Mr. Crouch stared back, his face somehow sharpened, each line upon it more deeply etched.

克劳奇先生瞪视着她，他的脸色变得僵硬起来，每根线条都显得十分突出。

He scribbled a few lines upon a sheet of paper.

他在一张纸上潦草地写了几行。

There were lines upon his forehead, but Time seemed to have touched him gently, remembering how kind he was to others.

他前额上有些皱纹，但似水流年好像也记住了他对别人是如何慷慨，并没有在他身上留下多么深的痕迹。

His face might have been chiselled in granite, hard-set, craggy, remorseless, with deep lines upon it, the scars of many a crisis.

他的脸就像是用花岗岩凿成的， 坚硬、崎岖、冷酷， 上面有很深的皱纹， 是许多危机留下的伤疤。

But never, I think, were such seaweeds as those which we saw floating in immense waving lines upon the sea of Liedenbrock.

但我认为，从来没有像我们在利登布罗克海面上看到的那样以巨大的波浪线漂浮的海藻。