The blotched and sagging face twisted grotesquely into the grimace of extreme grief.

那肮脏松弛脸奇异地扭曲了、变做了极端凄惨怪笑。

The tears came this time—great rushing tears that blinded her and blotched the paper.

这一次眼泪夺眶而出——汹涌而出泪水使她眼睛瞎了， 纸也弄脏了。

Though their blouses were blotched by a blotter, they were happy with their victory.

虽然他们宽罩衫被吸墨水纸弄脏了，他们还是喜悦于这场胜利。

The researchers checked the DNA for a genetic marker that's known to produce a blotched tabby pattern.

研究人员检查了 DNA 中已知会产生图案遗传标记。

The blotched pattern first shows up in a cat in Western Turkey dated to the 14th century, at the latest.

图案最早出现在土耳其西部一只猫身上，最迟可追溯到 14 世纪。

He pointed across the street to a tumble-down stable with a blotched sign on which the words " Livery and Boarding" were still faintly discernible.

他指着街对面一个破败不堪马厩， 上面有一招牌， 上面“马车和寄宿” 字样依稀可辨。

Frome turned away again, and taking up his razor stooped to catch the reflection of his stretched cheek in the blotched looking-glass above the wash-stand.

弗罗姆又转过身去，拿起他剃刀，弯下腰去捕捉盥洗台上方那镜子里他那张拉长脸颊倒影。

Fat; having lost her youth; with bad teeth, and a blotched complexion, and that figure (Ford! )-you simply couldn't look at her without feeling sick, yes, positively sick.

青春不再，肥胖臃肿，一口坏牙，满脸。还有那身材（福帝呀！）见了她你不能不作呕，打心眼里作呕。

Leopard stared, and Ethiopian stared, but all they could see were stripy shadows and blotched shadows in the forest, but never a sign of Zebra and Giraffe.

豹子瞪着眼睛， 埃塞俄比亚人也瞪着眼睛， 但他们只能看到森林中条纹状阴影和状阴影， 却看不到马和长颈鹿踪。

His rumpled grey hair stood up above his forehead like the crest of an angry bird, and the leather-brown of his veined cheeks was blotched with red.

他皱巴巴灰发高高耸立在前额之上， 就像一只愤怒小鸟羽冠，他布满青筋脸颊呈皮革般棕色， 上面布满了红色。

The latter was asleep on the bench, his head rolling from side to side, his mouth half-opened, and an incredible expression of stupidity on his blotched face.

后者在长凳上睡着了， 脑袋左右摇晃， 嘴巴半张着， 满是脸上露出难以置信愚蠢表情。

Maybe they had a nose job that got really blotched, which means it was really bad, and they look like Michael Jackson before he died and his nose is really bad.

也许他们鼻子整容后真有，这意味着它真很糟糕，他们看起来像迈克尔杰克逊死前样子，他鼻子真很糟糕。

His glance explored the melancholy penumbra of the long narrow room, resting on the blotched walls, the discoloured rows of books, and the stern rosewood desk surmounted by the portrait of the young Honorius.

他目光扫过狭长房间忧郁半影，靠在驳墙壁上， 一排排褪色书，以及严肃红木书桌上面是年轻 Honorius 肖像。

The hat was one of those tiny, pert, head-hugging trifles that only a very pretty woman can wear. A merciless little hat, that gives no quarter to a blotched skin, a too large nose, colorless eyes.

这顶帽子是只有非常漂亮女人才能戴那些小巧、活泼、抱头小玩意儿之一。一顶冷酷无情小帽子，容不下皮肤、过大鼻子和毫无血色眼睛。