golden compass p4

"There's no one there，”he whispered.“But we must be quick." Crouching ˈkraʊtʃɪŋ蹲伏 behind the high table, Lyra dartedˈdɑːtɪd飞奔 along and through the door into the Retiring Room, where she stood and looked around. The only light in here came from the fire-place, where a bright blaze bleɪz 火焰 of logs lɒɡz 原木 settled slightly as she looked，sending a fountainˈfaʊntən 涌流 of sparks spɑːks 火花 up into the chimney ˈtʃɪmni 烟囱. She had lived most of her life in the College, but had never seen the Retiring Room before: only Scholars and their guests were allowed in here，and never females. Even the maid-servants 女仆 didn't clean in here. That was the Butler's ˈbʌtlə(r) 管家 job alone. Pantalaimon settled on her shoulder. "Happy now？Can we go？”he whispered. "Don't be silly! I want to look around!" It was a large room，with an oval ˈəʊvl 椭圆形 table of polished rosewood 红木on which stood various decanters dɪˈkæntəz 雕花玻璃酒瓶 and glasses,and a silver smoking stand吸烟台 with a rack ræk of pipes paɪps 一排烟斗.On a sideboard 餐具柜nearby there was a little chafingˈtʃeɪfɪŋ dish 保暖锅and a basket of poppyˈpɒpi 罂粟 heads. "They do themselves well，don't they,Pan?”she said under her breath 屏声息气，低声. She sat in one of the green leather armchairs 扶手椅.It was so deep she found herself nearly lying down, but she sat up again and tucked tʌkt 折叠卷起 her legs under her to look at the portraitsˈpɔːtrɪts 肖像 on the walls. More old Scholars，probably ; robed rəʊbd 穿着长袍， bearded ˈbɪədɪd 留着胡子,and gloomy ˈɡluːmi 阴郁的悲观的,they stared out of their frames 框架 in solemnˈsɒləm 冷峻的 表情严肃的 disapproval ˌdɪsəˈpruːvl 不赞成 反对. "What d' you think they talk about？”Lyra said，or began to say ,because before she'd finished the question she heard voices outside the door. "Behind the chair—quick！"whispered Pantalaimon,and in a flash flæʃ 转瞬 一瞬间 Lyra was out of the armchair and crouching 蹲伏 behind it.It wasn't the best one for hiding behind: she'd chosen one in the very center of the room，and unless she kept very quiet..