Winterman, his hands in his sagging pockets, lounged against the bare pine walls, twisting his pipe under his beard.

温特曼双手插在松垮的口袋里， 懒洋洋地靠在光秃秃的松木墙上， 在胡须下捻着烟斗。

There was mockery in everything he said. She disliked him heartily, lounging there against the booth. But there was something stimulating about him, something warm and vital and electric.

可是他身上有某种刺激性的东西，某种热烈的、富有生命力的、像电流一般的东西。

Mr. Hammond's quick, eager glance, so nervous and yet so friendly and confiding, took in everybody on the wharf, roped in even those old chaps lounging against the gangways.

哈蒙德先生迅速而热切的一瞥，如此紧张却又如此友好和信任，吸引了码头上的每一个人，甚至连那些懒洋洋地靠在舷梯上的老家伙也被吸引了进来。

Dark figures of men lounged against the rails. In the glow of their pipes a nose shone out, or the peak of a cap, or a pair of surprised-looking eyebrows. Fenella glanced up.

男人的黑影靠在栏杆上。在他们烟斗的光辉中，一个鼻子，或一顶帽子的尖顶，或一双惊奇的眉毛露出来。费内拉抬头看了一眼。

The Negroes in the room were standing. Singer motioned to them to be seated again. Two grizzled old men sat down on a bench by the stove. A loose-limbed mulatto lounged against the window.

房间里的黑人都站着。辛格示意他们重新坐下。两个头发花白的老人在炉子边的长凳上坐下。一个四肢松散的混血儿懒洋洋地靠在窗边。