As I wrestled Dean Martin under my arm, the dog threw himself left and right, his eyes bulging with fury, his outraged yapping filling the silent building.

当我用胳膊夹住迪安·马丁时， 那条狗左右摇摆，它的眼睛因愤怒而凸出， 它愤怒的吠叫声充斥着寂静的大楼。

There was the little church, in the morning, with the green leaves fluttering at the windows: the birds singing without: and the sweet-smelling air stealing in at the low porch, and filling the homely building with its fragrance.

清晨，小教堂里，绿叶在窗前飘动，鸟儿在窗外歌唱，芬芳的空气从低矮的门廊偷偷进来，让温馨的建筑充满了芬芳。