golden compass p49-50

“These coffins've ˈkɒfɪnz 棺材;棺椁;棺木 got skeletons ˈskɛlɪtnz 骨骼;骨架in “em!” whispered Roger. “Moldering moulder ˈməʊldərɪŋ 腐烂;腐朽 flesh fleʃ (动物或人的)肉;(人体的)皮肤,” whispered Lyra. “And worms wɜːmz 蠕虫;(人或动物体内的)寄生虫;肠虫;(昆虫的)幼虫 and maggots ˈmægəts 蛆 all twisting about ˈtwɪstɪŋ 扭来扭去，翻来覆去 in their eye sockets眼窝 ˈsɒkɪts (电源)插座;(电器上的)插口，插孔，管座;托座;孔穴;窝;槽;臼.” “Must be ghosts ɡəʊsts 鬼;鬼魂;幽灵 down here,” said Roger, shivering ˈʃɪvərɪŋ 颤抖，哆嗦(因寒冷、恐惧、激动等) pleasantly ˈplɛzntli 愉快地. Beyond bɪˈjɒnd 在另一边 the first crypt krɪpt 教堂地下室,地穴 they found a passage ˈpæsɪdʒ 通道;走廊;(体内通气、输液等的)管路;章节;段落;乐段 lined laɪnd (用…)做衬里;(在某物的内部)形成一层;沿…形成行(或列、排) with stone shelves ʃelvz (固定在墙上的或橱柜、书架等的)架子，搁板. Each shelf was partitioned off 分隔开 pɑːˈtɪʃnd 分割;使分裂 into square skweə(r) 正方形的;四方形的;成直角的;方的 sections, and in each section rested ˈrestɪd 被搁置 a skull skʌl 颅骨;头(盖)骨. Roger's daemon, tail teɪl 尾巴 tucked tʌkt (把衣服、纸张等的边缘)塞进，折叠，卷起 firmly ˈfɜːmli 坚定地 between her legs, shivered against 紧靠;倚 him and gave a little quiet howl 发出轻轻的嚎叫 haʊl (狗、狼等的)嗥叫，长嚎 . “Hush hʌʃ 安静;别说话;别叫喊,” he said. Lyra couldn't see Pantalaimon, but she knew his moth mɒθ 蛾;飞蛾 form was resting 倚靠 on her shoulder and probably shivering too. She reached up伸手 and lifted the nearest skull gently out of its resting place 坟墓，安息处;休息处. “What you doing?” said Roger. “You en't supposed to səˈpəʊzd tu 应该touch em.” She turned it over and over 转来转去;反反复复, taking no notice一言不发，不闻不问. Something suddenly fell out of the hole at the base of the skull — fell through her fingers and rang as it hit the floor, and she nearly dropped drɒpt (意外地)落下，掉下，使落下 the skull in alarm 惊慌地;惊恐地;惊慌失措地. “It's a coin kɔɪn 硬币!”said Roger, feeling for it 试着理解它. “Might be treasure ˈtreʒə(r) 金银财宝;珠宝;财富!” He held it up to the candle and they both gazed ɡeɪzd 凝视;注视;盯着 wide-eyed ˌwaɪd ˈaɪd (因恐惧、惊讶等)睁大眼睛的. It was not a coin, but a little disc dɪsk 圆盘;圆片 of bronze brɒnz 青铜 with a crudely kruːdli 粗糙地 engraved ɪnˈɡreɪvd 在…上雕刻(字或图案) inscription ɪnˈskrɪpʃn 石头或金属上)刻写的文字，铭刻，碑文 showing a cat. “It's like the ones on the coffins,” said Lyra. “It's his daemon. Must be.” “Better put it back,” said Roger uneasily ʌnˈiːzili心神不安地;忧虑地 ,and Lyra upturned ˌʌpˈtɜːnd 翻转;倒着 the skull and dropped the disk back into its immemorial ˌɪməˈmɔːriəl 古老的;远古的;无法追忆的 resting place before returning the skull to the shelf. Each of the other skulls, they found, had its own daemon-coin, showing its owner's lifetime ˈlaɪftaɪm一生;终身;有生之年 companion kəmˈpæniən 伙伴，同伴 still close to him in death 在死亡中. “Who d'you think these were when they were alive əˈlaɪv 活着;在世?”said Lyra. “Probably Scholars, I reckon ˈrekən 想;认为. Only the Masters get coffins. There's probably been so many Scholars all down the centuries 几个世纪以来 that there wouldn't be room to bury the whole of' em, so they just cut their heads off and keep them. That's the most important part of 'em anyway.”