The phoenix let out one soft, quavering note.

凤凰发出一声轻柔而鸣叫。

Harry heard the final, quavering note from the bagpipe with relief.

哈利听见风琴奏出最后一个音符，不由松了口气。

" What do you want with him? " said Ernie in a quavering voice.

“你找他做什么？”厄尼声音问道。

" Shall I never see you again? " said Caspian in a quavering voice.

“再也见不着你了吗？”凯斯宾声音有些。

They kept him company with their quavering owl talk, reminding him of his pet owl at home.

震猫头鹰叫声成为了小男孩伴侣，这让他想起了家里猫头鹰宠物。

" You poor thing" ! she said, with quavering laughter.

“你这个可怜东西” ！ 她说，带着笑声。

" Oh, for goodness' sake! " came the quavering, imperious voice.

“哦，看在老天爷份上！”那、专横声音传来。

'Are you better now'? asked Fanny, in a quavering voice.

'你现在好些了吗'？范妮声音问。

The unhappy quaverings of the woman trailed after me as I drove away.

当开车离开时， 那个女人不高兴声尾随着。

" Don't pretend you don't know me." Fireheart hardly recognized the quavering voice as Graypool's.

“别假装不认识。”火心几乎没认出这个声音是。

I did so, and heard a thin, quavering voice at the other end of the line.

这样做了，然后听到电话另一端传来一个微弱、声音。

Cap'n Bill looked at the broad expanse of water and began to whistle a low, quavering tune.

Cap'n Bill 看着广阔水域，开始吹着低沉、口哨。

He stared at Linley with two quavering, pitiable eyes, as though he were about to cry.

他两双、可怜眼睛盯着林利，仿佛要哭了。

Her voice was choked as she went on — was quavering as with the contemplation of some strange, yet closely-present idea.

她继续说下去时声音哽咽了——着， 好像在思考一些奇怪但又近在咫尺想法。

The long, quavering summons brought Trimmle in precipitately with a lamp, and Mary breathed again at this sobering reappearance of the usual.

长长、传票让特里姆尔提着一盏灯突然进来，玛丽又一次呼吸到这种令人清醒往常再现。

“What did he do to you. Diddy? ” Aunt Petunia said in a quavering voice, now sponging sick from the front of Dudley's leather jacket.

“他对你做了什么，达达？”佩妮姨妈一边湿海绵擦去达力皮夹克上脏东西，一边发声音问道。

Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyric again in a quavering soprano.

每逢曲中有停顿地方，她就抽抽噎噎哭声来填补，然后又震女高音继续去唱歌词。

" Yes, because I'm such a doddering old senior citizen." Jane's father put on a quavering old man's voice and clutched Jane's arm.

“是啊，因为是个躲闪老头。”Jane爸爸老人声音，紧紧抓住了Jane胳膊。

The dungeon was full of hundreds of pearly-white, translucent people, mostly drifting around a crowded dance floor, waltzing to the dreadful, quavering sound of thirty musical saws, played by an orchestra on a black-draped platform.

地下教室里挤满了几百个乳白色、半透明身影，他们大多在拥挤不堪舞场上游来荡去，和着三十把乐锯发出可怕而声音跳着华尔兹舞，演奏乐锯乐队就坐在铺着黑布舞台上。

Julien raised his eyes with an effort, and in a voice rendered quavering by the beating of his heart explained that he desired to speak to M. Pirard, the director of the Seminary.

于连费力地抬起眼睛， 因心跳而声音解释说， 他想和神学院院长皮拉尔先生谈谈。