Harry slapped a hand to his mouth, muffling his voice.

哈利" 啪" 地用手捂住他的嘴，不让他发出声音。

Dean produced a woolen hat, which Harry placed carefully upon Dobby's head, muffling his batlike ears.

迪安变出一个羊毛的帽，哈利小心的戴在多比头上，包住小精灵的长耳朵。

'Good-night, Nancy, ' said the Jew, muffling himself up as before.

“晚安，南希，”犹太人说，像以前一样把自己捂起来。

Markelov made no reply, but withdrew himself a little further into his corner, as if he were muffling himself up.

马尔克洛夫没有回答，而是往角落里缩了一点，好像要把自己裹起来似的。

Dean produced a woolen hat, which Harry placed carefully upon Dobby's head, muffling his batlike ears. " We should close his eyes."

迪安拿出了一个羊毛制的帽子，哈利把帽子戴在多比头上，盖住它那蝙蝠一样的耳朵。" 我们应该将它的眼睛合上。"

Sometime in the early hours I got up, gently releasing my hand from Will's, and closed the French windows, muffling the room in silence.

凌晨的某个时候， 我起床，轻轻地从威尔的手上松开我的手，然后关上落地窗， 让房间安静下来。

A hot-house heat, moist and close, laden with the insipid odour of the materials, and muffling the tramping of the crowd, prevailed in the galleries.

画廊里弥漫着一种温室般的热气，潮湿而封闭，充满了材料的乏味气味，抑制了人群的脚步声。

Hepzibah delayed a moment, while muffling herself in a faded shawl, which had been her defensive armor in a forty years' warfare against the east wind.

Hepzibah 迟疑了一下，用褪色的披巾裹住自己，这是她四十年来与东风作战的防御盔甲。

But fortepianos were awful, the sound muffling all over the place when the hammer hit the keys, which put him off playing his beloved Mozart; and modern grands were unspeakable.

但是古典钢琴糟透了，当琴槌敲出音调时到处都是压抑的声音，让他在弹奏他钟爱的莫扎特时大受打击，至于现代钢琴，简直糟得无法形容。

The sky was as black as the walls of Harrenhal behind them, and the rain fell soft and steady, muffling the sound of their horses' hooves and running down their faces.

天空同他们逃离的赫伦堡的城墙一样乌黑，细雨下个不停，淹没了马蹄的声音，模糊了他们的脸庞。

Unheard by any of them in the muffling snow, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were walking along right behind them. 'D'you reckon if you saw someone snuff it you'd be able to see the Quaffle better? '

因为雪太深，他们都没听见马尔福、克拉布和高尔就走在身后。" 你认为如果你见过人咽气，你就会把鬼飞球看得更清楚些吗？"

As I tiptoed along, the plush carpet muffling my steps, a dog started to bark from inside one of the doors—a yappy, outraged protest—and an elderly voice shouted something that I couldn't make out.

当我小心翼翼地向前走时， 长毛绒地毯遮住了我的脚步，一只狗从一扇门里开始狂吠——一种狂吠、愤怒的抗议——还有一个苍老的声音在喊着我听不懂的话。

We chew a few leaves of ceanothus by way of luncheon, and smell or chew the spicy monardella for the dull headache and stomach-ache that now lightens, now comes muffling down upon us and into us like fog.

我们在午餐时咀嚼几片 ceanothus 的叶子，然后闻或咀嚼辛辣的 monardella 来缓解现在减轻的隐隐头痛和胃痛，现在像雾一样笼罩在我们身上并进入我们体内。

'I should think it is! ' cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. 'Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody! ' Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. 'Don't tell me, ' said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud.

“我认为是！”斯巴塞特太太高兴地叫道。 “把庞得贝先生叫来。大家站远点！说到这儿，老佩格勒太太把自己捂起来，不敢看，低声恳求了一句。 “别告诉我，”斯巴塞夫人大声说。