The Negro stepped over the outstretched foot and chuckled fatly.

黑人跨过那只伸出脚， 发出声。

Shreve was coming up the walk, shambling, fatly earnest, his glasses glinting beneath the running leaves like little pools.

什里夫走上人行道，步履蹒跚，非常认真，他眼镜在流树叶下闪闪发光，就像小水池一样。

" Another band recital, I guess. Tumpty ta ta Gerald blah. 'A little louder on the drum, Quentin'. God, I'm glad I'm not a gentleman" . He went on, nursing a book, a little shapeless, fatly intent.

“猜又是一场乐队独奏会。Tumpty ta ta ta Gerald blah。‘鼓声再大一点，昆汀’。天哪，很高兴不是绅士”。他继续读下去，捧着一本书，有点不成形，但很专心。