He walked around with a light springy step, his creamy gray hair shining, his hat under his arm now, his hands in his pockets. He wasn't a very big man for a cop.

他迈着轻快的步伐四处走动，乳白色的头发闪闪发亮，现在他的帽子夹在胳膊下，双手插在口袋里。对于警察来说，他不是个大块头。

The sky was blue, and the Avenue de Clichy, a sordid thoroughfare by night, had a mild jauntiness, like a painted, haggard woman walking with a girl's springy step, that was not displeasing.

天空湛蓝，夜晚肮脏的克利希大街有一种淡淡的欢快， 像画了画的憔悴女人迈着少女轻快的步子走着， 并不讨人厌。