It's my guess we're dealing with a wraith. A wraith?

我猜要对付的是个亡灵。亡灵？

I believe he is a wraith. The spirit.

我觉得他是亡灵。是空壳。

I was looking for a book. For Gaius. He think the black knight is a wraith.

我在找一本书。帮盖乌斯找的。他觉得那黑骑士是个亡灵。

My death would stop the wraith and Arthur would live.

我的死能让亡灵安息这亚瑟才能活下来。

" Wraiths and wreckage! " gasped Trumpkin in the ghost of a voice.

“上帝保佑。”杜鲁普金倒吸一口气，用几乎听不见的声音说道。

When twilight came on and Prissy, scurrying like a black wraith, lit a lamp, Melanie became weaker.

暮色降临时，普里茜像具黑幽灵似的急急忙忙点起灯，媚兰显得更虚弱了。

Nevertheless, it was you he blamed. You cannot allow Arthur to fight. No weapon forged by man can kill a wraith.

不，他已经怪罪。不能让亚瑟接。没有武器能杀死死灵。

You said yourself no mortal weapon can kill it. There is a need to find a way to defeat the wraith ourselves.

说过没有凡间的武器能杀他。我们该去寻找别的办法灭了这死灵。

With a wraith, with a fragment of my desire?

带着一个幽灵， 带着我欲望的碎片？

He was on his feet, shaking hands briskly—then his car was a wraith of dust down the road.

他站起来， 轻快地握手——然后他的车在路上变成了尘土飞扬的幽灵。

Joseph (her gaze intent on eternity) she was but a wraith without body or substance.

对于圣约瑟夫修女（她凝视着永恒）来说， 她不过是一个没有身体或物质的幽灵。

Tha'rt as thin as a lath an' as white as a wraith, but there's not a knob on thee.

瘦得像板条，白得像幽灵，但身上没有旋钮。

Before making investments or embarking in his great railroad ventures, Vanderbilt visited spiritualists; we have one circumstantial account of his summoning the wraith of Jim Fiske to advise him in stock operations.

在进行投资或开始他伟大的铁路事业之前，范德比尔特拜访了唯心论者；我们有一个关于他召唤吉姆·菲斯克 (Jim Fiske) 的幽灵来为他提供股票操作建议的间接记述。

By the end of the day she was the girl she'd been before Christmas vacation—a dough-faced and freckle-cheeked wraith, scurrying through the halls with her eyes down and her books clasped to her chest.

那天放学的时候，她又变成了圣诞节假期前的那个嘟蒂——一张大白脸上长满雀斑，像鬼魂一低垂着眼睛，书抱在胸前，匆匆穿行在教室间。

Through the darkness beyond the music, he saw her fleeing, a desolate wraith, and his heart was heavy with pity for the frightened and bewildered child who once had laughed so eagerly with him.

透过音乐后面的黑暗，他看到她逃跑了，一个凄凉的幽灵，他的心对这个曾经和他一起欢笑的惊迷茫的孩子充满了怜悯。

The black wraith of a deciduous creeper flapped from the porch, and the thin wooden walls, under their worn coat of paint, seemed to shiver in the wind that had risen with the ceasing of the snow.

落叶藤蔓的黑色幽灵从门廊拍打着，薄薄的木墙，在他们破旧的油漆涂层下，似乎在雪停时升起的风中颤抖。