I found myself staring after her as she levered her way up, step by step, her battered slippers barely staying on her feet, clutching a bag from which one solitary paperback poked out.

我发现自己正盯着她， 看着她一步一步地往上爬，破旧的拖鞋几乎没有留在脚上， 手里抓着一个袋子， 从袋子里伸出一本孤零零的平装书。