Dumbledore's wand tip ignited, casting its light up a narrow hallway.

布利多的魔杖顶端亮了，映照出一道狭窄的门廊。

Yet stars will watch at night, and morning rise as before, and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

但是星辰将在夜中守望，晨曦仍旧升起，时间像海波的汹涌，激荡着欢乐与哀伤。

While she blushed and blundered, Mr. Dashwood had taken the manuscript, and was turning over the leaves with a pair of rather dirty fingers, and casting critical glances up and down the neat pages.

就在她红着脸口齿不清地说着的时候，戴什伍德接过了手稿，用两只很脏的手指翻阅着，拿挑剔的眼光在整洁的纸页上上下移动。

" Oh ay, they stick, do they? and the rest — they come every day, I'll warrant — Solomon and Jane, and all the young uns? They come peeping, and counting and casting up" ?

“哦，他们坚持，是吗？还有其他人——我敢保证， 他们每天都来——所罗门和简， 还有所有的年轻人？他们来偷看， 数数，投掷” ？