Bovary was far away. He was walking with great strides along by the wall, near the espalier, and he ground his teeth; he raised to heaven looks of malediction, but not so much as a leaf stirred.

包法利已经走远了。 他挨着墙边果大步走着，咬牙切齿，抬头望天，露出了诅咒，但一也没有惊动。

Once a kite, hovering over the garden, made a stoop at me, and if I had not resolutely drawn my hanger, and run under a thick espalier, he would have certainly carried me away in his talons.

有一次，一只风筝在花园上空盘旋，向我俯下身子，要不是我果断拉下衣架，跑到厚厚笼子下面，他肯定会用爪子把我带走。