who had begun to attempt a brogue out of admiration for his new master, made requisite answer in a combination of Geechee and County Meath that would have puzzled anyone except those two alone.
“千万不要把玩牌和威士忌混为一谈，除非你早就戒酒了，"当天晚上波克服侍杰拉尔德上床睡觉时，杰拉尔德严肃地对他这样说，这位管家由于崇拜主人正开始在学习一种土腔，便用一种基希和米思郡的混合腔调作了必要的回答，当然这种腔调只有他们两个人理解，别人听来是莫名其妙的。
The muddy Flint River, running silently between walls of pine and water oak covered with tangled vines, wrapped about Gerald’s new land like a curving arm and embraced it on two sides.
浑浊的弗林特河在一排排松树和爬满藤萝的水橡树中间悄悄地流着，像一条弯屈的胳臂走过杰拉尔德的那片新地，从两侧环抱着它。
To Gerald, standing on the small knoll where the house had been, this tall barrier of green was as visible and pleasing an evidence of ownership as though it were a fence that he himself had built to mark his own.
杰拉尔德站在那个原来有的房子的小小圆丘上，对他来说，这道高高的绿色屏障既是他的所有权的一个看得见的可喜的证明，又好像是他亲手建造用来作为私有标志的一道篱笆。
