He cursed Montigny in his heart.

他在心里诅咒蒙蒂尼。

Montigny must have laid his wet right hand upon him as he left the house.

他离开屋子时， 蒙蒂尼一定是把他湿漉漉的右手放在了他身上。

" Doubles or quits" ? said Thevenin. Montigny nodded grimly.

“加倍还是退出” ？ 戴维宁说。蒙蒂尼阴沉地点点头。

Montigny stuck Thevenin upright in the chair, and drew out the dagger, which was followed by a jet of blood.

蒙蒂尼将戴维宁直挺挺地固定在椅子上，拔出匕首，紧接着是一股鲜血。

Montigny and Tabary dumbly demanded a share of the booty, which the monk silently promised as he passed the little bag into the bosom of his gown.

蒙蒂尼和塔巴里哑口无言地要求分享战利品， 僧侣把小袋子递到长袍的怀里时默默地答应了。

Thevenin, poor soul, was in great feather: he had done a good stroke of knavery that afternoon in the Faubourg St. Jacques, and all night he had been gaining from Montigny.

戴维南，可怜的人，精神抖擞：那天下午他在圣雅克郊区干了一件大事，整晚都在蒙蒂尼的手下。